Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Plastic Fuck Holes
Keywords: M~f MMMM~FFF bd nc rape anal ws tort snuff

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Plastic Fuck Holes


Annie was 16, blond, and dressed in black. She had been
handpicked from the autograph crowd after a concert. Now she was
walking down a backstage hallway. The teenage girl was normally
very claustrophobic, but today's fighting had been worth it.

Her cunt was wet and ready. She had even pissed herself, just a
little, accidentally, during the commotion after the show. She
didn't care... It would be a dream to fuck a cock - any cock -
from the band. Whatever happened after this day, she knew she
would be happy for the rest of her life.

It would turn out to be a good thing she felt that way.

...

Charlie Alexander was a rugged, 45 year old police detective. His
dark hair was turning gray, he was getting out of shape, he was
lonely, and, as most people, he really needed a fuck.

He was sitting at his desk, looking at a picture of his current
case, a disappeared girl named Annie. She was young and very
pretty.

Charlie had an unhealthy obsession with puberty girls. He had to
admit it, and he knew it was wrong. The fact that he had a
daughter that age made it even more inappropriate.

But what did it matter, he thought, when he hadn't seen his
daughter in ages anyway. She had moved out of his life with
Charlie's wife, years ago. Truth was - regardless of what
everyone said - teenagers would always be irresistible to him,
and he'd never really have one. Sometimes, the only thing that
kept Charlie going was the fantasy of seeing one those fresh,
perfect nymphs open up to take his cock inside her.

Of course, there were other things he had given up already.
Charlie always wondered what his wife allowed her new man to do.
When Charlie had been with her, he had wanted to fuck her ass,
but she had always rejected him. Did she let her new man's cock
into that tight, forbidden, wrinkled hole? Charlie suspected that
she did. He suspected that it even turned her on to think about
old Charlie never getting it...

The girl Annie, on the picture he was looking at now, had
disappeared after a concert two weeks ago. The computer guys had
come up empty, and Charlie had been ordered to drop the case.
These days, you were barely allowed to leave the office without
clearance from the computer guys...

He fantasized about rescuing this girl. About her knocking on
his door some time later, intending to show her gratitude. About
letting her in, pulling her panties off from behind, spreading
her young, tight asscheeks. About hearing her moan
encouragingly, ready to do anything to thank him...

A roadie for the girl's concert had mentioned a sponsor company
that fronted some shady business. The company appeared to sell
plastic, and Charlie had contacted them as a customer, in spite
of his orders, using the name Charlie Swan.

In a few minutes, he would leave to pay them a visit. It would
be just like the old undercover days...

...

When he came to their factory, he was directed to a side
entrance. A man in a suit opened, greeting Charlie. They walked
to a conference room where another man in a suit was waiting.

- "Welcome Mr. Swan.", the man said. "My name is Lundgren. I'm
the CO of this factory."

Charlie was given a drink, and he and Lundgren were left alone.

- "I've been doing some research on you, Mr. Swan...", Lundgren
said. "We could really benefit from business with you... So
what do you say, do you want to take a walk down to the floor?"

Charlie was surprised and slightly startled by this turn of
events, but there was nothing to do but play along. They started
walking down some stairs and out into a big factory hall.
He was completely unprepared for the sight that met his eyes.

On the factory floor, there were 5 large blocks of transparent
plastic. The material looked a little like foggy glass. The
blocks were attached to tubes and medical equipment, and inside
every block was a naked, hairless woman.

The bodies were molded into different poses - standing, leaning
forward, on all fours... 

Up close, you could see the faces of the women through the
material. They were all beautiful. They had perfect breasts.
Their bald heads made it all appear absolutely surreal. Air
tubes were going into each open mouth, and discrete IV lines
were connected to arms and legs. Everything seemed very clinical
and controlled.

Charlie could even see them looking back at him. They were
obviously still alive in there. There could be no mistaking the
fear and despair in their eyes.

Each plastic block had only one opening, exposing their cunts
and assholes.

Charlie found himself distractedly reaching out to touch the
plastic. It tickled his fingers.

- "That's grade-A porosity!", Lundgren boasted proudly behind
him. "It allows the skin to breathe... But the polymer would
actually rip her skin off if you tried to get her out..."

Lundgren laughed at himself like he had told a joke, and then he
walked up behind the woman. Charlie saw Lundgren's hand groping
her bare asscheeks.

- "It's alright to touch them...", Lundgren smiled excitedly.
"This one's called Jane. She's 29 years old, and she's been like
this for three years. But we're putting her in the oven tomorrow.
Her body won't take it much longer, and we want to recycle our
material."

