MC,MD,NC,FT?
New Email JAPA3002@yahoo.com
Summary: Peter wants his wife to loosen up; Max is hired to enlighten her. He abducts here for a time and helps here to see the fun in sex.
DISCLAIMER: Don't read this if you're not old enough or don't like to read this type of stuff. It is all imagination.
I started this story more than six months ago and shelved it after a month. Then I re-edited this version two months ago and lost it. Well I decided just to finish it, else I would never end up sending it. So here it is. I tried writing it as my teenage impulses would have a "few" years back. Maybe a bit carried away in the exercise room but it is just imaginations
Sorry if anyone tried to send me mail at the old address
I consider it enlightenment. Some may feel otherwise. For a small fee, I will enlighten your wife. For a small fee of five million and three months with sole control of your wife, I return to you woman who will be perform your wildest fantasies. Don't try to contact me though, I choose my clientele and contact them myself.
Join with me in one enlightenment session I recently conducted, partly narrated by me and partly by the enlightened wife as she told her husband.
I had done my research in Peter and Sally. I found a couple that on the outside looked happy and content. Sally was very beautiful, what every man would want as far as looks. But after the first few years of marriage, Peter had quite a list of female escorts. Talking with some associates of his, I found that Sally's hot looks were balanced with her cold attitude in the bedroom. From there it was easy enough to approach him with the idea and let him think about it. It only took a month for the go ahead and half the fee to come in.
Understand, in the beginning this procedure was not perfected. I had not the money or the knowledge to accomplish what I needed to. As a matter of fact, the first few proceeds from the makeovers were funneled back into the business to furnish the equipment that was needed.
Sally was just returning from the mall on her Thursday night shopping spree when stage one began. Peter was always at some meeting or other on Thursday nights and the customary staff had already retired for the evening. A plumber's repair van was parked in her drive. If they had gotten past the gate, she figured, Peter or one of the staff must have allowed them in.
I tried to use the garage door opener, it did not work. "I am going to have to get Peter to fix it", I thought. I noticed the side door of the van open as I walked by. Then a man with a black ski mask jump out. What in the world....
"Hel.l..p.", I tried to shout as he covered my mouth with a gag. There must have been some knock out drug on the cloth because I soon lost consciousness. ...
As I opened my eyes again, he stood over me. I was bound, gagged and lying naked on a bed. He had tied one arm to each side of the headboard and one foot to each side of the footboard. There I lay, spread eagle on the bed. I could see his cruel eyes taking in my body.
"I am going to take joy screwing you bitch," he said.
"I am going to fuck you to one orgasm after another. Screw you until you beg me to stop the orgasms. Them I am going to shove my cock into your mouth and spew my sweat spunk down your throat. Do you hear me bitch," he said. The seductive tone he used contradicted the wicked gleam in his eyes.
He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back until I was looking him in the eyes. "And you are going to love the taste of my cock. You are going to become addicted to the taste of my sperm." Again it seemed weird that he was talking to me as if he was whispering sweet nothings to me. " Then I am going to force this cock of mine between the crack of your ass and then ram it home."
He rubbed his hands along my breasts and said, "These are my tits, my boobs." He grabbed one of my buns, "This ass is my ass." He quickly grabbed my crotch causing me to jump, "you like when I grab your sweet juicy pussy." "Nice pussy," he said as he stroked me. He reached around and shoved a finger up my but. "You love it up your ass, don't you," he whispered in my ear. If it were not for his actions and the look on his face, the tone of voice sounded like he used was being flirtatious or loving.
He continued to exploring my body and making more such remarks. "You belong to me," he said over and over. After what seemed like an eternity, he left me alone in the room.
Shortly after this I must have lost consciousness. This time when I opened my eyes, I found myself in a hospital with a police officer sitting by me. A nurse walked into my view.
"She's awake," he told the officer.
"Are you OK?" asked the officer. "You have been through a lot. Don't move for a little while."
I could feel several bruises over my body. The worst bruises seemed to be on by breast, thy and feet.
"Where am I? Where is Peter," I asked?
"Your in the hospital," he explained slowly. "Who is Peter? We found you naked on the street, with no identification."
"Peter is my husband," I replied somewhat groggily. Some of the drugs they gave me had not worn off yet.
"I know you are still groggy but could you tell me what happened? Start with your name" he told me.
I really did not want to talk at all at the moment but found my will to resist to be gone. So I told him all I can remember of what had happened. "My name is Sally...," I began," telling him who I was and of my initial abduction
"Exactly what did he tell you," he prompted. "Tell me everything, maybe one word will give us a clue to find this man. Use the exact words"
I hated doing it but he could be right. So again I went over the part about waking up in the room, doing my best to use the exact words he used. "And the strangest thing is that he acted as if he were telling me something I would enjoy," I ended with.
"How exactly did he say it," the officer asked.
"As if he was flirting with me."
"Please, could you try it again, this time using the same tone of voice the man used when he said it? There might be something in how he said it that will help us."
By the time I was done I had repeated it four times. The first time I had repeated it, I was extremely emotional. By the last time, I was able to use almost the same tone the attacker had used. Now, I was extremely tired and drifted off to sleep.
The next time I awakened I was in a new room with mirrors over the ceilings, walls and floors. Everywhere I looked I could see reflections of my nude body staring back at me. How humiliating to be lying in the open in the nude. Anyone could just walk in and see my with nothing on. Even Peter had not seen me without my clothes on since we were married. And before that I only let him see me a few times that way. Just enough to let him see what he could have.
It was beginning to become hard to tell what was a nightmare and what was reality. Where was I? What happened to the hospital? I still had bruised on my body and I was sore, and my skin felt somewhat sunburned but as far as I could tell nothing else was the matter with me. I check myself out and as far as I could tell, I had not been raped. This had to be some weird nightmare. Well if it was a dream, I had to find a bathroom in this dream.
