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The White Room

By: joan658



Her eyes open. The girl is instantly awake. 

Immediately, her eyes snap shut to block an intense white light. Squinting, she opens her eyes again; tentatively, allowing time for pupils to adjust to the extreme glare.

What she sees is baffling and unsettling; ominous in its starkness, terrifying in its simplicity. 

The girl is in a small white room. Every surface is the whitest white she's ever seen -- so white that the corners where the ceiling, and walls, and the floor meet, are indistinct. She stares at the ceiling; she is lying on her back on a simple platform. The platform is next to one wall and connected to it; seamlessly. She allows her eyes to move from ceiling, to wall, to floor. Everything she sees is the same -- smooth, bright, perfect white surfaces without a single distinguishing feature. 

She lifts herself up from her prone position, supporting herself on an elbow. The girl turns her head to take in the entire room; she is stunned that there is absolutely nothing in the room but the platform upon which she lays. Worse still, there is no door or window; nor even a crack where a hidden opening might be. No opening for her to leave; or, for her to have entered the room, for that matter.

Her mind reels. 

"How did I get here?" The girl whispers to the empty room. She has no recollection of leaving her home in Virginia, just outside DC. 

The girl has an athletic figure; tight abs, though her breasts are large for her slim frame with firm pert nipples surrounded by large dark areolae. She is in her early twenties.

She sits up and reaches out, touching the wall next to her platform. It feels slightly warm and it's as hard as granite. Yet the platform she sits on is soft - though it appears to be the same material as the walls, and ceiling, and floor.

The girl swings her feet over the edge and notices for the first time that she is entirely naked; no clothes, no jewelry - her rings, necklace, and earrings have all been removed.

"What's going on?" She says aloud to no one but herself. Strangely, the empty room produces no echo.

The girl stands. She takes a few tentative steps, unconsciously covering her privates as best she can; perhaps someone is watching her. From the center of the room she turns round and round looking for some clue; some hint as to where she is, how she got there ... who ...? Her mind is having great difficulty assimilating all that is happening to her.

Suddenly, the girl feels overwhelmed and tears spill from her eyes; she realizes just how scared she is. 

The girl closely inspects, through bleary eyes, every surface of the cubicle; there are no features or flaws anywhere. The intense white light is prefect; though, with no obvious source.

Where does the light, the heat, the air come from? As the girl considers these issues silently, she has a moment of intense panic. 

The air! The room is sealed! She's going to suffocate!

Her heart races; a chill spreads through her entire body. She's got to find a way out or she will die! She examines every wall and the floor again for cracks; anything that would let air in -- still, she finds nothing.

She gives up. The girl turns to face the platform she awoke on and she freezes in horror. Sitting in the center of the platform is a white box. Her heart beats so fast and hard in terror that she is sure it will explode.

"How ...?" She begins to say, then realizes she has no idea what to say next. She has no idea of anything. 

Frozen in the middle of the room, her naked body begins to shake; so much so that her bare breasts quiver. Little mewling sounds involuntarily escape her throat. 

She tries to speak. "Where ... how did that ...?" 

She's forgotten about running out of air; she has a more pressing fear to deal with - the box. Approaching the platform, she bends to place her hands gingerly on the box. Size-wise, it's about the size of a small microwave oven.

The girl lifts the box carefully; she guesses it weighs several pounds. There is a slight irregularity on the top of the box - a dimple in the center -- it's the only imperfection she can find on the box. Setting the box carefully on the platform, she lightly runs her fingers over the top the box to the subtle indentation in the center. When the tip of her index finger slides into the depression, the box jerks almost imperceptibly and she hears a little hiss of air similar to opening a jar of home canned tomatoes. 

The girl notices a thin crack has appeared about an inch below the top edge of the box. She is sure the crack was not there a moment ago when she'd held the box up to inspect it. The girl places her hands on the top of the box and lifts; a lid comes off revealing the contents inside. 

There are several objects. All of them white; all of them perfect geometric shapes. She reaches into the box to extract a white cylinder; there is a slight feel of resistance as it comes free in her hand. She lifts and examines the object which is about the size of a one liter soda bottle. At one end of the cylinder she sees a slight depression like the one on the large white box. She places her finger on the depression and thin crack appears just below the top edge of the cylinder. She tugs at the top of the cylinder and it comes off in her hand. Inside, the opaque cylinder is filled with a clear odorless liquid.

"Water?" She says aloud. She dips a finger in the liquid and places it tentatively in her mouth tasting the liquid. "Water!"

Suddenly the girl realizes just how extraordinarily thirsty she is; she drinks the entire liter of water. Placing the lid back on the container she is about to replace it in the box when she notices that it is once again completely seamless; though there is still a fingertip sized depression on the top surface. Amazed, she touches the depression once again and in the blink of an eye there is a barely discernible seam. She removes the lid once again and screams.

Jumping back in horror she flings the cylinder away from her as if it were red hot. It is filled with water again! Which can't be, she thinks; she just drank it all.

The girl stands in the center of the white room terrified, mystified, and with her head spinning with the impossibility of what she just witnessed. As she watches, the water, splattered all over the floor, disappears; just as it would on a very hot frying pan. She steps over to where the water had been; the floor is not hot.

Picking up the empty water container, she replaces the lid and opens it once more. The cylinder is again full of water.

Where in hell is she? What is going on? She wonders; tears streaming down her face.

In spite of her fear, the girl decides she needs to inspect the other objects in the white box.

She removes the cube shaped object; it's also white, and about six inches on each side. She finds the anticipated small depression on one surface. When she places her fingertip in the depression, the seamless box, as expected, develops a crack around the top. Lifting the lid, she discovers the box to be filled with a gray substance, not unlike cooked oatmeal; though oatmeal overcooked until the consistency is that of a thick dry paste.

Wafting from the box is an aroma; the smell of delicious food. She lifts the box to her nose and gets hints of roast beef and gravy and potatoes and vegetables and fruit -- an entire meal seems to be present in the cube shaped box.

She touches the paste with a finger tip. It is soft and yielding; her finger sinks an inch into the thick gooey substance. The girl withdraws her finger; scooping up a small amount of the gray stuff and she places her finger in her mouth and touches the sticky goop to her tongue. 

Her mouth is immediately flooded with all the savory flavors that her nostrils just predicated would be in the mixture. She salivates profusely; she is ravenous. Scooping out a large quantity of the gelatinous stuff the girl wolfs it down.

Finished eating, the girl replaces the lid on the box and sets the cube shaped box back inside the larger white box; though she first checks the cube for magical replenishment properties and is not disappointed. Next, she picks up an oblong object which is the only other item in the big white box.

Pressing the 'button' as she comes to think of the small depression which she expects to find, and does, the girl lifts the lid to discover a very ordinary looking tooth brush; along with a white unmarked little jar which proves to contain minty tasting toothpaste.

"Oh, great; now I can brush my teeth." She says. "But where the hell do I spit, on the floor?"

As she speaks, she notices something out of the corner of her eye -- a cylindrical pedestal next to the wall. The girl knows with certainty that the pedestal had not been there moments before. The girl takes a step over to it and sees a bowl built into the top of the white pedestal; the bowl is filled with water. 

"OK ... so that's where I spit." She says. "Now I get it. Anything I need is magically supplied as soon as I need it. Guess I'll have a toilet when I need to pee."

Still thoroughly confused and mystified, she brushes her teeth and spits into the bowl. She notices another small depression, right next to the bowl, and presses the 'button.' The girl watches as the water drains from the bowl, notwithstanding, the fact that there is no visible opening for the water to drain through. When she blinks, the bowl is filled with water again.

Though startled at the water's reappearance; the girl cups her hands and scoops up some of the fresh water and rinses her mouth out, then spits it out again. The girl presses the button once more and the water drains from the basin.

"Great, all the comforts of home." She says sarcastically. 

As she speaks she looks around the room and is startled to see the large white box is no longer sitting in the middle of her sleeping platform. She is no longer terrified by such discoveries; she's starting to get used to things appearing and disappearing without notice, or explanation.

When the girl looks back at the wash basin where she'd just brushed her teeth, it too is gone; along with the toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Shit!" She exclaims. 

Turning, the girl walks back over to her sleeping pallet -- the only remaining object in the room. She stands in front of the platform and bends to touch it again with her fingertips; it is hard as a rock -- just as it was when the box sat on it. She turns around and sits on the platform and immediately feels it is soft and comfortable.

"How the fuck do they do that?" She says, standing up; she stares, baffled, at the platform.

The girl decides she might as well lie down; there's nothing else to do. She turns to lie on the bed; but instead, she freezes. Her heart races and she begins to shiver all over. 

There's someone standing in her room -- their back to her.

"Holly shit!" She says breathlessly.

At the sound of her voice, the man turns toward her. He is as naked as she; naked, as in, completely hairless. No beard, no hairy chest or legs and completely bald; as though his head had been shaved.

At the sight of the hairless man, the girl, without thinking, touches the top of her own head and is startled to feel the smooth slick skin of her scalp -- no hair. 

How could I have not noticed I'm bald? The girl thinks anxiously. 

She looks down and sees that her pubic mound is equally hairless. Looking back up at the stranger, the girl cannot resist staring; he too has no pubic hair, but he does have a very large penis ... and it is clearly growing larger as she watches.

"Who ... I mean how did you ... where the hell are we? Can you help me, please?!"

"Hello." Is all he says.

"Hello." She answers, stilled dazed. Then she adds; "I am so fucking confused! What is going on?"

The man takes a few steps toward her.

"Stay there! Don't come any closer." She exclaims.

"Its alright ... I won't hurt you."

"Where are we?"

"I don't know."

"How did I get here? How did you get here?"

"I don't know."

"What is going on ... please tell me!"

"I'm sorry ... I just don't know." He admits. "I'm Sam. What's your name?"

"Lisa."

He takes another step forward and holds out his hand, as if to shake hands.

"No! Stay away from me!" She screams.

"Listen, I have no idea where we are or how I got here, either. And I certainly would never hurt anyone. OK?"

"OK." Lisa says, starting to feel a little better about the naked stranger standing before her own nakedness.

"Did you just get here? Do you know how long you've been here?" He asks.

"Well, yes ... I guess so. I woke up a little bit ago and I was in this room. When I went to bed last night I was in my apartment in Virginia ... then I was here. I'm so confused." She explains. "And I've got to go to work; I'll get fired if I don't call in."

"Thought so. Most people I run into aren't so jumpy ... unless they've just arrived."

"There are others? Where? How many? How can we ..."

"Hold on, hold on. Yes, there are others. I have no idea how many and I don't have a clue where they are except that every time I met someone else its always in one of these white rooms. And I have no idea how to contact anyone ... I just show up in a different room every day and there's someone else there. And ... it's always a woman."

"Oh my gawd!" She exclaims with a growing sense of unease.