With an icy chill, Charlie began to realize that there was no way
out of this. These people were powerful. Even the slightest
suspicion, and he would be dead. The only thing he could do was
to keep his cool and hope for a miracle.

At least there was something easy and natural to focus on. Mr.
Lundgren's fingers were sliding through the woman's cunt lips. A
glistening fingertip moved up to her asshole, and Charlie saw
Lundgren's finger being pressed inside the wrinkled sphincter.

Then, Charlie looked around and saw the woman's eyes reacting to
the intrusion. Charlie was growing erect inside his pants. He
couldn't help himself... In spite of it all, his cock knew it
wanted to be inside her...

- "Do you want to try her?", Mr. Lundgren asked. "She's just a
fuck toy... You shouldn't worry about her..."

Charlie didn't know what to say. He found a part of himself
considering if he could actually do it - letting go of everything
he had ever believed in - to finally feel a wonderful asshole
like that. He tried to fight the thought while appearing calm.

Mr. Lundgren seemed to notice his client's hesitation.

- "You know Mr. Swan...", Lundgren started in a serious tone.
"...the police find out anything these days. I'm sure you're well
aware of that...

Cracking a nervous smile, Charlie tried to anticipate where this
was going. Lundgren continued, waving at the women around them.

- "Of course...", he continued. "We have enough money to be
safe... We even use police surveillance to look after our business.
We started out using only prostitutes for our products. But lately
we've been using a rock band to provide us with younger women -
fans. Which brings us to why you're here, doesn't it Detective
Alexander?"

For some reason, Charlie managed to stay at ease, but on the inside
he suddenly understood that everything was over. He half-expected
a gunshot to come from somewhere, but nothing happened.

- "Don't worry Detective!", Lundgren continued. "I want to do
business with you. I will invite you to dinner, and then I'll
help you find your missing girl Annie. How does that sound?"

Charlie's throat was dry. He forced himself to nod.

- "Good.", Lundgren said. "Now, you must be curious about the
women... I don't know what else to tell you... We use drip-feeds
to stop hair-growth, give nutrition, and hydrate them. Their
stomachs are always empty... But they still urinate.

Charlie had noticed the fluid drains in the floor...

- "Their skin is treated with disinfectant through the pores of
the material...", Lundgren said.

One of the women faced Charlie. She was looking into his eyes in
silence. He wondered how long she had been trapped like that...
He wondered how much pain she was in, how much her body ached,
how much she longed to move...

She was standing up, bent straight forward. It looked like she
had been used as a bar table. There were even stains of old wine
in the plastic on her back.

To his surprise, he felt his cock grow again - in some deep,
animal excitement - as he watched her.

Another woman to the right was on her knees. She looked about the
height of a small living room table. He could see her exposed
asshole. Charlie figured she'd probably been fucked mostly in her
ass. It looked more convenient that way...

His cock was very hard again. He couldn't believe he was thinking
these things about these women. Still, his eyes stayed entranced
by their crotches.

- "I understand if you need to take this in...", Lundgren
continued. "You'll have time to think at dinner."

...

Dinner was pleasant. Mr. Lundgren explained that Charlie could
provide them with younger girls from his investigations.
Everybody would win...

- "We're going to offer you a room here for the night.", Mr.
Lundgren said. "In that room you're going to find one of our
products. I think she will be to your liking... We will be
watching you, of course... It'll be entirely up to you, but
I've decided to make it simple. If you use her - the way she's
supposed to be used - we will consider it a purchase and grant
you a loan."

Mr. Lundgren got up.

- "I recommend that you make that purchase, Detective...", he
finished.

...

The room was like a small hotel suite. Charlie heard the door
lock behind him, noticed a camera in the ceiling, and realized he
was a prisoner. There was a bed, a sofa, and a large screen on
the wall. He saw a drain. Right next to it on the floor, there
were two feet trapped in plastic under a tablecloth.

Charlie pulled the cloth away. There was a naked girl, her whole
body molded into a low, subordinate posture on her knees. You
could see light from the lamps refracting and glistening in the
plastic around her breasts. Her arms were placed behind her
back, as if she hung from an invisible rope.

Charlie looked into her face. She was looking back at him with
anxiety in her eyes.

It was Annie, the girl he had been looking for for weeks. She was
even more stunningly beautiful in real life.

He stared at her curved body, forced down simply to be fucked for
the rest of her life. The sight made his cock rise instinctively,
and it took him a few moments to notice that she seemed to be
looking right at the bulge.