I looked around the room. Beside the bed, if you can call it a bed, there was a glass table built into one wall. On it some lightweight robe, high heel shoes, some other small articles of what I began to suspect were lingerie. In one corner there was a recess that looked like a sink and near it a hole in the floor. That couldn't be the toilet, I thought in horror.
Just then the air conditioner kicked in. I shivered as the cool air blew over my naked form. Why would they turn on the air conditioner I thought? The answer became clear as I went to grab the somewhat sheer robe. There was a typed note on the table with the negligee.
"To encourage you, at 8:00am every morning the temperature of the room will drop fall to 60 degrees, it will remain at this temperature until you have placed on all your clothes. Then you will be able to control the thermostat in each room. When you shower, you will remove your clothing, do not try to pick it back up.
I looked down at the "clothes", a rose colored but sheer kimo, a matching g-string with a sheer front, a matching bra with no front (I later learned was called a peek-a-boo bra), a matching garters belt, and matching hose. On top of the pile was a pair of black 4" spike heeled shoes. Not something I have ever worn but with the cool breeze coming in, anything was better than nothing. There was also a lacey choker to wear.
As I pulled on the g-string, I could feel the string creep up my but. Not very comfortable I thought. I put on the bra, which pushed my breasts up. I put on the garters and hose. And to think some women wear these of their own free will. I pulled on the robe and tried to close the font. There was not enough material there to cover my freezing erect nipples. I strapped on the high heels, how was I going to walk in these I thought. But it was not until I finally consented to put on the collar that the air conditioner went off and the heat turned on. It took only a minute until the room was at a comfortable temperature. I went over and tried the door, it was locked.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I yelled.
In answer, a light flickered near the sink I had seen earlier.
I went over to the sink and notices the hole I had seen in the floor earlier was really a type of basin and that there was a tissue paper dispenser mounted in the wall near it. The basin itself was made out of some type of mirror.
"You don't expect me to use that do you," I yelled.
No answer came. By now I was about to wet myself if I did not go soon. I squatted over the basin and peed. The wall behind me was close enough to lean against as I squatted. I noticed that the tissue dispenser had a glass plate over it that only opened after I finished peeing. And then I was only able to take three sheets. The "toilet" flushed as I stood up. Hopefully I would find another bathroom before I would have to shit.
When I was done, the door to the room opened, the lights dimmed in the room I was in and the air conditioner kicked in. I did not need the encouragement. I was curious to what I would find. The room I entered was some type of twisted exercise room. There was some recognizable workout equipment but they had straps and dildoes attached to them. Even as I shuddered in horror, I felt a tingly sensation between my legs and on my nipples. I involuntarily rubbed my breasts before I realized what I was doing. I must just be the fear I was reacting to. I looked behind me to find the door I entered had shut
There was a note built into the wall opposite of the one I came in. It read:
What was the shock they were talking about? Did they really think I would use this equipment? Over my dead body.
I was there for what I felt was around tem minutes before the door next to the note opened. I quickly went through to escape the nightmare behind me.
I went in to what must be the dinning room. In front of me was a glass bowl of oatmeal on a glass table. What looked like a penis shaped baby bottle was next to it. There was a clear plastic spoon to eat with and to my surprise a vase of flowers. I grabbed the glass chair and flung it against the mirrored walls. It just bounced off the walls without so much as scratching the mirrors or chair. I on the other hand received a shock to my feet. It must be the shoes; I managed one off before a second shock hit both feet. How? The foot with no shoe received an even sharper shock. It must be in the floor, and the shoes were only of some protection. A third shock hit my feet. I quickly donned the discarded shoe. Was this the shock they were talking about in the exercise room.
As I picked up the chair and sat at the table, I noticed a digital clock on the wall. It read 8:00 am. Now that food was before me I realized how famished I was. It should not have been surprising to me that the bowl of oatmeal was shaped in the form of a breast, with a small pineapple and cherry used to model the nipple. I quickly scramble this with the spoon. As my stomach growled, I took a small bite of the oatmeal. Good but salty.
I quickly gobbled down four spoons before I came to realize how thirsty I was. I glanced at the bottle. Between the hunger and the thirst I picked up the penis shaped bottle and shook it. Sure enough, it had liquid in. I tilted it upside down and tried to pour it into my mouth. No luck. I put my lips up to the tip and sucked a little. A small drop came out. With that small drop of liquid on my lips, I put more of the penis bottle to my lips and sucked harder. A quirt of liquid shot into my mouth. I almost choked on it. It was hot and somewhat salty. I couldn't place the exact flavor on it. I cautiously tried again. This time I was prepared for the squirt of liquid and drank it down.
It felt so good to my parched throat. Again I was shocked to feel a tingle in-between my legs and on my nipples. As Continues to eat, I blinked several times catching the slutty reflection of my self in the walls, or through the table on the mirrored floor.
It was a short time after this that another door opened. I debated about staying in this room when air conditioner kicked on and I felt a slight shock in my feet.
I went to the next-door and looked in. It was a living room of some sort. Again the mirror theme continued but with life size digital pictures to break up the mirrors. Half of these pictured women by themselves in degrading positions and half depicted women sucking on men's cocks. Again a thrill passed through me things like this had always disgusted me before. What was wrong?
Also in the room was an eight-foot couch shaped like a penis with penis cushions all along it. Again in one corner was a sink and floor basin to be used for a toilet.
As I walked in the door shut behind me and the picture opposite of the couch became more animated, showing a porno flick with the sound off.
I turned my head only to realize one of the pictures on the wall was me! First it was just a picture of me laying spread eagle on the bed, completely unconscious, and then it changed to a front view of me as I put on the lingerie. Next a front on view of me taking a piss, the sick bastards. The worst was a shot of me from the floor showing me piss. This one was also animated. Just hearing the sounds made me have to piss again and worse, I had to shit. No way I thought and went over to sit on the couch.
It was not long before my bladder and body won out. I went over to the basin and tried to find the hidden cameras. Sure enough, if you looked hard, you could see a slight darkening in several places around the basin. I tried to cover one with my foot only to get a shock on my foot. I thought about just shitting in another corner but then I would have to smell this for however long I was in here.