"And they're always extraordinarily beautiful ... like you." With his words, Lisa unconsciously covers her breasts by crossing her arms over them.

She glances down and sees that Sam is now completely rigid. His cock is pointed straight at her and it is huge. Lisa has never seen such a large member on a man before.

"I'm afraid." She says with a whimper.

"Yes, I know. We all are ... at first." 

Silence fills the bizarre room, broken only by the sound of her heart pounding frantically in her chest. Lisa is so perplexed and scared she doesn't know what to do. There is a naked man standing in front of her with a raging hard-on, yet he seems kind and sympathetic. He himself, seemly, is a victim of whatever weird conspiracy is at work in the strange place to which she's been taken.

Lisa has never felt so alone and helpless in her life. Sam's sudden presence presents some modicum of hope; that there are at least others and that perhaps they can somehow work together and find a way out, find a way home. Lisa realizes she needs him; indeed, they need each other if there is ever to be any possibility of salvation.

"Could you ... I mean, would you please ... just ... just hold me for a second?" She says, barely above a whisper.

"Sure." 

Happy to comply with her request, Sam steps over to her as she stands up. He holds out his arms, and she hers; their embrace is warm, comforting, soothing -- it is the first time since her mysterious arrival that she feels safe; well, almost. Lisa feels Sam's heart beating as her breasts press against his hairless chest. His arms are strong and he holds her tightly against the warmth of his body; she is reassured, she becomes calm -- at last.

"Thank you." Lisa whispers in his ear. She feels his hands move slowly over her back trying to sooth her and belay her fears.

"That's OK, I understand." Sam says. 

As he speaks, Lisa also becomes acutely aware that he still maintains his erection and that it is pressing into her belly just above her mons venus. A little shudder spreads rapidly through her body which she knows he surely must feel.

"You alright?" He whispers as he continues to hug her in his powerful arms.

"Mmmmm ... yes. It feels so nice ... having you hold me like this." 

Lisa's body is beginning to respond to Sam's nakedness, his hands roving over her back, and the strength of his embrace; and then, there's his very large cock pressing into her naked belly. In a way, she feels betrayed by her own body. It is certainly no time to be thinking about sex, especially when the man holding her is a complete stranger. Having sex is the last thing Lisa wants given her bizarre circumstances; but still she can feel wetness beginning to seep from the folds of her sex.

Lisa knows she needs to end the embrace, regardless of how good it feels to be held and comforted. There is no way she is going to have sex a complete stranger!

She pushes gently against Sam's chest, sure that he will get the message and let her go; but he does not. She feels his hands still moving over her back, but now, they start to stray lower and lower each time they move downward. She's growing concerned. 

She pushes against his chest, harder; but still Sam does not let her go. She is aware of his hot breath on her neck which sends shivers down her spine; this makes her realize how close she is to losing control.

"Please Sam." She says a little frantically as she tries harder to get him to release his grip on her body.

"Ah shit ... Lisa, you're so fuckin' beautiful ... just like all the rest of them." Sam whispers in her ear.

Twisting and squirming in a futile attempt to escape, Lisa knows that Sam is too strong for her. She is getting really scared. He starts kissing her neck and biting her earlobe.

"Stop it, Sam. Stop!" 

A hand grasps her buttocks in a powerful grip. Lisa feels his hips move back away from her body allowing his stiff rod to slide down her belly and over her mound. As soon as the tip of his cock is positioned at the apex of her legs and the slit of her sex, the powerful hand grasping her butt forces her hips into his rigid pole. It slides between her thighs; the top of his cock rubs against her clit.

Fire burns between her legs and electricity shoots in waves through her whole being as her body responds ... against her will.

"No! Let go!"

"This is what they want, ya know. It is. They want us to do it." Sam says, sounding excited; agitated, breathing heavily and slobbering wet kisses all over Lisa's neck and shoulders.

"Oh gawd! Please ... someone help me ... help!" She cries out; tears streaming down her cheeks as she feels herself being lifted off the floor and deposited on the sleeping platform. Sam forces her to lie back and he covers her body with his. 

He straddles Lisa's legs with his powerful thighs and holds her shoulders down with his strong hands. His head bends down and he takes a rigid nipple in his mouth and sucks hard; forcing much of her breast into his mouth, until it hurts. She cries out.

"Oh fuck! That hurts! No! No! Stop it!"

He does stop, but switches immediately to the other breast; this time biting the nipple hard, too hard. Lisa begins to weep under him. She feels a hand on her thigh which quickly moves up her leg and forces fingers into her wet slit. His rough skin rakes over her clit; her body quakes in a mixture of pain and bliss. 

"Oh please ... please ..." She mumbles though her sobs.

The fingers slip down the length of her quim and two of them force their way roughly inside her body. Lisa lets out a gasp and starts to squirm and twist; she is horrified. Not so much because she is being taken against her will, being raped, but because it suddenly feels so good; she can not help herself. Her body is responding and sending waves of bliss pulsing through her belly and permeating her entire being.

Sam's fingers begin to piston in and out of Lisa's slippery tight hole; she moans and cries out in a peculiar mixture of terror and ecstasy.

"You like that baby?" Sam grunts as he pumps her with his fingers. As he finger fucks her, Sam alternates between sucking and biting her breasts and nipples.

"Why is this happening?" Lisa whimpers between sobs.

Sam withdraws his fingers from her with an audible wet 'plop' and immediately forces her thighs apart using his hand and his knees. Lisa is instantly aware of his intentions but before she can respond or try to fend off his attack, she feels his huge hard rod penetrate her. Not gently -- there is no love making involved -- his cock slams into her depths and sinks to its limits; invading her body ... and her soul.


The White Room



Content warning: bondage and forced sex

*****

Emily was wealthy. Her husband owned a warehouse and successful shipping business and his income allowed her to live a lifestyle most people could only dream of. Her husband, William, spoiled her by granting her every wish. This however, was not enough to keep her happy, mostly she was just bored out of her mind. So to occupy her time she had to have the latest gadgets and participate in all the cool fads. Her newest fad was running.

Emily had woken up one morning to realize she would soon be thirty four and she was no longer the hard bodied young twenty three year old that had captured Williams's eyes and heart. Looking in the mirror she could see plainly that rich living had made her soft. Her body was not grossly fat but she had a tummy that stuck out and her once firm ass was now soft and jiggly. 

Her tits had also grown from her overeating and laying about. Her firm sexy 34B measurement had swollen to a sagging 38D. Her once perky tits were now starting to droop noticeably. They bounced excessively when she walked braless which they never used too. Even the male house staff she fucked to entertain herself didn't ogle her body as they had years ago. In her mind she needed to tighten up her aging body or risk losing her meal ticket to a younger sexier competitor.

She thought to take the easy way out at first and see a plastic surgeon. William would not hear of liposuction or a tummy tuck, he said she looked fine and it was all in her head. Emily decided she was just going to have to do it the old fashioned way and run and work out to get back her shape. So she went on a shopping spree, pairs and pairs of new running shoes and a complete running wardrobe, an expensive treadmill all came or home or were delivered.

William scoffed at her new hobby, he told her "Baby you're too spoiled to sweat, I bet you give up this running idea in less than two weeks." William only strengthened her resolve to show him she was not spoiled and she could finish what she started, at least once in her life. 

Emily soon found the treadmill was just too boring to use daily and that if she was going to keep this up she had to get outside. If she was outside she did not have to see herself running in the mirrors that filled the home gyms walls where the treadmill resided. Watching her titties bounce and seeing her ass and thighs jiggle as she ran was not inspiring to her at all.

She started walking the grounds of their home in the mornings and had adventured a mile or two on the country roads that passed by their estate. The changing leaves and pastures grasses gave her something to look at while she walked and jogged. Today she had set herself a goal; she would jog all the way down the dirt road to the creek and back and not stop until she was at the top of the hill that she dreaded every time she jogged. This would be her furthest run yet.

The dirt road was on the back side of their pasture and was seldom used by any traffic, it was a good place for her to run out of the sight of her neighbors or house staff. Her pride would not allow her to be seen by others sweeting and struggling as she exercised. The path was lined by trees and shaded in the morning so it was cool. She could run back there and be alone.

Starting down the road to the creek she was excited, she was determined she was going to do it. The way there was mostly downhill so the way back was the struggle. At the creek she turned and began the run uphill toward her home, the steep hill loomed in the distance. Gritting her teeth she pressed onward, her paced slowed but she did not stop.

She developed a pain in her side half way to the crest of the hill that shot through her abdomen. The pain made her wince with each step. Out of breath and in pain she almost did not notice the white van at the top of the hill pulled off to the side. "Shit, Now I have a damned audience" She thought to herself, "I must look awful sweating in my pink jogging bra top and black running shorts, at least my shoes match my top."

As she crested the top of the hill she could see the driver of the white van get out and open the sliding door on the cargo van. He was a large man with a tool belt around his waist and a hooded sweat shirt with a telephone company logo printed on the back. He crossed the dirt road in front of her and began looking through the tree line.

Panting as she drew nearer, she tried to ignore him as she passed between the worker and his van. "Damned contractor" she thought, "these fucking people should warn us if they are going to be working so close to our property." 

"Miss Emily?" the workman spoke out to her as he turned to face her. Breathless she asked, "How do you know who I am? Are you here to work on the phone lines?" The man lunged forward and caught Emily by the wrist and wrenched her arm behind her back. "Get in the van bitch!" he said roughly. Emily tried to scream and fight back but he clasped his hand over her mouth.

With her arm twisted behind her it felt like it would break off. The man who had grabbed her was powerful. He lifted her to her toes using her arm and a grip on her small running shorts. He spun her quickly in the direction of the van and she realized immediately he intended to put her in it by force.

Already exhausted from the jog she could not fight the stronger man off, he lifted her and tossed her into the open van door. Climbing in behind her he slammed the door shut from the inside and pushed her against the floor. He produced a set of chrome hand cuffs from his tool belt and cuffed her wrist to a metal loop bolted to the van floor.

When Emily began kicking and screaming for help the man produced a large hunting knife from the tool belt. "Shut up or I will slice your tongue out." He coldly said to her. She stopped her screams and stared at the long knife frozen in fear. The edge of the shining blade was razor sharp. The work man fashioned a gag from a bandana and placed it over her mouth and tied it behind her neck. The bandana tasted of sweat and oil and made her want to retch.

Once she was secured, the workman passed though the cargo area to the driver's seat and drew a black curtain across the van so Emily could not see through the windshield. She sat in the back of the van and cried in terror as the engine started and the van pulled on to the road and motored off.

The van speed away and made several turns and stops, Emily tried to visualize the direction and roads he was taking but it was useless. She looked on the floor of the van for a tool to pry the handcuffs loose but nothing was available. She tugged and pried with her free hand at the chain on the cuffs but to no avail. She was trapped by this man.