He tried to get a grip of the situation, realizing she was in
pain and fear. He tried to tell himself that he could still help
her, that he would actually be a monster if he didn't at least
try.

But deep down he knew that it was useless. He poured himself a
drink.

Two drinks later, when he finally crouched down in front of her,
he saw her looking back, begging for help.

- "Hello Annie...", he said. "Don't be afraid... I'm Charlie. I'm
a police detective. I've been looking for you for a long time.
I'm going to do everything to make things good for you... You can
trust me..."

He didn't even have the courage to look her in the eyes through
that last part.

Her ass was spread, and it was so inviting...

He reached over to touch her. His fingertips caressed the soft,
welcoming skin of her asscheeks.

Once the decision had been taken, it was it was so much easier
than he had thought. His cock was suddenly more rigid than in
years. It was as if a lifetime of denied desire overwhelmed him.
His fingers slid down her crack, and soon he touched her warm,
sweaty anus.

This was it... He was going to do it now... He just had to think
of her as a hole - nothing else - and that was all there would
be to it.

He took his throbbing shaft out, feeling strangely proud of its
size and hardness, showing it to her like this, just inches from
her face... The tip was leaking with pre-cum. His orgasm was
already close. He saw fear in her eyes, but most of all he saw
her waiting, inviting anal opening.

He got up and walked around back to her again. This time he
pressed a finger inside her ass before he had time to hesitate.

- "Oohhhhhh yeahh...", he had to let out, grunting as he felt
her moist tightness.

He'd have to hurry up and get inside before he came. He pulled
his finger out. He put the tip of his shaft against the
contracting sphincter. He watched her wrinkles stretch as he
moved, trying to enjoy himself as much as possible on the edge of
orgasm. Then he pushed.

The ass was stretched hard. Charlie just watched his cock head
force itself inside. The complete silence was incredibly
arousing. The warm squeezing sensation around his shaft was even
better. Nothing he had ever felt could compare to this!

He was finally doing it! His head started spinning in a delirious
mix of excitement and pure, hard-cocked pleasure.

He managed to make a few quick pushes, watching his cock sliding
through the hole. He saw the moist, folded anus almost sucking on
his shaft.

- "Fuck! Fuck!!", he screamed. "Yeeaaahhhh... Fuuuck!!"

In a violent thrust, he buried his cock to the hilt and came. His
orgasm kept going in endless spurts, emptying a lifetime of
pent-up sperm into the warm bowel. When it was over, he was
breathing heavily on top of her.

Eventually, he got up and withdrew slowly, watching the perfect
teen ass pulling like it wanted his cock back in.

Then he moved around and looked at her face.

He knew everything about about this beautiful girl. He had
questioned her parents, searched her room, talked to all her
teachers. And now, through some miracle, he had felt her tight,
puckered hole clamping down on his cock... He needed more!

Charlie walked around behind, knelt down, put his mouth to her
sphincter, and pressed his lips tightly against the stretched
skin. He moaned into the opening while he pressed his tongue
against the wrinkles and jerked off furiously. It was as if a
barrier inside him had burst, leaving him unable to control all
of his deepest urges. The tip of his tongue slipped inside her
hole. He started sucking the anus towards his mouth, pushing
his tongue out, lapping wildly all over the fresh-fucked
asshole, kissing and grunting.

When he couldn't hold his next orgasm back any longer, he stood
up, put his cock into the glistening anus, and shoved himself in
again. It must have been painful to her this time, but he didn't
care, not stopping the motion until he was buried all the way. In
a scream of release, he came deep into her trapped asshole for the
second time in minutes.

A few moments later, he sat in the couch, glancing up at the
camera, wondering what would happen now.

Old Charlie was gone. It had only taken a few moments. The system
had beaten him. There was no point in fighting the system. All he
could do now was to try to be nice to Annie... maybe talk to her
a lot... or put her in front of the TV...

He tried the remote control. The giant screen showed something
that appeared to be filmed on the factory floor.

There were three women in plastic blocks on the floor. One was on
a belt that led to a door in what Charlie assumed was the oven
Lundgren had mentioned. The belt didn't move. There were 5 men in
the room.

Charlie kept watching, transfixed. The men were walking around
with drinks in their hands, fucking the women, even pissing on
the plastic, laughing cruelly.

Suddenly, Mr. Lundgren entered the floor with a cigar in his
mouth. He walked up to the woman on the belt, who was molded
bent-over with her legs spread.