With not much else I could do squatted over the basin and started to piss and shit. Every picture on the wall had different views of me in the act. Even while I was pissing, a thrill again went through my body. I closed my eyes to try to shut it out.
When I was done, I pulled the g-string back into its uncomfortable position. I went over to the couch and cried. But even then I felt a sense of euphoria.
The porno flicks began again. As I looked up once, I caught a glimpse of someone in the movie who startled me. It looked like me from the back. What stuck out most in my mind was the unique birthmark on the left bun of her but. I looked into the mirror and examined the one on my left bun. They were identical. As much as I did not want to watch, I needed to see her face. The more I watched the more my body started to react. Was the disgusting stuff actually turning me on? I never had before.
The best look at her face was when they zoomed in to show her giving a "blow job". Sure enough, she had a scar just where my brother had given me one when he accidentally slammed into me with his skateboard. I could not believe it as the lady on the movie swallowed all the spunk the man spewed out, even licking her fingers. Yet at the same time an orgasm ripped through my body, like none I had ever had before. I found I had involuntarily gripped my virgina as the ecstasy flooded over me.
The movie switched to another group of four me having sex with one woman. The woman was on all fours while one thrust himself in and out of her virgina and a second was thrusting his cock in and out of the ladies mouth. The other two men stood on either side and proceeded to jack off on her, spewing spunk onto her face and in her hair. Again I could feel myself start the orgasmic climb. I quickly turned my head.
My thought returned to the lady who resembled me. Had they drugged me up and made me perform these detestable acts. But the look of pleasure on that face, it could not be me, could it?
The buzz between my legs and along my breast continually grew until I couldn't stand it. Only half realizing what I was doing, I began to masturbate. I shoved the g-string to the side and crammed my index into my moist virgina. I rose another notch. By this time I was abandoning any composure that I had been trying to maintain. My left hand was frantically rubbing my breasts and my right hand was eagerly plunging into my virgina. One finger, two fingers, three fingers ... deeper, faster ... I was on the edge for what seemed like an eternity before going over the edge. My whole body was throbbing.
Much to my horror and humiliation, I heard the sound of applause and whistling. I opened my eyes to find that the mirrors on the wall facing me had slid down to reveal a crowd of ten men watching me. All of them had their penises out and were stroking them. Even as the anger rose within me, so did my arousal. There must be some drugs in the food I thought. I tried to ignore the urge to caress myself again and turned from the men. I could not see their faces clearly because the glass separating us was smoky colored and the room they were in was darkened. They on the other hand had an excellent view of me and large screen monitors zoomed in on various parts of my body. The screens in my room also delivered live feed back of me. No matter where I moved they tracked me.
Then the screens started to replay the episode I had just endured and as I was growing more excited on the screen, my body also was growing more excited. STOPP!! I tried to will my body to stop climbing to no avail. At one point during all this I noticed the clock on the wall, 11:05am. I had been in this room for over three hours. My body felt like it had been all day but it did not seem possible that I could have continual been orgasming for that long.
Even as I thought this, I started to climb again. During the throes of this last orgasm, I passed out somewhere along the line. When I awoke, I was still lying on the couch but the mirrors had come back in place and there was gentle music playing. The screens still showed nude women, but now they were dancing peacefully. The lights were dimmed. My outfit was a shambles, covered with my own juice and sweat. I swayed as I tried to stand to use the "toilet". As I stood, the lights brightened up, though not as bright as when I had entered the room.
When I finished peeing I notices how dry my throat was. I looked for something to drink. I went over to the penis shaped aperture sticking out of the wall. It looked something like the bottle that I had been served for breakfast. It had been on wall where the men had stood watching me earlier. As I got closer, I noticed there was a clear inflatable pad built into the floor and a clear hood surrounding the penis. It became apparent that I would only get to this object by kneeling. I was thirsty enough to try it. I knelt and squeezed under the hood. I felt it with my hands, it was warm to touch and it leaked some type of fluid out the end. I moved my hand out of the way because there was only enough room for my head to fit. Sure enough, as I sucked on it Warm fluid poured out. Now it crossed my mind that this might be spunk, but how would the ever get enough to fill all these bottles? It must be something they want me to think is spunk.
Again the screens played feedback of my pissing but it no longer seemed so important. A Slot opened near the kitchen wall. On a platter that slid out was a hot breaded dish that was again shaped like a hot dog. Another penis bottle was with it. I tried to move the tray to the couch but it was attached and would not move. My legs were to tired to stand. I tried sitting but the tray was too high. I had to kneel and eat. The breaded dish was fish and it was delicious.
After finishing, I went over and lay on the couch. The porno movies turned back on and a slight buzzing again started in my crotch and breasts. It stayed at a controllable level until a few hours later, when I heard what sounded like my voice from the movie. There was that girl again. I started to climb but before reaching a climax, the movie shut off. This just left me frustrated.
Just then the mirrors descended into the floor, again revealing a crowd of men watching me. Up-tempo music started playing and the lights started blinking to the beat of the music. The men started cat calling. "Come on lady, dance for us."
"Fuck you," I yelled.
One stood up and pulled his penis out of his pants. "I call first dibs," He shouted. He looked at the other men and laughed as he sat back down. A shiver ran through me.
Then a shock zapped me from the collar I was wearing. I tried to yank it off but it only increased the shocks. I tried the latch on the collar but it would not budge. The shocks were going to the beat of the music. I was in tears by now. The men kept their catcalling going. I got off the couch and started swaying to the music. Sure enough, the shocks decreased. The more I put into dancing, the less the shocks became. What was worse, the more I danced, the more turned on I became.
The cheers became louder and the men were all standing, stroking their penises again. Yet, I could not help but finger myself. This went on until I thought I would pass out, just then an orgasm ripped through my exhausted body and I collapsed unto the floor. The mirrors went back up to hide the men who were watching me.
When I could move again, I stood up and got another drink from the "fountain". I was done in. Just then the door to the kitchen opened up. My hunger and exhaustion did not allow me even to resist going into the kitchen. The clock in kitchen read 7:00pm.