The van motored along for what seemed an hour before it began turning and stopping again. The driver must be getting close to where we are going she thought. The van stopped and she could hear a metal door swinging open like a large garage door. The van pulled forward the stopped and she heard the door close again.

She must be inside a building or a garage she thought. The driver open his door and exited the van closing it behind him. She heard voices but could not make out the words. Then the van door flung open and two men leapt inside and grabbed her. Pinning her to the floor with his knees, the first man opened the cuff attached to the floor while the second man grabbed her legs and drug her out the door.

The first man jumped from the van and placed his arms around her neck from behind. Emily kicked at the men as soon as her feet touched the floor. "Stop that or he will break your neck" commanded the driver of the van. "Take her to the shower room" he instructed the two men who held her.

Emily was taken to a green white tiled room with a drain in the center of the floor. There the men cuffed her again to a steel loop attached to the wall. Both men exited the room without saying one word while Emily screamed for help through the gag at the top of her lungs. She was alone now and desperately tried to figure out what was happening. Obviously she was kidnapped but why. Was it ransom they wanted or would they kill her?

In a few minutes it would all be made clear to Emily what these men wanted with her and it was nothing she could imagine. The van driver entered the small room with a hose and a bucket in his hand. He looked at Emily and told her 'You smell like a fucking pig, I am going to wash you now."

He sprayed cold water on her from the hose and she gasped. He waked closer to her and removed the large knife from a sheath on his belt. Emily shivered from the cold water or maybe it was fear, she was not sure. The man reached up and removed the gag dropping the dirty bandana to the floor. "Emily, I am Carlo." He said. "I will be your host today."

"My host! Are you fucking crazy?" she lashed out. "Do you know who I am? My husband is a very powerful man and he will pay whatever you want just don't hurt me and please let me go." "Emily, I have already been paid very handsomely to bring you here. My client has asked me to exhibit you under certain scenarios and that is what I am going to do." said Carlo.

Carlo took the knife and rubbed the blade slowly across Emily's chest and over her tits. She turned her head away from him as he slid the blade between her tits and under her jog bra. Carlo jerked the knife back toward him and the spandex material sliced in half as the jogging bra fell away from her breasts.

Emily's tits bounced around and jiggled as they sprung free from the tight bra. She tried her best to cover herself with her free hand. Carlo eyed her tits as she attempted in vain to keep them covered from his sight. "Nice melons Emily, very soft looking." He mocked her attempts to hide her flesh.

Carlo traced the tip of the blade slowly across Emily's tits. Using the tip he traced circles around her areolas and brushed the back of the blade over her nipples. The cold water and steel blade were having their effect on Emily. Her nipples hardened as if her tits didn't realize they were held captive. Her areolas puckered and their texture became bumpy.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha." laughed Carlo. "The tits always give it away. You're going to like what I have in store for you Emily." Carlo quickly cut through her black nylon jogging shorts revealing that Emily wore no panties when she ran. Taking a knee in front of her he lifted her legs one at a time and removed her shoes tossing them in the pile with her other garments. Carlo stopped and pushed his nose close to Emily's pussy before he stood up. "Nice shaved pussy." He said with an oily voice as he turned to the bucket.

"OK pig. Time for your bath" he said as he wet her with the hose again. He took a rag from the bucket of soapy water and handed it to her. "Wash yourself." he commanded. Emily rubbed the soapy cloth over her body. "Do your pussy and ass more with the soap." Carlo commanded as he sprayed her with the cold water. He intentionally sprayed her tits and face with the cold stream as punishment for not washing fast enough. "Hurry! I have more in store for you." he snapped at Emily.

When she had finished in the shower room Carlo handed her a towel to dry herself. She managed the best she could with one free hand. Carlo then unlocked her hand cuff from the wall and locked it behind her back on her other wrist. Emily was too afraid to fight back as she was naked and manacled. Carlo fastened a collar around her throat and placed a blindfold over her eyes. She thought it was similar to the sleeping mask she sometimes wore at her home... HOME! Would she ever see her home again? The panicked thoughts came crashing back in.

Carlo walked the blindfolded and naked Emily out toward the door and down a short hallway. Carlo informed Emily that the collar around her neck was a training collar and if she fought or resisted in any manner he would use it to shock her. The voltage is quite powerful he explained it will be as if you have been tazered.

Emily asked Carlo if she was going to be ransomed and why was she kidnapped? He replied as before, "You have been brought here against your will at the behest of my client, I am merely the instrument of his will. I have been given specific scenarios in which to exhibit you to the client."

So the client is a man asked Emily? 

That is not for me to say, I only say "he" as it is correct grammar to be masculine when the gender is unknown.

"So you're an educated man are you Carlo?" Emily tried to stroke Carlo's ego.

"What I am is a sadistic bastard Emily, and if my client wishes so I will prove it too you. Enough of you talking Emily" Carlo snapped at her as he grabbed her shoulders to stop her walking. "We are here. I am going to take you into a room where you will be my vessel. Like a vessel you will be filled. Filled with either pleasure or pain as my client wishes. If you pray, now would be a good time for it."

Emily heard Carlo open a door, then he pushed her through it. Once inside he removed her blindfold. The light hurt her eyes and she blinked to adjust to the brightness. The small white room contained what looked like implements from the Inquisition. A table was in the center of the room made of wood with an iron frame around it. On the frame were U shaped loops on the corners and at the midpoint of each side. 

In the corner was a large wooden structure in the shape of an X. At the top and bottom off the X were metal bands with large steel rings attached to them. The wooden structure was attached in the center to a vertical beam. On the wall beside the structure were canes and whips.

Opposite where Emily stood was a large padded sawhorse. This device was also fit with loops and rings on the legs. It was obvious that it was intended to bind the defenseless victim with their ass exposed. Above it were paddles and canes on the wall.

Emily felt her heart sink. "Oh my God" she cried out "Please No! Don't torture me!" Two men, the ones who took her out of the van, stood near the wall opposite the door. They came forward and grabbed Emily by the arms and turned her toward the wooden X. Emily jerked free of their grasp and tried to run for the door where Carlo was standing.

Carlo raised his hand holding a small box and pressed the red button in the center. 'She won't get far." he said as the button clicked. Emily felt the jolt of electricity hit her in the neck and it forced her muscles to tense rigid and spasm. She collapsed to her hands and knees as she tried to catch her breath. Again Carlo pressed the button and Emily tensed once more as she cried out from the pain of the bursts of energy the collar released through her body.

She will not fight you any more Carlo said to the two men. "Will you my dearest?" he asked Emily with a grin on his face. "No" she gasped "I won't, please don't do that to me again." Fasten her to the X and I will make the introductions.

The two men lifted Emily upon the wooden structure and tied her ankles and wrists to the loops fastened at the top and bottom of the X. The lower section of the device had small pedestals on each side wide enough for her feet to rest on as she was secured there. The rope ties that bound her were course and dug into her soft flesh. The harder she pulled against them the tighter the binds got.

I am Carlo as you already know, this is Daniel and John he pointed to the two men. Our client is behind the glass window watching. Emily had not noticed the mirrored glass window opposite her when she had entered small white room. Below the mirrored window were two glass lenses mounted to the wall, one red and one green.

Carlo explained that our client has chosen to remain unseen and silent but will communicate by illuminating the green lens for yes and the red for no, green for pleasure, red for pain, green for begin, red for stop. It's a simple system but effective. Are you ready to begin he asked looking at the mirror. The green light flashed on then off.

Carlo turned his attention to Emily. He instructed Daniel and John to bring in his tools. The two men disappeared out the door. Carlo eyed Emily and began to speak, "Her tits are large and soft. She has large pink nipples, I will enjoy working with them later. She shaves her pussy, her lips are thick and meaty." Then he reached his right hand between her thighs and spread her outer lips apart revealing the soft pink inner flesh of her cunt.

"Can you see well enough?" he asked looking at the mirror. The light flashed green in response. Emily turned and twisted her legs as best she could to prevent Carlo from touching her. She began to scream and tears poured down her cheeks. "Stop Carlo, please let me go" she sobbed through her tears.

Carlo grasped her right breast in his hand and squeezed her meaty tit. "Her tits are soft and squishy!" He slapped her tit back and forth with his hand. "They sag a bit but they jiggle very well, perhaps I can use that later if it is something you like." he announced to the mirror. "Her nipples are very long.", he pulled one taught and Emily winced. He twisted the nubby flesh with his fore finger and thumb and she gasped out loud. "They are sensitive too, don't you agree?" the light flashed green again.

The door swung open and John and Daniel pushed in a wheeled table that resembled a surgical cart. Carlo position the cart beside Emily and removed the cloth covering to expose tools. Emily reacted with horror. She pulled and jerked her legs and arms against the ropes binding her. Loudly screaming as she bucked her hips and torso against the wooden beam trying to free herself. 

Carlo stepped back and pressed the button three times send jolts of electricity through Emily. Her spasms were intense as her body jerked rigid and fell limp with each jolt. Three more times he pressed the button. Sweat poured from her forehead and a slight trail of saliva was present in the corner of her mouth as she fought against the current coursing through her flesh. "Stop resisting me or I will shock you again." he said to Emily

The red light flashed on and off. Carlo stopped and spoke toward the mirror. It looks worse than it really is, she will recover quickly. Her will is very strong and I must tame it if I am to get to the scenarios you want. The red light flashed again. "Do you wish for me to continue with another method?" Carlo asked. The light flashed green in response. "Very well." said Carlo as he looked over the tools on his cart.

Carlo picked up a large vibrator from the table with a round bulbous end. He applied a squirt of lubricant to the tool and turned it on. The tool created a powerful hum from its motor. Carlo pressed the bulbous head of the tool against Emily's pussy lips. The limp woman began to moan and shift her torso and hips in response to the vibrations on her hairless cunt. Carlo worked the slippery head of the vibrator up and down her smooth slit pausing over her clit then moving on again.

Emily was coming out of the stupor induced from the shock collar and began moaning in response to the tool on her smooth shaved pussy lips. She unwillingly began to move her hips up and down in response to the stimulation. Her mind was still swimming from the shocks but her pussy was well aware of the new sensation it was feeling. Her low moans turned into louder, deeper groans and Emily pressed her cunt downward against Carlo's vibrating tool.

"Put clamps on her nipples." instructed Carlo to John and Daniel. The two men each took a metal clamp off the cart, before they attached the chrome clamps they both took one of Emily's tits in their mouths. John and Daniel suckled on her soft melons squeezing them as they did. Each of the men licked and sucked Emily's long pink nipples making them stiffen erect in response to their tongues running over them. At last the clamps were placed on her long swollen nipples and the effect was immediate. Emily snapped out of her daze as the metal clamps locked onto her sensitive nubs.