Mr. Lundgren started tracing the glowing end of the cigar through
the woman's cunt slit. Of course, she couldn't make any sounds,
but you could see the sizzling glow against her fuck folds. When
he reached the clit, he leaned forward and puffed the cigar,
roasting her flesh for at least 10 seconds.

Then he stood up. He put the cigar against her anus and simply
worked the red hot tip inside. He left the cigar there, sticking
out like a little brown knob.

All the men laughed and cheered him on while he took his cock out
of his pants.

After about a minute of hard, snorting cunt-fucking, Mr.
Lundgren's body trembled in orgasm. While he finished grunting,
he reached out to his side and pushed a large button. The door
about 10 feet in front of him opened, and you could see the
radiating heat of the oven.

The belt started to move. The woman slowly moved away from him,
and his long, semi-erect shaft slumped out of her sperm-messy
cunt.

Two of the men were fucking the remaining women, watching the
block on the belt moving closer to the oven, a cigar still lodged
in the woman's ass. Everyone was cheering.

Charlie couldn't believe how much the cruel fate of the woman
actually excited him when he watched it like this. He even
masturbated... The plastic around her was glistening and
starting to melt. He thought he could see her skin turn red.
Then she was clearly pissing, spraying backwards into the air in
panic.

The men circled up around the remaining two women on the floor.
The mix of melting plastic and grilling human flesh on the belt
disappeared into the heat, and the men started jerking off,
ejaculating one by one, striping the remaining plastic blocks with
sperm. The two men fucking the women grunted in orgasmic pleasure.
With a heavy sound, the oven door closed, leaving no trace of the
discarded soul who had died inside.

Charlie knelt down behind Annie with a straining cock. He felt
almost sick with intense horniness, in need of another orgasm,
fast. His fingers caressed the crack of her ass and the skin
around her cunt. She was smooth and silky soft, as if she had
never even grown hair. The wrinkles around her asshole looked a
little swollen, and he guessed she was sore.

- "I'm so sorry Annie...", he managed to say distractedly. "I
didn't mean to hurt you..."

Then he brought his cock to her cunt. She was so sexy... Her cunt
lips separated around his shaft.

His cock stuck just over an inch into her cunt, which was more
dry than he had expected.

He'd had to empty his bladder for some time now, and it gradually
dawned on him that he was free to do it in any way that seemed
appropriate...

It took about half a minute of concentrating, and then he finally
felt piss spurting from his cock inside her. He pulled his cock
half-way out and watched the piss dribble out, and then he shoved
himself back. This time he got half way in. He decided to try
some more.

After a few concentrated seconds he felt a flow starting, and
this time he managed to keep it up. He was amazed at how much he
could release inside her.

He could feel pressure building around his cock. He tried pushing
deeper inside, and he discovered that he slid in without any sign
of friction, and a small geyser-burst of urine sprayed out around
his cock. He tried again, and he was rewarded with another wet
splash against his pubic hair.

Charlie slammed into the bottom of her cunt now, and he started
thrusting. The piss-friction felt wonderful. Her pussy dripped
as he fucked her harder and harder.

- "You're so fucking sexy!", he panted down at her.

He smacked against her wet crotch a few last times. Then he
cramped up, buried himself inside her, and screamed his first
real teenage-cunt orgasm out.

After catching his breath he pulled himself out and got up to
get another drink. He sat down, putting his feet up on her -
his new possession, he thought, the perfect piece of fuck
furniture.

Suddenly, Annie pissed on the floor. He saw sperm trickling
out.

Charlie wondered how it would be to have her in his home. Would
he sit and talk to her at night? He suspected that he would...
Would he give her a quick fuck every day when he came home from
work? Would she orgasm if he fingered her?

How come all of this had been so easy, he thought. Had it
always been inside him? How had Lundgren known? Was it in
everyone?

After they had watched some more of the violence on tv, he
walked around in new arousal and put a fingertip against
Annie's anus again. The most amazing thing happened.

Her asshole opened up for him when he put pressure on it. She
was doing it on her own... She had learned already...

Charlie put his cock against Annie's rectum for the third time
tonight, watching the beautiful, young asshole kiss him
welcome.

He knew what this was. This was the start of a perfect
relationship...

...

- "Excellent!", Mr. Lundgren said the following morning. "It's
been a pleasure doing business with you. She will be delivered
to your home tonight."

He smiled and pressed Charlie's hand.

- "And may I suggest you take a week off.", Mr. Lundgren
continued. "To acquaint yourself properly with our product
before you come back to work for us..."

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