The evening meal consisted of a 6" long polish sausage with two meatballs on either side. The drink was the same as this morning, maybe with a stronger taste. For desert was some type of cream pastry, again, shaped like a penis? I was too hungry to complain and the food was delicious.
When I was done, the door between the "exercise room" and the "entertainment room" opened up. It looked like a narrow hallway (with bars on either side), leading down most of the length of the exercise room. The bars themselves were curved strangely so that there was more headroom than shoulder room.
I hesitated walking down there, even when the temperature started to drop. Finally the shocks on my feet convinced me to go. I had to turn sideway in order to fit down the hallway. As I entered the door behind me shut. It was difficult walking sideways with high heels on and I had to walk slowly. The bars rubbed again my nipples and but.
I was only about four feet down the hallway when I heard a door open from the other side of the bars. It was then noticed that the floor on the other side of the bars was about two to three feet higher. I saw five men enter wearing only shirts and hoods over their faces. They were masturbating and from the looks, nearly to the point of loosing it. I heard several more from behind me, but could not turn because of the confines of the hallway. One reached down and grabbed on of my buns. Another fondled my breast. As scared as I was, again my body betrayed me and start to get turned on by this. One gentle man reached a climax and I could feel his hot spunk fly into my face. Before I could recover I felt the other men spew hitting my face and head from all directions. I felt myself go over the edge in spite or because of the humiliation.
I finally managed to reach the other door where it opened before me into a small room with twelve penises sticking out of the wall. Six at crotch height and mouth level. Two more were at knee level. As the door closed hot water started shooting out of the penises and I realized this must be the shower. I gratefully peeled off the sticky robe and stripped out of the other lingerie that was nothing but a mess anymore. Even the collar came off now.
The showerheads were positioned to look like they were pissing on you. The lower "spots" spurted water out of them like a massage head or a penis ejaculating as I could recently conjure up images from. Even the two doors had penises on them and the walls were so close you could hardly help but brush against them.
Well at least I could clean up. I looked around for some soap and shampoo. Like the rest of this place even the soap dispensers were perverted. A note under a glass plate in the wall stated you had to "jack the cock off" in order to get soap from them. I was filthy with spunk all through my hair and was desperate to wash. I started on the one marked shampoo. As I bent down, one of them placed at crotch level squirted right up my but. No matter how I moved, I could not get to the soap or shampoo without getting squirted. The matter was made worse by the fact that I had to stay in this position until I worked enough to get the soap or shampoo to come out. When I finally got my hand on the shampoo dispenser I yanked at the limp penis in anger. After several frustrating moments I slowed down and rubbed it more appropriately. Sure enough, it stiffened and spurted some shampoo out. After washing my hair, I had to repeat this process in order to get the soap out. After sever more squirts up the but, I was able to lather myself up and get cleaned up.
The water shut off after I got my final rinse complete and then warm jets of air started blowing from tinny air holes on the wall. It was very invigorating. One good thing from this experience I thought riley. I noticed a hairbrush attached to the wall via a rubber-coated cable. The hand was shaped like a penis, but catching my reflection in the mirror, I decided to use it anyway. At least I could keep some dignity around here.
After a more few minutes the exit door opened into the bedroom. I was so glad I headed right for the bed.
Except for two red lights blinking in the corner of the room, all the lights went out as I lay on the bed. As exhausted as I was, I could not sleep. I looked over at the lights and I wondered if they were some type of surveillance camera. As I watched heard faint whispers telling me to relax. I tried to cover my ears but the whisper all seemed louder. "Maybe it just my restless mind," I thought. Again the whispers told me to relax and count backward from ten. "Ten, nine, eight, seven ...." the voice kept telling me. Each time it started, the count got slower. I found myself counting with it.
When the person gets relaxed enough, we start the more intense audio track. The reason she cannot shut out the sound is that we have placed implants in her ears. Like the implants we use in her pussy and tits, which are very small, made of almost all organic material and are connect directly to the nerves.
The reason for the bruises on Sally's body is to hide the small incision used to insert the plants. I have one of the top rated doctors in the world to help me with this but I'll talk about him in another story.
We reworked the audio we have gotten of her from the mock hospital scene. We also have a program that can imitate her based on the recording we have fed in it but we have found that the persons own words work best when trying to convince them of what they are going to like. The first night we work on her vocabulary and her ideas of clothing.
"You trust your own voice explicitly. You will believe whatever it says to you. It is really just your thoughts you are hearing."
"Breasts, no these are my tits or boobs. Virgina, no this is my pussy or cunt. This is not my but, this is my ass. It is not called a penis but it is a cock. These words are more pleasing to me ... more sexy."
"I love the way a g-string rides up between the crack of my ass."
"I love the way the bra pushes up my boobs."
"I love the feeling in my pussy and tits. ..."
For the next four hours this tract keeps playing over and over. At first you can here slight muffled rejection of the words she is hearing, then quiet, then finally you start to hear her repeat in a muffled voice "boobs ... tits ... pussy ... cunt ... ass ... cock..." A smile replaces the frown on her face.
At the end we add some more instructions. "You will not remember hearing these words, they will become your own thoughts. When ever you here your own voice say "listen up Sally", you will return to this state and be open for instruction. When you return to normal sleep tonight, you will have several erotic dreams about what you have done today. They will turn you on but you will not be able to touch yourself or reach a climax. Again, you will not consciously remember these last several instruction but you will obey them."
Later we would add about how much she enjoys "men watching her" and how she loves "the taste of spunk and cocks and having cocks rammed home in her ass" and how "she loves and obeys her husband" and how much "she wants to do these things with her husband". Etc.