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"Oh Shit!" she cried out as she snapped back alert and aware of the stimulation on her cunt and the pain shooting through her tits. Carlo pulled gently on the long chrome chain that connected the pair of nipple clamps as he dug the vibrator deeper into the fleshy folds of Emily's cunt. Emily tried to lean forward as Carlo pulled the chain but her bound wrists would not let her do so. "Ohhhhhhhhhh my tits!", she moaned out as her nipples stretched out further and further lifting her sagging jugs upward as they did. 

"Attach a weight to the chain!" barked Carlo at Daniel. Daniel did as instructed and added a chrome weight to the chain. Carlo released the chain and it and the small eight ounce weight fell below Emily's tits jerking her erect pink nipples straight down as it did. "Ohhhhhh! SHIT!" she cried out again in response.

With both his hands free again Carlo went to work on Emily's pussy. He placed an attachment over the vibrators head. It had a thick bristled protrusion to insert into her twat and a wide bristled base to massage her clit and lips. He pressed the head of the tool against the wet lips of Emily's gash and slid its length inward separating her meaty lips as it entered her quivering hole. The head of the tool sunk home deep in her twat and the base covered her clit. "Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr" the sound filled the room as Carlo cut the motor on the vibrator and it came to life inside Emily. She gasped as the mechanical penis filled her pussy with powerful sensations.

"Oh Carlo! Oh Carlo!" she said over and over again as the building orgasm crested in her thighs and exploded over her clit and pussy. Again and again she felt her orgasms build and explode as Carlo worked the tool back and forth then in and out of her soaking wet cunt. The sensation of her nipples stretching only heightened the intensity of her ongoing bursts of ecstasy.

Carlo looked back over his shoulder at the mirrored window. "Shall I stuff her ass full also?" He asked. The green light responded a "Yes" from the client. Carlo turned off the vibrator and Emily's knees buckled. Only her bound wrists supported her body. Carlo selected several butt plugs from the cart and held them up to the window one at a time. A medium rubber plug, then a small one with stacked circular beads, when Carlo presented a large wide one with round nubby metal protrusions all along its length the light flashed green.

Excellent choice Carlo said as he turned to Emily with the devious looking plug for her ass. He sprayed lubricant on the metal butt plug and positioned it at the puckered pink entrance to Emily's rectum. Carlo tugged sharply on the nipple clamps as he forced the plug up Emily's ass. "Fuck!" cried out Emily, "Stop! My God take it out! Take it out!" Carlo rammed the plug home seating its full length up her asshole. Emily squirmed and twisted in response to the plug now securely up her ass.

With the plug in place Carlo resumed working on her pussy with the vibrator. The sensation was more extreme than Emily had ever thought was possible. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as the orgasms resumed building again. Her ass burned from the foreign object lodged inside it. She had never before let any man use her ass for his pleasure. Her once virgin asshole was now stretched from the plugs width and depth stuffed up her. Her nipples ached from the constant biting pressure of the clamps and her fucking pussy was about to explode off her groin as Carlo worked his tool over and inside her throbbing pussy hole. 

Emily howled out a long guttural scream followed by a constantly building groan as her orgasms popped one after another. Never in her life had she been sexually stimulated to these heights. Her orgasms actually hurt they were so powerful. A stream of fluid jetted out from deep inside her cunt with each orgasm. Again and again she squirted her vaginal ejaculate out from her hole. The spray covered the inside of her soft thighs and ran down to her knees, dripping to form a puddle on the floor under the wooden X.

Emily could see herself reflected in the mirrored window. Her body shook and jerked under the spasms of her orgasms. Her large tits bounced and shook as she pulled against the ropes binding her wrists. The weighted chain stretching her nipples even further each time her tits would bounce up and fall back down. Her pale thighs were shiny from the fluids her body secreted in response to Carlo and his skillful use of his vibrator.

Facing the mirrored window once more Carlo asked the client, "Are you ready to see the table now?" The green light flashed on and off. "How many men shall partake in the scenario?" asked Carlo. The green light flashed on and off three times. "That does seem like a natural number to me." he said as he put down the vibrator and began to remove the plug from Emily's ass. "This may be uncomfortable." he said as he jerked the metal device from inside her asshole. Emily cried out loud "Fuck!" It hurt but yet she was relieved to have her asshole emptied again. Carlo loosened the nipple clamps and placed them back on the cart with the other tools.

"John, Daniel fetch Edward and prepare yourselves to perform on the table." said Carlo. The pair of men left the room without saying a word. Carlo loosened the ropes that bound Emily by her ankles. Before he loosened her wrists also he asked if she would be a good girl or would he need to shock her first. Emily looked a Carlo and promised she would comply without a fight. "Her will to fight has been broken." Carlos announced to the mirror. "She will perform as instructed now."

Carlo walked Emily to the large wooden table where he told her to climb onto it and lay face up. Emily did as instructed. Her body was too sore to fight back and she knew that to refuse meant more vicious shocks from the collar around her neck. As she lay down Carlo bound her wrists and ankles again to the loops in the corners of the table.

The door to the room opened and three naked men entered John, Daniel, and Edward. John was a tall man with dark hair and eyes. His muscular frame looked like that of a man who worked outdoors with his hands. Daniel was a lean man of average height. Daniel had blonde hair and blue eyes. Edward was a black man with a build that resembled that of an athlete. His large thighs and shoulders gave him a sprinters look. What all three men had in common was the length of their cocks, each man had a penis that hung between their thighs.

Carlo looked toward the mirror. "Do you approve of theses selections he asked?" The green light flashed on and off three times. "Do you have a preference of what order they take her?" The red light flashed on and off. Perhaps we should let them all get to know Emily at once, Carlo asked. The green light flashed on and off. "So be it!" exclaimed Carlo.

Emily strained to the left and right to see the men who had entered but it was useless, Carlo had her strapped down tight. The three men eagerly approached the bound woman. Their long cocks swung between their legs as they took up positions around the table. Carlo released the ropes around the corner of the table that held Emily's legs.

He worked his way to the foot of the table and twisted some hardware fastened at the frame. Suddenly the bottom third of the table folded down exposing two metal holes bored into the floor. Carlo retrieved from under the table a pair of stirrups as placed them into the holes in the floor. In her new position he instructed her to place her feet into the stirrups, raise her knees and open her legs wide like she was visiting the gynecologist. Emily's legs shook with fear as she silently complied.

Emily was now able to move and she looked about to see the men surrounding her. Each man was pulling at his cock. They slowly stroked their meat as they eyed her body. 'You are a perfect fit for the device my dear." chuckled Carlo as he strapped her ankles down into the stirrups

"She has a nice ass." said Daniel. "I like her big tits." said Edward. "I bet that pussy is soft and deep." said John. Emily felt like a piece of meat as the men discussed her openly. "I'm gonna fuck her first!" said John. "I want her next!" said Edward. "It is good I am last, she will be worthless to you when I am done with her cunt." Daniel bragged as he tugged on his monstrous dick.

Carlo took a cane off the wall and began to trace it along Emily's body. Down her tits, over and around her soft belly, and down the length of her thighs and calves. Turning to the three men Carlo instructed them what to do next. "Fuck her like the dogs you are. Have no mercy on her. The client wants to see the shit fucked out of her and that is what you shall do. Her pussy is already wet so begin now."

John jumped into the gap between Emily's legs and pressed his stiff cock against the woman's shaved slit. Emily bucked her hips as John prepared to enter her but tied down with her legs spread in this position she could not stop him from sliding his cock up her dripping cunt. John spread her slippery lips with the head of his long dick and shoved his cock into her pink hole with such force he bottomed out in her. 

In one brutal push Emily had taken his eight inch cock all the way to its base. She grunted loudly and pulled against the restraints as he filled her pussy with his meat. John hammered her pussy relentlessly with massive strokes. His groin slapped into her hips with a popping noise that filled the room with echoes.

Carlo commanded the two waiting men to suckle on her tits while they waited their turn. Edward and Daniel took up positions on either side of the bound Emily and buried their faces into the soft mounds of flesh on her chest. Her nipples disappeared into the men's mouths as they sucked and chewed on her long pink nubs.

John's fat cock was stretching Emily's pussy so wide it was painful and yet the pain caused her sensitive clit to pop into overdrive. She wanted to scream out as she neared orgasm but was afraid Carlo would shock her again. So she endured the rough fucking as tears pooled up in her eyes. John's fat cock was bringing her to orgasm after orgasm when thankfully he was reached his limits. His meat began to throb inside her as she could feel his cock swell then burst forth its seed. John dumped an impressive load of cum into her snatch as he pulled his dick out of her cunt his sperm ran out and down her slit in a stream.

Without hesitation Edward took up his position at the stirrups. Emily lifted her head and could see the black man's tool was not a wide as Johns had been but it must be eleven inches long! John took Edwards place on her left breast and the sucking and slurping of her soft floppy tits resumed. Her nipples hurt from the clamps and the sucking and chewing made them burn like fire. She desperately want to rub them as they burned so bad.

Without a word Edward slide his long cock into the dripping gash John had vacated just seconds ago. Emily felt Edward slide his meat into her fuck hole and prepared for another round of pain. Edward pushed his dick in slowly and steadily. Emily panted as her cunt filled again with meat. "My God", thought Emily, "How long is his cock?" "When will he stop entering me? " Edward continued pressing forward with his hips sliding in more of his dark black meat. 

Emily felt her cervix stretching against the bottom of her womb as the head of Edwards cock pushed into areas of her vagina that had never been explored. Finally when she thought her pussy would rupture Edward was all the way into her. Then like cutting on a machine Edward began to pump her pussy. His long, hard rhythmic stokes were like a precision machine slamming her cunt full of dick. The sensation was overwhelming her as Edward got faster and harder with each successive stroke.

Emily was pushed past the limits of her sexual senses after Edward had been inside her pussy for what seemed forever. Her tits hurt so badly she fully expected to see her nipples were bleeding when the men traded places again. Edwards's rhythm had turned into a furious pace by now and Emily was at the breaking point. She howled as her orgasms came rapidly and successively, she had hardly stopped shaking from one when another built an exploded over her body. 

Emily had always enjoyed sex before today. She had used sex as a recreation sport in high school, a way to catch a wealthy husband in college, and recently as a way to entertain herself during the boring days in the life of a rich spoiled wife, but never had she imagined sex could be used as a torture. Today though she had experienced her body revolt from its intense sexual sensations as her body passed from pain to pleasure and back again to pain. 

Finally Edward too reached his limit with an equally impressive discharge. His massive shot of sperm erupted from his meat with such force it filled Emily and oozed out her cunt and around his cock before he had stopped pumping her. When he withdrew his long cock from Emily's cunt instead of her pussy lips sealing together they gaped like a wound. Standing at her pussy you could she past her open lips to her pink entrance.

Carlo instructed Daniel to take his place at the stirrups and display his cock to the mirrored window. Carlo instructed them to leave her tits alone. Daniel will perform now and the client should have an unobstructed view. Carlo explained to the mirrored glass that Daniel's cock has been surgically enhanced. Pointing with his cane to Daniels cock Carlo began, "Daniel is a full thirteen inches in length. His tool is two and a half inches in diameter, which is slightly larger than an American beer bottle. The head of his cock has silicone implants which expand it to two and three quarter inches in diameter at its widest point. Most women find Daniels cock to be... uncomfortable so to speak. I am sure Miss Emily will also find him difficult to accommodate. "Are you ready to proceed?" he asked. Several seconds passed and then the green light flashed on and off.

Carlo turned to face the exhausted Emily who lay bound to the table and the stirrups. "Daniel, she is all yours." Carlo said as he moved to clear the view between the mirrored window and Emily. Daniel positioned himself between Emily's legs. She was still panting and recovering from the two previous brutal fucks. "Hello Emily." said Daniel and then lifted his enormous meat and plopped it on her belly. Emily lifted her head to see the next man in line to fuck her. When Daniel lay his semi rigid meat on her tummy she groaned and lay her head back on the table. She knew this was not going to be pleasant. To her Daniel's cock looked as large as a fence post and he was going to stuff it up her pussy.

Daniel lifted his meat from her belly and began pulling it with both his hands. Each stroke pulled more blood into his hefty rod making it more rigid as he worked its length. "Emily, we are going to be such good friends. I am looking so forward to fucking you. I believe you will enjoy it too." Daniel said sarcastically. Daniel took his cock and pressed it against her lips. Emily began to softly cry in anticipation as he pressed his ridiculously large cock into her snatch.

Emily's lips parted as Daniel pressed the head of his cock into the entrance of her passage. It would not fit on his first attempt, or his second, or third. Daniel grasped his meat behind its wide head and pushed with his hands and his hips and forced his cock into her dripping hole. Emily let out a deep painful moan as she felt like a virgin again when Daniel ripped into her. Carlo commented to the mirrored window, "It is much like fitting a cork back into a wine bottle."

Once the head was inside her cunt Daniel used his hand to press more inches of his long shaft into her over stretched pussy. Emily bucked her hips and begged the brute to stop but he just continued to push his cock into her. He placed both his hands on her thighs which were raised in the stirrups and drove more of his cock into her with his thrusting hips. Emily's bound hands and feet jerked against their restraints as she twisted her body in vain to stop Daniel.

Little by little Daniel worked more of his cock into Emily's gash while she moaned and hollered in protest. Pushing and thrusting his swollen cock paid its dividend as finally he was completely inside her pussy. Now that Emily was stretched over his massive tool the fucking could begin. Daniel started to pump his tool into her like a fleshy piston. She was stretched around him so tightly that the pink inner lips surrounding her hole gripped his shaft and pulled out past her slit as he drew his cock outward and then stuffed it back into her. 

Emily clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as her pussy was assaulted. Daniel stroked his Frankenstein like cock into her faster and faster. There would be no orgasm from Emily this time. The pain in her pussy was overwhelming her sexual senses. There was only pain in her cunt, no pleasure except for Daniels as her drove into her tight pussy forcefully.

Emily's head collapsed back on the flat table and her tits flopped about. Her flabby little belly rippled and her thighs shook as Daniel slammed into her like a pile driver. From her throat a low constant painful groan filled the small white room. Daniel moved his grip from her thighs to her waist and he pulled her torso backward against his pumping strokes. His cock began to throb and swell with its impending release. Daniels scrotum slapped against Emily's ass faster still as he stood on his toes to drive up her as hard as he could. 

"Uhhhhhhnnnnnn!" he groaned out as his cock unloaded. His seed exploded out of his balls two, three, four, ejaculations filled Emily! Wasted, Daniel slid his once rigid cock out of her pussy leaving a gaping hole in its place. A large wad of semen oozed out of her open gash and down the crack of Emily's ass. She lay motionless in the stirrups as Carlo untied her bounds. "Quickly, move her to the horse and bind her!' commanded Carlo of John and Edward.

The two men lifted her and carried her to the padded horse. Laying her belly across the padded crossbar they quickly bound her wrists and ankles to iron loops on the legs of the heavy saw horse. The exhausted Emily was secured fast to the implement. Carlo looked at the mirrored window and said out loud "William, she is waiting for you now." After a few seconds Emily's husband, William, appeared in the room. Dazed, but recognizing her husband, Emily looked upward from her awkward position and cried, "Why William? Why have you done this too me?"

Carlo, standing off to the side of Emily, stroked the cane in his hand across her buttocks leaving a bright pink stripe. "William hired me because you are a cheating little whore." said Carlo. He swatted her ass again. Emily yelped in pain each cruel stroke of the cane. "That's right baby. I suspected you were fucking the gardener while I was busy earning you a soft living." said William as he began to undress. "Carlo provided me with video proof and offered me this service." he continued. "I just could not resist the thought of what he had to offer. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I have." he said as he pulled on his cock and balls.

Emily sobbed, "I am so sorry Will. Please forgive me, I'm begging you please forgive me!" Her plea was answered by three more blistering swats from Carlos cane. As William took up a position behind Emily's plump ass he told her that the divorce papers would be sent by courier to her mother's house. William stood behind his cheating spouse and pressed his cock up her wrinkled pink asshole. William began pumping his meat up her rectum and slapping her plump cheeks as he enjoyed his ride into her butt hole. Emily cried and sobbed as William took his revenge by stuffing her ass full once more today.




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William looked at Carlo as he was fucking his wife's ass. "Why don't you fill her mouth up with your cock Carlo? All that crying is getting annoying!" said William. Carlo answered, "William you are too generous. I don't mind if I do." Carlo dropped his pants and pushed his rigid cock into Emily's face. The two men pleasantly discussed business and investments as they angrily pumped their cocks into Emily. William paused to give his final instructions, "When we have both busted a nut in her don't hurt her anymore, just dump her naked ass off at her mother's house." Both men grunted and pumped their cocks into Emily again as William enjoyed his revenge.

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Without delay, he starts pounding into her; to Lisa's extreme horror she starts moaning in rapture. She is instantly overwhelmed by how utterly fantastic his cock feels ramming into her, over and over and over.

"Oh shit ... fuck me Sam ... fuck me harder ... hurt me, please hurt me!" She screams as her body metes out the final betrayal, and she cums; hard.

Lisa's mind deserts her; her body is a trembling mass; tingling, electric, quivering, thrashing, screaming. As she returns to some semblance of reality she feels Sam still pounding into her, his balls slapping noisily against her ass. Lisa knows she isn't staying long as she feels herself being drawn once again to that completely sensual realm of orgasmic ecstasy.

When her mind returns the second time, it's just in time to hear Sam groan mightily as he gives one last terrific thrust into Lisa's body. His hot cum fills her womb and a terrible thought occurs to her; what if I get pregnant? She forgets for the moment that she is on the pill; or was, that is, until she showed up in the weird white world that seems to have become her prison.

Sam collapses on Lisa's body; he rests after his own orgasm, but he does not withdraw his cock from the embrace of Lisa's warm pussy. In fact, after a short while, he starts pumping into her pussy again, albeit, not as ferociously as before. And Lisa loves it; much to her horror and self disgust.

As Sam thrusts into her, she responds by bucking underneath him.

"Fuck me Sam ... do it ... fuck me, make it hurt Sam .... FUCK ME!" She screams in her passion.

Sam dutifully complies and soon he is slamming into her with the same intensity as he had moments before. Lisa cums three more times before Sam shoots another hot load of spunk into her burning cunt.

This time when Sam collapses next to Lisa, he falls swiftly into a deep slumber; Lisa too is rendered unconscious by the wild incredible fucking.

When she awakes, she is alone - in an empty white room. She is lying on a soft white pallet against a bare white wall. It takes her a moment orient; but then she remembers the terror of awaking (only the day before?) in the empty room with the mysterious boxes and Sam, and, oh my fucking gawd, she thinks, the sex!

"Sam?" Lisa says; but she knows it is futile. One glance around the white room makes it clear he is not there. 

She begins to sob. Wrapping her arms around herself, squeezing herself in desperation; in despair, Lisa weeps herself back to sleep.

The next time she wakes she is not so disoriented. She knows where she is; though still not why, or how. 

She gets up and she needs to pee. She walks around the small room and decides she'll just have to pee in the far corner -- perhaps it will disappear like the spilled water did. As Lisa turns toward the corner, she sees another round pedestal located in the same place the tooth brushing basin had appeared. But this one is shorter; just the right height to sit on. She goes over to it and is not surprised to see it has a bowl with water.

"Yep. I figured you'd give me a toilet when I needed it." She says as she looks up and all around room; not knowing if there is anyone there to hear her, or not. Are they watching me, she wonders. If they are, they have to be perverts!

She uses the device and is pleasantly surprised to find it has a marvelous auto-cleaning process that sprays her nether region with warm water, followed by warm air to dry her. When she stands and looks back to see how the amazing toilet has performed the cleansing, it is gone.

However, the white box has returned -- it sits on her sleeping platform just as it had the day before. Day? Had it been a full day? Lisa realizes there was no way to be sure of how much time has lapsed, but she resolves to try to keep track by counting 'sleep cycles.' She recalls, from some TV documentary she'd seen long ago, that human rhythms are a couple hours off from the clock each day. She just doesn't remember if it is two hours less, or more. But it is the best she can think of. So, she concludes that she is on day two of her imprisonment.

Lisa eats and drinks and brushes her teeth; then, everything disappears as before. Her meal tastes like fish; she hates fish. In time, she will come to realize that fish is never to be on the menu again and she will wonder how in hell they know.

After eating, there is nothing else for her to do in her empty room, so she lies down on her bed and closes her eyes. Her mind tries desperately to wrap itself around what is happening to her. There must be some way to connect with the others; to work together to find a way out of this ... this hell! She is thinking to herself when she hears someone speak.

"Hi there." A gruff voice announces.

Lisa sits bolt upright.

"Sam?!" But she realizes immediately that the big black burly looking guy -- obviously a weight lifter -- is clearly not Sam. Of course, he is naked; and of course, he is sporting a raging hard-on.

"Aw man ... you're fuckin' gorgeous ... the best lookin' cunt yet." He proclaims as he heads toward her.

Lisa leaps from her bed and tries to run from him, but there is nowhere to run to in the tiny room. It doesn't take much for him to grab her by the wrist and drag her kicking and screaming to the bed. She tries beating him with her free fist; he doesn't even notice.

He makes no pretense of having any feelings for Lisa other than pure animal lust. He forces her legs apart and swiftly presses his cock between the folds of her vagina. Before he rams into her pussy, Lisa braces herself for the pain she knows is coming because there is no way she'll be lubricated. 

But she is wrong. She is wet; extremely wet and the brute's massive black cock sinks into her effortlessly and painlessly. He pauses a moment once he is buried as deep as he can go.