Next I knew, it was morning. At least that was what the clock in the wall stated, 8:00am. What time was it when I went to bed, I wondered. I tried to go back to sleep, but the rush of cool air awakened me. Another day in hell had started. I went over to the counter to see what they had supplied me for clothes. This was a one-piece outfit that looked like it came from a spider man outfit. The front covered my tits and pussy but was transparent enough to see it all anyway. The back was a bunch of straps that all joined at the center of my back, looking like a spider web. It had a red front with a black outline. The straps were also black. A red collar was also on the table with some red spiked heeled shoes. As I put it on I realized that it must have been made for a slightly shorter body. The tong bottom crept up my ass and parted the lips on my cunt... Since when have I used those words, I thought? Well that is what they are, my ass and pussy.
The day went on about the same as yesterday. My futile efforts of resistance were met with sharp reports of shocks.
The rest of the week continued around the same. Different outfits, and longer intervals. I learned that the better I cooperated the less spunk and handling was done on the way to the shower.
A week later, my morning routine was changed. Another object had been added to my room the night before. It was similar to a mechanical bull they might have at a bar but with a two-inch dildo protruding out of the seat. I shuddered at what that might be used for.
The next morning I awoke on the bull with the dildo shoved in my cunt. My legs were strapped to the underside of the bull so I was tightly seated. I learned one more secret of the bull as it started a slow bucking motion. On the downward plunges the dildo lengthened to it completely filled me. It also vibrated as it moved in and out.
It increased in speed and I had to hold on tight to keep from being whipped around. The feeling of pleasure started emanating from my pussy. Before I realized what I was doing I was slapping the bull as if to encourage it to push me over the top.
When I reached it, the bull slowed down and the straps released my legs. What a ride ... I mean who was the pervert who thought these things up.
I went over to the table with clothes table. It had a pretty hot pink lacy Peek-a-boo bra, matching thong panties, garters and black hose. The black 5" heels were a perfect compliment.
The door to the exercise room opened. As I went in I realized something was different. For one thing, the lights over the equipment had always been dimmed and today they were fully lit. I looked over at the various equipment and rubbed my pussy. They really did not expect me to use this stuff did they?
A red light over the instruction panel I noticed the first day blinded. I went over and re-read the rules. 1 - Ten reps per station 2 - Only while using the equipment will the shock be shut off. 3 - Four separate stations must be completed before being allowed into the next room. 4 - Fifteen seconds allowed between stations. 5 - Each completed special station will reduce the reps by two on all stations.
What were the special stations? I looked over at the equipment and saw an empty area with a red outline. Inside the outline was marked special. Nothing there today, grimaced. I went over for a closer look at the equipment; I had purposefully ignored it up to now. There was a sit up station, a push up station, a leg press station, a bench, a station for doing leg squats, and a one, which you knelt and pulled weights from over your head to your shoulders. All of had a similar seat built into them with some type of seat belt to hold you on the seat. The seat was shaped to firmly fit your crotch in and with a two-inch dildo sticking out of it. I thought of the mechanical bull. As I looked on a slight shocked emanated from my collar, I knew it would increase if I did not quickly find a station.
The leg squat station was closest. The seat on it was attached to a rack, which would follow you down to the floor. Two bar handles were at shoulder height, simulating a weight bar. As I mounted the seat, I noticed a plug in the back end of the seat. I shuddered to think what that was for. I gently eased the dido into my pussy and buckled the strap, the shocks stopped. I thought of just staying in that position but the bars at shoulder height started coming down and pushing on my shoulders. I grabbed the handles to keep the weight from boring into my shoulders. Already I had to flex my knees. As I descended the dildo came up, fully entering my pussy. At the bottom of the stroke, the weight lessened and I was able to push the weight up with some effort. Each time I descended, the dildo would rise out of the seat about 6 to 8 inches before a "hilt" on the dildo stopped it from penetrating any further. The dildo also started vibrating. I could feel my pussy tingling and becoming wet, what was I becoming.
After completing ten reps the squat machine locked in an upright position and the buckle unsnapped. I thought about staying right where I was but the collar's shocks encouraged to move to the next station.
Next I moved onto the lat machine - all seemed as evil so it did not seemingly matter which I chose. On this machine, I had to hook my legs under a padded bar and strap myself to a pad stomach level. The bar my legs had to hook under was positioned so that my knees were about 2 feet apart and the floor was slippery enough that I had to consciously squeeze my knees together to keep from impaling myself prematurely on the dildo positioned between my legs. My pussy was a little tender from the last work out so I cautiously eased into my lips. Besides the belt along my waist, the bar at my knees descended in such a way to allow side-to-side movement but not allowing me to pull them free.
The bar was in the down position. As I grabbed it I could feel the bar release. I was not quite ready for the pull of the weight and the dildo, which rose up as the bar went up, jammed into my pussy. Fighting back the tears, I pulled down on the bar with all my strength withdrawing the vibrating dildo from lips. Needless to say, on the next stroke, I worked hard to let slow the assent. It felt much better, almost enjoyable .... What is wrong with me?
Ten reps latter, the bar locked in place and I was free to go to the next station that is.
I made it to the leg press hoping to give my arms a much-needed rest. This setup was similar to the squat area except horizontal and in this case the dildo was already fully extended and vibrating. It took a little time and some encouragement from the collar before impaling myself on the dildo. It was hard to concentrate on bucking the restraining strap and putting my arms in the loops, with my pussy tingling away. With all the teasing I had been getting I found myself reaching an orgasm before I could get that didlo out of my pussy. Then to allow it to reenter on the next stroke sent another orgasm through my body. It was all I could do to press the weight and get that thing out of me. By the tenth rep and tenth (or continual) orgasm, I was spent.
I wobbled over to the push up table, there was no strength left in my legs. This contraption consisted of a padded board you laid on face forward. It had several cut outs strategically placed and was molded for my body. As well as the standard didlo, there was a cut out for my breasts and face. The opening at the head included a helmet like apparatus, which force me to face forward with very little movement. The opening at my breast was covered with fur and my breasts rested on the fur underneath. Again this table was in the down position forcing me to shove the dilo deep in my pussy before strapping in. I could already feel myself climbing toward an orgasms I worked to shove myself upwards. On the next downward motion the fur beneath the table at breast level turned out to be fur wheels, which just about sent me over the edge as they tickled my tits. At the same time I could see on a video screen in front of me a shot of my red, wet pussy as the dildo entered. Closing my eyes only seemed to increase the stimulation I felt. On the fifth push up another orgasm stole all my strength and I lay there reaching one after another for what seemed eternity. Finally someone shut off the vibrator action and I was able to complete the last five pushups.