"Oh baby ... you're gonna fuckin' love this." He tells her; and he is right.

As he begins to slam into Lisa's accommodating cunt, she wraps her legs around his back and digs her nails into his back. She has never had a black man before, never even considered it; but now, it makes to difference to her. His cock, threatening to split her cunt in two, feels fantastic.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah ... that's it you fucker ... hurt me ... more more ... make it hurt you cock sucker!" She screams in her delirium.

Lisa loses track of the number of times she cums. When Mr. Brute finally fills her burning cunt with his thick white load, he -- like Sam the day before -- rolls off her and dozes. But this time, Lisa does not sleep. True, she is exhausted, but she is also extremely thirsty. Lisa looks around the room and she notices another round featureless pedestal -- this time with a familiar water canister atop it.

She gets up and has a long drink, then turns back to the bed where Mr. Brute still snores away. His cock, no loner erect, is still huge and she suddenly has the strongest urge. Acting on her compulsion, she kneels between his legs and takes the massive thing, still covered with cum, into her mouth. She wraps her fingers around it and starts pumping it while she sucks voraciously. It doesn't take long for Mr. Brute to stir and begin to moan. Lisa loves the feel of his cock as it grows inside her mouth; it hardens while her head bobs up and down on the thick shaft.

I'm turning into a slut. Lisa thinks, as she continues to suck the Brute's cock. 

But she doesn't care. She climbs atop him and inserts his stiff meat inside her eager yearning hole. Lisa closes her eyes and slides slowly down his long shaft. Big meaty hands squeeze her breasts and twist her nipples painfully. She is in heaven, even though two days ago, had someone suggested she would enjoy, nay adore, being treated like a whore, chattel, a wanton slut; she would have gladly beaten such accusers bloody. 

What is happening to me? She ponders briefly as she rides the large black cock stuffed into her smoldering cunt. Then Mr. Brute starts thrusting upward savagely into her slippery tunnel and her mind soars in one long continuous orgasm that does not end until the guy is finished using her. 

When she recovers, she finds cum running down her legs. Lisa scoops as much as she can off her thighs and brings it to her lips; she licks it off her fingers hungrily. She has never allowed anyone to come in her mouth in the past; fearing the disgusting stuff would taste ... well ... disgusting. But as she licks and sucks her fingers to get every last drop, it is ambrosia to her.

Mr. Brute is snoring again and Lisa suddenly feels utterly exhausted herself; completely depleted, she lies down and drifts off to sleep next to her latest lover.

Lisa awakes in the empty white room; again. She gets up and follows the same routine of using the toilet, eating, brushing and waiting for the next guy to show up to have his way with her. She is wet already with anticipation; which really scares the shit out of her.

"What am I becoming in here?" She says out loud. "It's only been three days and I've become completely depraved!" 

She puts her hands over her face and starts to cry.

"Are you OK?" 

She turns and sees another naked man in her room. This one is the epitome of tall, dark, and utterly gorgeous; like the others, his cock is as stiff as a board.

"I guess you're here to fuck me." She says, resigned to her fate; but inexplicably, also eager for it.

"No, not really." He replies.

"You're kidding! You're not here to screw my brains out?" She says; incredulous.

"Not unless you want to ... I would never force myself on a woman." He admits. "Why were you crying just then?"

"Oh ... its nothing, really." She begins. "Its just that a few days ago I was apparently abducted and somehow ended up this utterly weird ... uh, prison, I guess is the best term for it."

"Same here ... though I've been here a lot longer."

"Then guys start appearing out of nowhere with nothing but sex on their minds and they force me to fuck them until I'm senseless. And do you want to know what is the absolute worst part; the scariest part, the most horrifying part?"

"Ah ... what?"

"I love it; I adore it ... I crave it! Even the guy yesterday who treated me no better than a plastic blow up sex doll ... I couldn't get enough!" 

Lisa begins to weep again.

"I think it's the water ... or maybe the food." He says. "I don't think it's your fault.

She stops crying long enough to speak again. "What d'ya mean?"

"I think they put some drug or chemical in the water, or food, to make us want to have sex." He says. "I've been walking around with an erection for ... I don't know, months, I guess. That's not like me. I like to think of myself as civilized -- like I said earlier, I would never force a woman to have sex with me. Yet, I've never been with a woman here who ultimately didn't want to engage in love making. In fact, quite a few have forced themselves on me."

"You're kidding." She says.

"No, really."

"A hard-on for months?"

"Well, not when I'm alone in my own cube. But as soon as I am transported to another woman's cube each day, it pops up ... like it's got a mind of its own." He says with a little chuckle. "Oh, by the way, I'm James."

"Lisa." She says. 

They shake hands and it's really weird; Lisa has never shaken hands before with anyone who had an eight inch cock pointing at her hairless pussy.

"So James, you think we're being drugged."

"Has to be; I mean, have you thought about the technology here? Maybe not, you've only been here a couple days; but it has to be hundreds, if not thousands, of years ahead of anything humans have." He says. "I mean the food box appearing out of nowhere, water draining from a sink without a drain, water jars that refill instantly ... really, its not human technology." 

"Human?"

"Yeah ... there's really no other logical explanation. It has to be an alien civilization that's running this set up.

"Aliens? Little green ... oh fuck!" She says; it suddenly dawns on her that he must be right.

"So what happens if we don't, ah, 'make love' as you said?"

"I have to correct what I just said -- there were actually two women I didn't make love to; out of, I don't know, seventy-five ... a hundred, maybe. Those two, we talked for hours, they cried, they ranted, they pleaded to be let go, whatever; but we eventually fell asleep. I woke up back in my cube, found my food and then in a blink, I'm in another woman's cube. I presume those two women got visits the next day from other guys ... seems to work like that here."

"You've been here for months?" She asks.

"At least."

"And screwed a hundred women?"

"Made love ... roughly a hundred."

"What is this place? Why are we here? What the fuck is going on?" She pleads for answers.

"I don't really know, for sure. But I suspect we're being studied ... like, maybe, in a zoo back home."

"Holy shit! How long do you think they'll keep us here?" Lisa asks; fear building rapidly.

"How long do we keep chimps in cages to study their behavior before we release them?" He asks.

"Until they die?" Her own answer makes her blood run cold.

"Exactly."

"Oh gawd ... I'm so frightened." She says shuddering; she begins to sob again.

James steps up to her, puts his arms around her, and hugs her gently. He does his best to keep his erection as far away from her body as he can while holding her in his arms.

"Its alright ... calm down ... don't cry." He whispers; kissing away her tears.

Lisa looks up into his face through bleary eyes; he looks all fuzzy to her. 

"I have this overwhelming need for you to make love to me ... you must be right about drugs ... but please, I need you. But I don't want us to fall asleep after ... I want you to stay here with me ... please, will you do that for me?"

He answers by placing his lips lightly on hers; their kiss is tender and loving. As their passion builds, their tongues entwine and dance a sensual waltz inside their mouths. Then, Lisa breaks the kiss and kneels in front of James taking his long slender shaft between her loving lips. She wants to taste his cum, something she'd never liked before.

The way she sucks and moves her head back and forth on his cock while gently squeezing his balls, anyone would think her to be a thousand dollar an hour call girl. It isn't long before she receives the reward she works so hard for; his hot cum fills her mouth and the salty, slightly bitter, taste is marvelous.

"There, now you can make love to me longer without coming." She says with a sly wicked smile.

He kisses her again, tasting his own cum as her tongue invades his mouth.

"What's your favorite position?" He asks.

"I like to be on top ... I also like to fucked really hard from behind, too." She replies; shocking herself since she's never been so forthcoming with a man before. Especially a man who is a virtual stranger; though oddly she feels she knows James far better than most men she'd known in her twenty-five years.

James fulfills her wish and lies on the bed on his back. Lisa kneels between his legs and lunges slowly forward until she is able to connect with his lips and kiss him passionately again. She feels his cock pressing against her mound and her hips squirm around until the head of his cock presses firmly against her clit. Lisa whimpers with satisfaction and elation as they continue their long ardent kiss.

"Suck on my nipples, James. Please hurry, they're aching." She demands when their lips part.

He does as she bids; clearly reveling in her joy, her happiness. She almost swoons with delight as his lips tease and his teeth nip and his mouth sucks her soft flesh in; nearly devouring her.

Oh my gawd, she thinks, where has this man been all my life? Then a shiver races though her as she realizes she might well lose him soon if they can't stay awake.

As James feasts on her breasts, Lisa moves her hips until she feels his cock ready to enter her; she eases down on top of him, feeling him fill her completely. His cock is perfect; any larger and she could not take all of him inside her body, any smaller and she would not have been fulfilled.

She fucks James like her life depends on it. First, riding his gorgeous cock and screaming her delight as the pressure of her climax builds and finally erupts; her body quaking and trembling. Then, she makes him take her from behind. With her on her hands and knees, James reaches maximum penetration; and she, maximum gratification. Lisa cums over and over and begs him to fuck her harder; to make it hurt as she had begged the previous two guys. But he never hurts her, he just loves her; and she, him.

After she feels James' hot cum spurting inside her sensitive pussy, he surprises her with something she's never experienced before. James withdraws from Lisa's pussy and he gently forces her lie on her back; spreading her legs. He then licks her well fucked pussy. What surprises her is that he is licking her opening and collecting his cum as it seeps slowly from her slit. When he manages to harvest as much as his tongue can hold, he lifts his head and moves up to kiss her; letting the pungent sticky cum drip onto her lips and into her mouth. She is ecstatic. He continues doing this until there is no cum left to share.

"Oh honey, that was so nice ... I loved it!" She says and they kiss again. Then she yawns.

"Oh no!" She says in a panic. "We've got to stay awake ... I can't let you go. I just can't!"

They do their best to stay awake; but there is only so much people can do fend off sleep, and eventually, after hours of talking, and more love making, Lisa knows she cannot fight sleep much longer.

"I have an idea." She says. "I've got to sleep but what if you stay awake and then after an hour or so you wake me up. Then you can have a nap too ... maybe we can hold it off that way. What d'ya think?"

"It's worth a try." James agrees.

"If anything weird looks like its going to happen, wake me up fast. OK?"

"OK." He says and kisses her when she lays her head on the bed.

She is out like a light.

When she awakes, she is, once again, in a white room; alone. She begins to weep at once.

"Why? Why? Why?" She mumbles.

After a long while she sleeps again. The next 'day' Lisa follows the same routine, except she cries a lot more. When the next guy shows up and she sees it isn't James -- she knew it wouldn't be -- she sobs even more. The new guy takes no heed of her grief nor does he offer sympathy. He simply drags her to the bed -- Lisa offers no resistance -- and he fucks her over and over for what seems like hours. He has, by far, the most stamina of any of the men who have taken her so far. She is tearful through most of it which does not deter the creep one bit.

Eventually, she falls asleep again; remarkably, she drifts off while the creep is still slow fucking her -- somehow she manages to doze off with his cock sliding in and out of her and when she awakes ... guess where she is?

The white room; day five, and she's been had by four men - only one of which she has had any feelings for. She desperately wants James back again, but she is fairly sure she'll never see him again.

The fifth guy is kinder. He is actually really timid, though he shows up with the prerequisite hard cock. He is a slightly built man, except for his cock. It is almost as big as Mr. Brute's was; which looks really weird on such a little guy. It doesn't really matter though; she knows she has to have it. 

It's the water, she remembers; though the thought does not console her, nor abate the overwhelming since of need, the burning in her cunt, the animal lust which fills her head.

She remembers James saying some women had even attacked him, instead of the other way around. That's what happens on day five with Mr. Wimp. 

"Oh wow ... that's impressive. I can't wait to get that whopper inside me." Lisa tells him when he first shows up. She doesn't even bother to exchange names anymore.




The White Room



Lisa has given up being amazed at what a shameless whore she's become since her arrival. She can't help it; the sight of a hard cock makes her crazy with lust.

"Oh ... ah, hi." He says sheepishly.

"Well come on, let's get at it." She says as she moves toward the bed, but the guy doesn't follow her lead.

"Oh, ah, that's OK ... I can just sit here in the corner, ah, until its time to switch again."

Suddenly, she is really pissed with the guy. Lisa wonders if maybe they've upped her dose of the sex drug that they must be giving her; whatever, all she knows is she is going to have that gorgeous cock inside her, no matter what.

"Alright asshole, get over here." She shouts, surprising herself once more.

She's never been what they call a 'dom' -- yeah right ... Mistress Lisa. She'd once read about BDSM, but it never had any appeal for her ... until now.

She walks over and grabs the guy and bodily forces him over to the bed. She pushes him on his back, grabs his cock and stuffs it inside her; she proceeds to use him the same way Mr. Brute had used her on her second day. Mr. Wimp is her toy and she does what she wants with him without regard for his feelings, or his pleasure. Sure, he eventually comes inside her several times, so he must get some pleasure from that. 

After his first orgasm, she sits on his face and forces him to drink his own cum and her juices from her pussy. The second time, she makes him lick his cum from her cunt, like James so lovingly did, and she makes him give it to her on his tongue so she can enjoy the taste she's come to love.

When she tires of the Wimp, she stretches out on her bed and goes to sleep; sure enough, the next 'day' he is gone. 

She awakes and goes though her now familiar 'morning' routine. But something very strange happens on the sixth day. No one appears. No guy mysteriously shows up to fuck her; not on the sixth day. She is bored out of her mind.

For five straight 'days' men had appeared in her cell -- she'd come to think of it as a prison cell -- and they had each fucked her brains out; she had dreaded it ... and she had loved it! 

On the seventh day, again, no one; nor on the eighth.

By day ten, Lisa is frantic; talking to herself, fidgeting, masturbating constantly because her need, her desire, her lust, is not abated in the slightest. The handle of her toothbrush is the only thing besides her fingers that she can insert while trying to get off; and it is wholly inadequate to the task. She needs cock; big ones.

She does her best to count the 'days' since her last man -- Mr. Wimp -- but she has nothing with which to record even so much as hash marks on the wall. The wall is impervious to any sort of scratches. She tries her toothbrush handle, the water container, the corner of her food box; nothing makes a dent ... or a scratch.

After roughly three weeks of no visitors, and just when she is sure she is going mad, a man appears in her room.

As soon as Lisa sees him, she screams with joy; she runs and jumps on him. Wrapping her legs around his torso and slathering wet disgusting kisses all over his face, she babbles how happy she is to see someone; anyone!

"Oh honey ... where have you been ... you can't believe ... oh gawd I need you so fucking much ... put it in me ... please hurry hurry put it in me ... NOW!" Lisa begs.

Standing in the middle of the room with Lisa firmly latched around his midsection, the guy somehow manages to get his cock inside her. She screams in utter delight.

"Oh fuck YES ... YES ... that's it fuck me, fuck me!"

He backs her up against the wall and fucks her standing up until he explodes inside her.

As soon as he is done, Lisa untangles herself from him and immediately drags him to the bed. She climbs onto his still stiff cock.

Lisa screws the poor man for hours. She is insatiable, she just cannot get enough; not enough of his cock, not enough of just having another person be there with her. Twice he falls asleep and both times she sucks and strokes his cock until he wakes up, or at least gets an erection (while still asleep) so that she can have him inside her body.

The next day she isn't quite so hysterical; though she is very nervous until another guy finally appears. She is terrified they will stop coming again -- she realizes she needs them as much for the human contact as she does for her chemically induced nymphomania.

When a man finally does appear, she gives a great sigh of relief.

"Oh thank heavens." She tells him. "I ... I, ah, was afraid that, you know ... no one would show up. I'm Lisa and I am so happy to see you."

"Larry. Hi, Lisa." He says. "Ah, you know, its funny, but I've had several women tell me there are long lapses when they don't see anyone." 

"Really?" 

"I don't get it; I see a different woman everyday. It's never failed for ... ah, I don't know ... as long as I've been here; a year maybe, maybe more." Larry tells her.

While Larry is speaking, Lisa goes to him and wraps her arms around his neck. As soon as he is silent she kisses him long and hard.

"Would you like to have me now?" She asks; already knowing what his answer will be since his perpetually hard cock is pressing between her legs.

They go to the bed and have sex. He is gentle and kind; and she, she is less frantic than the day before, but still insatiable. After his first orgasm they talk until Lisa can't stand it anymore.

"Larry, I need you to take me again. Please ... this time, be rough with me." She begs.

He does his best to be forceful but being a 'dom' just isn't Larry's thing. Only when Lisa is on top and able to slam her hips down on his respectably large cock does she come close to getting what she wants. When she's exhausted poor Larry, she gives up and goes to sleep.

The next day she gets a repeat of Mr. Wimp which frustrates the shit out of her. The next two days Mr. Brute's brothers arrive -- Brute II and Brute III. Lisa is in heaven. They both use and abuse her. They fuck her until she is the one who couldn't take anymore, though, that doesn't stop either of them; it is all about their pleasure which suits Lisa just fine -- she goes to sleep both days finally satisfied, albeit, sore.

The day after Brute II, no one arrives which is just as well, since Lisa's cunt is so raw and tender that she can't even get herself off.

The following day she is alone again; that's when the tears begin to flow. She weeps for days.

For many days she keeps hoping someone will come, but they do not. Eventually, her mind starts to go. Lisa knows she's been there for many weeks, maybe even months; she's lost track of time in spite of her resolve to remember the number of days. 

She sees no hope of escape or possibility of rescue. Her grip on reality is rapidly slipping away. She is sure that if her confinement continues much longer she will surely go mad; so she concludes, in her despair, there is only one way out -- she will have to kill herself. 

The thought terrifies her. She certainly does not want to die; but the thought of spending the rest of her life as a zoo specimen is even more horrifying. She, therefore, resolves to end it; but how?

She has no implements with which she can do herself in. Perhaps her toothbrush -- she will check it out the next day when it appears again in the white box.

But alas, she discovers that the seemly hard handle bends when she tries to stab herself with it. She tries to sharpen the end by rubbing it against the wall but accomplishes nothing after hours of effort; it remains as blunt as when she started. Her only other idea for suicide is to bash her head in. Lisa considers running into the rock hard walls, but she doesn't think her cell is big enough to get up enough speed to do more than knock herself out. But, if she can do a swan drive off the top of the wash basin pedestal when it next appears, maybe then ...

After her next sleep period and her meal, the wash basin pedestal materializes right on schedule. She tries standing on the white box that contains her food and water to see if it will hold her weight; and it does. Placing the box on top of the pedestal to add a little more height, she carefully climbs up on top of the improvised structure which is about four or five feet off the floor.

Lisa thinks if she jumps up as high as she can and then does a swain dive -- just like she had as a child when her mom took her to the pool - she thinks it will be enough to break her neck; as long as she doesn't wimp out and put her hands out in front of her. 

Standing for the longest time atop the box, she trembles; trying to work up the courage necessary to escape her prison in the only way she can think of. Finally, she grits her teeth and does it.

She jumps up a couple feet, bends at the waist and goes straight down, head first, with her arms at her sides.

When her head impacts the cell floor it is like crashing into overly thickened Jello. Lisa sinks up to her shoulders; then she rebounds and pops out, as if in slow motion. She lands on her butt and sits there completely stunned. She bangs on the floor and it is rock hard; hurting her hand as she beats on it with her fists.

She pounds on the floor for what seems like hours out of shear frustration; she realizes they aren't going let her escape - not even through death.

A few days later, the men start showing up again. 

They all have sex with her, though her heart isn't really in it like it had been before. Her body is still frantic to be fucked; she still feels strong, drug induced, stirrings in her pussy. She is still very wet each time the men penetrate her. But her head just isn't in it any longer. Her body responds; she even has powerful orgasms. Some of the men get off on licking her clit and they really seem to enjoy seeing her body writhe convulsively during her orgasms; no doubt, they think she is enjoying their attentions. But Lisa is elsewhere; or at least, her mind is.

After five sleep periods and five men, they stop appearing again. 

A very long time elapses, and still, no men. One day, it occurs to her that she cannot remember the last time she had her period. Eventually, she is pretty sure her belly is swelling and she knows she is pregnant. Perhaps that is why the men stopped coming.

They know. 

They know everything and control everything; and she is sure that's what it's all about. They want her pregnant.

Time passes; her belly grows steadily. Days flow one into the other without distinction. Lisa spends her time, by all observations, sitting in the corner starring at the opposite wall; all day, every day. But in reality, Lisa lives in her mind; she invents a world to escape to and she is happy there.

One day her swollen belly tightens up -- a contraction. She has been having little ones for the longest time, but this one feels different. She has more contractions and is suddenly sure she is in labor. Her mind races; fear draws her back from her dream world for the momentous event - the birth of her first child. 

How will she deliver a baby on her own? Cut the umbilical cord? Take care of an infant? These thoughts flash through her head and her fear grows more acute. Then remarkably, and quite inexplicably, she falls asleep.

When she awakes, she is in a white room. 

Her belly is flat; there aren't even any stretch marks. After her daily meal, a man appears. He fucks her senseless.

""Shit! I hate it when I get one of these zombie bitches." He complains; though his disappointment does not preclude him from fucking Lisa for hours -- it's something in the water, no doubt.

Lisa does not cry, she does not moan, she does not respond in any way; she isn't there.

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The automatons that operate and maintain the breeding facility would be, by human standards, classified as sentient. They're intelligent -- far more so than the smartest human in all of recorded human history. They're self aware - and self replicating -- they live extremely long lives by human standards, but they eventually die and are replaced by 'offspring.' What they are not is self directing; they lack any sense of self determination. 