Sally was coming along great. If I had not already collected the money, I might have kept her for my own collection. As you may have noticed, we are giving her more choices on how to get off. The first few exercise machines are set to allow her to mount and then force penetration. After a few exercises and her resistance was lowered, all the machines go to a position where she has to impale herself on the dildo before beginning. After the first week all of the machines will set so she has to mount first. Then we add some special exercises to work on strengthening other muscles. Again these will be voluntary.
I have been here about three weeks now. One benefit of this nightmare, I have never been in better shape. If I just could stay awake at night and avoid those weird dreams I might be able to figure a way out of here.
Time for my morning "exercises". At least I could now get through them with out passing out and I was not nearly so sore as that first week of exercises. I pulled on my one-piece teddy. Basically a two thin strips of flimsy material, that barely covered my nipple let alone my boobs, then ran down to my pussy, where they connected then continued through my ass cheeks, splitting again midway up my back, and finally over my shoulders. It was made of some type of spandex, so it never loosened up. Despite the discomfort in my pussy, I had to admit, I looked hot in the mirror.
I blushed, where did that thought come from.
As I entered the exercise room I saw something in the "special" section. It was a dildo attached to a stick and a small weight attached to the bottom. What did they expect me to do with that? There was a note attached to the wall next to it.
Special exercise for the day: 1 - With your hands behind your head, insert dildo into your cunt, lift weight and carry 20 feet on marked course and return. If dropped, carry back to start line and attempt again. 2 - Each completed special station will reduce the reps by two on all stations.
That seemed easier than most of the exercises I had been doing. I lifted it. It had to be less than five pounds. I set it down and lowered myself onto the dildo with my hands over my head. Dam - it has a vibrator also, I thought as I could feel it start to hum. You cannot imagine how hard it is trying to carry that 20 feet and back. The first try, I made it part way back, but the vibration started me a dripping and it slid out. I tried a few more times but I was to wet to keep it in. I would have to do it faster tomorrow.
I went over to the bench, lifted the bar and squeezed in. It was a tight fit on the molded bench. The even conveniently formed the back to my ass so it crammed the fabric of my outfit further in. I carefully slid my pussy into the dildo and had to let the bar back down in order to strap in. Reps did not count until you were firmly in place. I manage to get through without orgasming, though barely.
Next, sit-ups. Who would think of a sit up bench as perverted but this one surely was. It was inclined backwards from most sit up benches, feet on the downhill side. My buns sat on another molded seat that slid up and down the bench freely. There was a "T" shaped bar that I had to touch with my elbows in order to count as a rep. I also had to go completely back and touch my head to the mat to complete the rep. Not bad except you had to wear a collar with cushioned hand clamps that held you hands behind you head. Once locked in, they did not release until you were complete. Ant the "T" and a dildo were placed so you had to lower yourself unto the dildo and submerge it into your pussy before you could touch the "T". This is not one you do fast or else a dildo will tear you instead of giving you pleasure. "Pleasure? How could I think of this as anything but torture?"
At week four, we add to the nightly suggestions.
... cunt .. ass ... cock ...," she purrs.
"You love having men watch you perform. You love the way they look at your body." The stimuli we have been giving her during the day help to reinforce this thought.
It is amazing how she starts to get into the dancing. By the end of the week, there is a genuine seductive grin on her face as she dances. We slowly turn down the "extra" stimuli we have been giving to her as she dances. By now her body makes up the difference on its own.
After lunch, I headed into the "living room" for lack of a better word. Time for some dancing. I looked down at my sexy body. I sure was in good shape now. Maybe I should start having fun during these sessions. Surely that would take something away from their torture treatment of me.
I stretched out waiting for the music to begin. When the beat started my body automatically responded. I twisted and shook my tits and ass. It was great to hear the effect I was having on the audience. I pulled on the crotch of my outfit to the cheers of the men. They ain't seen noth'n yet I thought. I pulled one of my boobs out from cover and slowly licked around the nipple. I might as well enjoy this, I thought. I started slowly massaging my pussy. Yes, not to fast. Time to make them suffer by going slow. I worked my way to an orgasm and it sounded like they got off also. This was great. ... great???
Week five we add the phrase, "Deep down, you love your morning workouts, you enjoy the screwing you get. You want your husband to screw you until you pass out."
At first she resists this, but the stimulus she has been getting during the workouts and what we add now, helps her to accept this. This phrase is repeated until we see her start to relax and even start to climb towards an orgasm as this thought is repeated in her own voice.
By the end of the week, she does not need to be encouraged with the collar to mount the equipment. She becomes much more energetic in her morning workout. No she is not exactly a willing participant, but she is less of a resistant participant for sure.
Week six we add the phrase, "You love men's sperm, the taste, the texture and the smell turns you on. You cannot wait to taste your husbands sperm." We stay with this routine to we believe she has accepted it.
When I entered the exercise room, there was only some type of head, hand restraints in the special section. I went over to read the instructions.
Special exercise for the day:
Well I had mastered the weight carry, the tongue stretch, even got limber enough for the pretzel, as the photo wall proves. Why not try this new exercise, four whole reps off each exercise. Kind scared me at the same time, why such the reward. I looked at the bridle and put it over my head. It came complete with a bit of sorts. Two small triangle rubber objects connected by a thin flat hoop. When I got the harness in place, it forces my jaw to stay open at least two inches. The hoop sat flat against the top of my mouth. I put on the wrist straps and following a diagram in front of me, I clicked the straps into place behind my head.
Five circular openings opened on the wall behind me and rules five through seven were added the screen with the instructions on it.
5 - Rep is only counted if no juice is lost. 6 - Time limit is three minutes. 7 - Each rep to be completed in the kneeling position.
I stared in horror as five men's groins became pressed against the holes. All different sizes and nationalities were represented. I took a step from the circle and a jolt from the collar at my neck drove me to my knees. I carefully stood up and walked toward the cocks. I knelt down in front of the smallest cock I could find. He was already hard and sticking straight in the air. I was revolted by the thought but knew there was no way out until I completed the requirements.
I tentatively sucked into my mouth but not to far. I had never actually given anyone a blowjob before, but the movies had given me some pointers. Actually, his cock did not taste so bad, actually kind of pleasant. The more is sucked on it the hungrier I became. What kind of closet slut was I? Soon I was licking his balls and his shaft trying to get him to reach it. Finally, after several minutes, his cock spewed into my mouth. The feeling and the taste, I never imagined it would taste so good. I quickly went to the next man.
By the fifth day I was hooked on cock sucking. They wouldn't need the bridle to keep me from biting after today. It was much to good to risk loosing the privilege.
Week seven we remind her, "You love the way the thongs ride up your ass, you love the feel of men groping your ass. You feel a void, something missing, that we make you feel even better..."
We keep this up for a night or two and then add, "Something solid between your ass cheeks. Something to fill the whole..."
I woke up humming that tune I had been dancing to yesterday. How weird. It must just be because I was getting into shape and feeling better about my body.
I caught myself looking forward to see what had been put out for me to wear today. It didn't look like it would amount to much, I grinned to myself. A pale blue teddy awaited me. Looked like a skimpy bikini except for the fact that the sides of the bikini bottoms were attached to the sides of the bikini top and it had garters hanging off the strings. I put the hose on first and stretched into the teddy. The top had two one-inch equilateral triangles to cover my tits. The bottom consisted of a two inch high by one-inch wide triangle to cover my pussy with a quarter inch string attached to a two-inch triangle waist high in back. A bead was woven into the string at the exact height of my ass hole.
I noticed that the bead had gotten larger and changed shape again. It first showed up this week as a half inch by one-inch flat oval bead about a quarter inch thick. It was threaded through the short side of the oval, causing the longer side to ride up my ass hole. This was particularly noticeable when I found out they had replaced the flat kitchen chair with a molded kitchen chair, shoving the bead deeper in my ass. I attempted to sit sideways on the seat but was rewarded with electric shocks from the collar until I sat "correctly". I was amazed how quick I was able to get used to the feeling, even some how comforting.
Today the shape of the bead had evolved into a two headed cock, and threaded to make sure one head of the other penetrated my ass hole.
Again the teddy was to short for me and when I stretched into it, the teddy spread my pussy lips before riding up my ass. Still I could not help but stretch as tall as I could make myself and feel it ride just a little higher. The bead came right in line with my ass hole. I felt my self getting turned on by this. I absent mindedly reached behind me pulling my ass cheeks apart in order to made sure it was in as secure as it could be back there.
How could that feel good, I thought?
I strapped on my heel and went into the next room.
I notice that some of the equipment had added accessories; there was an extra dildo on both the push up and the sit up station. Both were positioned to penetrate my ass upon use. I quickly walked away from those. There were no items in the special section, no cocks today I frowned. Sure to my prediction, by day six, the bridle had been removed. Maybe I would get some cock latter in the day. I proceeded to the leg press.
I sat on the leg press and strapped in. Last week they had reversed the gearing on the press so that when I press (extended my legs) it caused the dildo to enter. If I did not extend completely, the rep was not counted. They started the exercise in the extended position so I had to lower myself onto the dildo before strapping in. I felt something give way in the seat as soon I buckled in. I never noticed that before. Before I even could start, a tube poked my ass hole squirting warm gel up my ass. I let out a startled, "ohh". I had a sinking feeling about this. As I eased the weight down, my suspicions were confirmed as a dildo start to penetrate my hole. Its mere size shoved the bead out of place before entering me. The pain was excruciating yet at the same time a wave of pleasure ripped through my body. I let it down as slow as I could, hardly imagining the depth it entered my ass. Now there was no break as the extended stroke forced the dildo up my pussy. I orgasmed after only a few strokes. This was going to be a long session.
I went on to the bicycle next. This machine had entered last week with only one dildo where a seat should be. As I peddle, the dildo spins in my pussy, several rotations clockwise then several rotations counter-clockwise. The faster I pedal, the faster it goes. Instead of reps, I am given ten minutes on the bike but I get time off the faster I pedal. The last time I rode it I got the time down to three minutes and one gigantic orgasm. Sporting tow dildos, I knew I would set no records today. There still was a minimum speed in order for any of the time to run down and if you stopped, the clock was reset. Yet I felt that after the initial penetration, this might be the easiest on me.
I carefully lowered myself unto the dildos, guiding one up my now lubricated ass and the other up my dripping pussy. It took a little to get the full length of the dildo up my sore ass and clip the belt in place. The belt kept me from rising away from the dildos. I locked my hands onto the wrist restraints on the handlebars and started pedaling real slow. I took at least a minute before I was "comfortable" enough to get the speed up to start the clock. The ass dildo was continually self-lubricating as they were on all the machines. This was an immense help. I managed to finish with only three restarts.
I went over to the push up station when I fished with the bike. This required no mechanical assistance. I had to lower myself onto the dildo sticking through the floor, cinch the restraints, pull the lower bar down which started the rear dido up my ass. This one I could go as slow as I wanted but the vibrating dildo got me to frustrated if I went too slow. These ten reps went the easiest.
The sit-ups looked intimidating but I decided to give it a try. I strapped in to the seat, locked my hands in place and lowered myself onto the dildos. Getting both of them lined up without my hand turned out to be quite a challenge. There is something about bending your body and exerting yourself while being screwed at both ends that gives the greatest thrill. I was both relieved and somewhat disappointed that the session was over.
Onto breakfast....
That night on the way to the shower, one man shoved a vibrator up my ass while another shoved one up my pussy. I was locked in place, the bars not allowing me to defend myself and the vibrators stuck against the bars. As another sucked my tits, I felt my body reach another high. After a while they left after shower me with their cum. I slithered toward the shower, licking a few stray stands of jism dripping down my face.
The next day, my outfit was familiar to yesterdays except no bead. Where the bead would bead had been, there was a loop with snaps? The loop was made of a springy tubular material shaped in a 2" diameter circle. When my outfit was on, the loop was more of an oval but it spread my asshole wide open (for easy penetration?). My ass kind of felt empty without something shoved up it.
I went to the exercise room and proceeded with my workout. It was amazing how I could actually enjoy the dildo up my ass.
When I attempted to leave the exercise room, the door would not budge. It was then I noticed the feathery tail hanging on the wall. It was attached to a prelubed dildo. Next to it were instructions on inserting up my ass and clicking on the snaps to hold it in place. This dildo was at least six inches long. My hesitation was stopped short by a few shocks from the collar. I had been through enough of this type encouragement
Week 8.
"You want to show your husband how much you have learned."
"Yes ... show Peter ..."
"You want to be submissive to your husband. All men love sex and beautiful women, you want to fulfill his every dream."
"Yes ..."
At the end we add some more instructions. "You will not remember hearing these words, they will become your own thoughts. When ever you here your own voice say "listen up Sally", you will return to this state and be open for instruction. When you return to normal sleep tonight, you will have several erotic dreams about what you have done today. They will turn you on but you will not be able to touch yourself or reach a climax. Again, you will not consciously remember these last several instruction but you will obey them."
This week we gave her many choices with rewards. We put out two outfits, one more to her old taste of lingerie and another raunchy outfit. If she chooses the conservative outfit, we caused the electors to give her an unpleasant feeling. When she chose the lingerie, we gave her pleasant stimulating feelings.
It has been a good week, Sally
Time for delivery. We have given our client a small surgical operation in the mean time. The Doctor has implanted a switch for Sally's pleasure nodes in our client's pinky and thumb of his right hand. He can literally make her orgasm by touching his thumb and pinky together. The surge starts slow and keeps building for as long as our client holds the two fingers together.
Sally no longer needs to be forced to perform what is expected of her. She actually has many physical yearnings on causing her to desire these acts.
Lastly we need to make her think she has gotten out on her own and make sure she doesn't get picked up by anyone but who we plant. All week we have been feeding her nightly suggestions that she would be ashamed if anyone but her husband found out what had happened and hope that she would find a way out. All week she has kept checking doors to see if she can find one open.
It has been over eight weeks since I have been taken prisoner. Some how I must find a means to escape. I noticed a longer robe with my clothes this morning? This is the most I have had to cover up in for a while. I pull on the red teddy, carefully parting my cunt lips before pulling up the shoulder straps. Beautiful black stockings to attach to the garters and six inch black spike heels for my feet. The red collar and knee length satin robe to cover up. This one actually closes in the front, not that I bother tying it closed.
Two men burst into my room as I finish dressing. "Time to deliver you to your new master," one sneers. They grab me by the arms and hall me off my feet.
I must get out, the only master I want is Peter. I should have shown him more love and affection before I was taken. If I could get back to him I have a few tricks to show him. Get away, I must look for a way out.
A door opens in the wall where I thought there had only been a mirror. As I am dragged down the corridor, I pass two other women in similar "apartments" as mine. Despite myself, I find myself getting wet just thinking of them going to do their "exercises". What have they turned me into? But even that thought seems to have lost its strength; it is what I have become. I do not think I can go back.
One of the men puts a clothe over my mouth and I pass out.....
I am awakened by a sudden jerk. As I look around, I realize I am in the back of a cargo van, laying on some satin covered futon. I can make out voices coming through the wall separating me from the from of the van.
I can here one of the men say, "she will be out for a few more hours, we can stop here and get a bite to eat."
"If the boss finds out."
"Are you going to tell him?"
I can hear them leave the van. I sneak over to the door; they wouldn't leave it unlocked, I thought as I jiggle the handle? It is locked but I noticed the doors give as I push against them. Sure enough, the latch that should have held the door without the handle closed against the van must not have latched properly.
My heart beats fast within me. I hop out of the truck and start running, in high heels, before I even look around. I just about knock down a trucker standing near the van. He mumbled something in a language that sounded Spanish.
"Help me," I whisper, not wanting to attract my captors.
"You speak English," he asks?
"Yes, I need to get out of here fast." I plead.
He leads me over to his truck and helps me in. As he grabs my ass to give me a boost up I am both terrified and excited. What have I gotten myself into? As we pull out of the truck stop, I see two men come out of the restaurant and head towards the van.
As we drive down the highway a few miles, I find myself glancing at the trucker's crotch. He is definitely being turned on by my presence. I can't believe I am craving a taste of his cock. I better get a hold of Peter fast.
"Can we find a phone," I ask, supplementing hand gestures to help him.
He looks over and nods his head, taking extra time to take in my scantly clad figure. I let the robe come open. I should allow him have a look at what he saved. I can't believe how wet this makes me.
We pull into a gas station with a phone and I call Peter. On the third ring I hear his lovely voice say, "Hello".
"Peter," I cry, so glad he is home. "It's me Sally."
"Sally, where are you? Where have you been? What has happened?" He blurts out.
"It's a long story ..., just a second," I turn to the trucker waiting nearby. "Where are we?" I hadn't even given a thought of where we were, just that I was free.
"Mexico City," he replied.
"I'm in Mexico City Peter, I had been kidnapped and a trucker has helped me get away."
"Well see if the trucker will take you to a good hotel and call me again. I get our plane ready for the flight there and should be there within the day. You can tell all about it then. Why don't you thank the trucker for all he has done? Tell him to get a room at the same hotel and I will wire him a reward."
All kinds of thoughts go through my head when I think of thanking the trucker. I wonder if Peter would let me thank him properly. This is something I would never have asked Peter before, let alone think of doing, but somehow I thought Peter might understand.....