They are programmed. Programmed by some long absent race whose programming of the automatons is flawless; it gives the automatons no leeway, no freedom to do anything other than what they are programmed for. They know only how to run and maintain the breeding facility.

For what purpose, they know not; nor care.

They keep Lisa breading for many years until such time as the likelihood of biological errors in her offspring reaches an unacceptable threshold. At which time, she is dissolved; her constituent elements being reclaimed and incorporated into the ongoing operations of the breeding facility.

Other specimens are collected from the planet's surface to replace her and the others that become obsolete.

Perhaps the automatons could have been curious about the change in Lisa's behavior over the early years as her mind withdrew from the hideous new world she'd so unceremoniously been thrust into. At her demise, she is hardly more than a catatonic; though she maintains the ability to feed herself, but little else. There are many more like her in the facility, who, one way or another, find a way out; if only in their minds. But as long as the humans continue to breed, the automatons are happy. Their programming allows no other response; nor any intervention other than that for which they are programmed.

The automatons do not know when the project will end; it never occurs to them to wonder about such things. They will continue to execute their programs and maintain the human breeding operation until such time as their creators and masters return and give them new programming; if ever.



The White Rose



I sat there in the bar clutching my drink, trembling, partly in anger at what had pushed me to this, but even more so with nerves at what I was about to do. 

It hadn't helped that I arrived an hour early. Rather than go home first and then have to come straight back out again, I decided to come immediately after work and have a couple of drinks to bolster my courage. In fact it only seemed to make things worse because I had too much time to think about it.

What brought me here was my husband's infidelity. We had been married three years and were both in our late twenties.

I had found out about Mark's affair via a letter from the woman he had had the affair with. Her name was Cheryl. The letter said that I should know that Mark had also had other affairs, at least one before her and one more recent, that was the reason that she ended things. 

She said that she had finally wanted to "set the record straight" after he had also forced her out of her job because of the atmosphere at work - apparently the other woman was also in the same office.

I confronted Mark and he eventually confessed to a one-night stand with her but flatly denied anything else.

I was devastated and left home to stay with my friend Carol for a while.

Mark insisted that it had only been a one-night stand when he was drunk on a sales trip and that it had ended the next day. He also said that she was fired for missing her sales targets and that this was probably her revenge for being fired. 

I was furious with him but eventually I concluded that one drunken night wasn't enough to make me want to destroy our marriage so I relented and moved back-in.

I had made it clear that he was far from forgiven and that I would only go back on two conditions: Firstly that he slept in the spare room until I decided I was ready for us to try again. Secondly, I wanted it understood that I might decide to give him a taste of what it felt like by also having a fling.

It was obvious he thought I was bluffing about the last part, and to be honest he was right. Although my friend Carol, had suggested it and I thought saying it might get his attention, I really had no intention of doing anything like that.

After just a few days of me moving back-in, Mark's attitude toward me changed. Gone was the desperation to have me back and it was replaced by impatience. 

It was as though he couldn't understand why I wasn't "back to normal" and being the same loving wife I used to be.

Certainly any special attentiveness or "wooing" had dried-up before the end of the first week. I was also coming under increasing pressure to allow him back into my bed.

The result was that I didn't believe he took any of what I had said seriously and I was starting to feel that I had made a huge mistake moving back so quickly. 

I was seeing Mark through different eyes now and I didn't much like what I saw. I was even starting to seriously think about moving back out again.

The initial revenge fuck idea was Carol's. She said I needed to show him that he couldn't get away with it and to make him realise the hurt he had caused me. As time went by Carol brought the subject up again. 

I wasn't at all sold on the idea but I was starting to despair with his attitude toward me.

What finally brought things to a head was a row one Monday evening. He wanted sex and I said I wasn't ready yet. Anyway he lost it big-time and started shouting about how I was wrecking this marriage. 

How dare he? 

I told him that I still hadn't forgiven him for the affair and he snapped back at me that I was just being silly. It was only some drunken one-night stand and he had apologised for it weeks ago.

The row went on and he said a lot more hurtful things. Mark finished by saying that if I didn't "sort myself out soon" he didn't see much point in us being married.

The next day I went straight from work to Carol's place and sobbed my heart out to her. At that point, divorce was serious consideration in my mind.

Carol brought-up the subject of a revenge fuck again. "What have you got to lose?" Carol asked. 

"Not much at the moment"

"The two of you are heading for divorce anyway. This might wake him up and make him realise that he could lose you permanently."

"I need to do something."

"Look it's up to you but the worst that can happen is that you divorce anyway, and it might just work. 

In any case, at least you will know that you got your revenge on him rather than simply being his door mat."

I wasn't really in the mood to have a fling with another man but I had to agree that I didn't have much to lose. And after last night I really did want to do something to hurt him.

"OK, I'll do it"

The conversation then turned toward who I would do it with.

Eventually I came up with Tom. I didn't know the full history between Tom and Mark but I did know that they hated each other and that by sleeping with Tom I would certainly get to Mark.

I didn't know his address or number but knew where he worked because the company he worked for did business with the one Mark worked for.

The next day I called the company and managed to speak to him. Clearly I couldn't have the full conversation over the phone so I just asked if he could possibly meet me for a drink after work.

I knew that this was risky but part of me also felt I needed to reassert myself and even restore some of my own self confidence.

That's what brought me to the bar and this long wait for Tom.

Despite my wait, Tom was actually 5 minutes early. As he walked into the bar, my nerves went into overdrive.

"Can I get you another?" He asked gesturing towards my glass.

"Yes please a dry white wine please." 

"Calm down" I kept telling myself as Tom walked off to the bar. He returned a few minutes later with a drink in each hand.

"Thank you" I said taking the glass.

"It looks like you started without me" Tom said looking at the three empty wine glasses. He sat down and we exchanged pleasantries.

"I must say, I was very surprised to get your call, what prompted it? And how can I help you?"

I already knew I would have to tell him but the idea of actually sharing the details of my marriage with this man still filled me with dread.

I took a deep breath "Mark had an affair and cheated on me." I blurted-out, feeling a little tongue-tied. I paused, desperately trying not to break-down in front of him. "It was on business trip, with one of the women who used to work for him"

"What a surprise! You know it's not the first time he's done something like that."

I didn't reply to that because I knew they hated each other. There was quite a pause before either of us said anything.

"Please don't take this the wrong way Beth because I do realise this must be a tough time for you; but we barely know each other and I'm certainly not close with Mark, so why did you ask me here to tell me?" Tom asked.

I paused, this was the part I was dreading, but Tom beat me to it.

"Oh! The penny has just dropped. You want revenge don't you?" He paused and had a smug grin on his face.

He continued "Yes, I am the perfect person to use if you want to hurt Mark. That's it isn't it?"

I'd hoped it wouldn't be quite so obvious but knew it would be useless trying to deny it. I felt myself blush in embarrassment and simply nodded my head in reply.

"Of course, And apart from knowing that Mark and I don't get on, I bet you've also heard one or two rumours about me being some sort of womaniser, haven't you."

I tried to deny it but Tom just waved away my protestations.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you" I said getting up, ready to leave.

Tom put his hand on my shoulder. "Stay, please. I'm sorry Beth" he said, probably realising that he was about to blow his opportunity with me. 

I sat down 

He then tried to smooth things over by asking how I was coping. We chatted about it for a while and he even shared his story about how he knew what it was like because his former fiancé had left him for someone else.

"Is revenge really why I'm here?" Tom asked.

I simply nodded my head, in answer. "I think my last hope is to try to shock him by showing that he might lose me." I said feeling that I needed to offer some kind of an explanation.

"Fortunately I'm not in a relationship at the moment."

In all my thought about myself, I hadn't even thought about his circumstances.

"You know that if we do this, I'm going to get all sorts of grief from Mark's friends at my office"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked" I replied.

"No. I was just thinking out loud. Actually I'd quite like the chance to get even with him".

"For what?"

"Perhaps I'll tell you one day, but not now"

"OK so when would be a good time?" I asked thinking we had already agreed to do it.

Tom paused, deep in thought. "Look if we are going to do this and take-on all the grief it might bring, I think I would like a couple of things clear."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well things could easily get very messy between you and Mark and whilst I'm more than happy to help you, I don't want to be made a public scapegoat if things get rough."

"They're already rough for me"

"I guess I want to be sure that I won't suddenly find myself being accused of forcing you into this."

"I wouldn't because it's not true"

"I also think that if we are going to do this, then I for one think we should do it properly.

"What do you mean properly?"

"Well not just some lame quickie to tick the revenge box. I'm talking about a whole night where anything goes. Something to at least make it all seem worthwhile"

"OK" I replied. I hadn't really thought about the duration or mechanics of it but I had no problem with one night.

Tom paused. "Look, we both know that your husband's word doesn't mean very much but although I hardly know you, II suspect that yours does?"

"Yes" I replied nodding my head.

"Do I have yours that if we do this, there will be no future recriminations and anything goes for the night?"

"Yes" I replied slightly nervous about the "anything goes" part but also feeling oddly grateful to him for agreeing to this.

We chatted some more, then he gave me his address and mobile number and we agreed that I would arrive about 7pm the next day.

At home that night I said nothing to Mark who was being his usual self. The sad fact was that as time went by, I liked him less and less.

The next morning (a Friday), I had hoped to take the small bag with a change of clothes that I'd packed the night before while Mark was watching TV.

Unfortunately, Mark was up and around and in the end I decided it really wasn't worth the risk of facing the difficult situation with Mark if he noticed the extra bag. So I left it hidden under the bed.

I was a full of nerves all day and although I was extremely anxious about my liaison with Tom, I was also glad when I finally left work.

I got the underground from work to Carol's place for a chat and a couple of drinks. As soon as I got there I phoned home to leave Mark a message, knowing he wouldn't be home yet. I said that I wouldn't be coming home tonight because I would be getting my revenge for what he had done to me. I also said that I hoped it would help him understand what I was going through and possibly help us comes to terms with things.

I knew Mark would be angry or upset, as I was, and didn't want to speak to him until afterwards.

I did consider just staying at Carol's for the night and letting Mark just think that I had gone through with it. The only two things that stopped me were that firstly if Mark ever found out, it would prove to him that my threats meant nothing; and secondly I had given my word to Tom. He was right; my word does mean something to me.

I turned-off my mobile and Carol was under strict instructions to say that I had not been there since Tuesday and that she didn't know where I might be. 

Sure enough about 45 minutes later Mark rang to see if I was there. Carol did as I asked saying that she hadn't seen me since Tuesday and didn't know where I was. Mark obviously didn't believe her and it got a bit heated. Carol eventually told him to "fuck off" and put the phone down.

"Asshole" she said after putting the hanging-up. I thanked her for her help.

"Look he clearly didn't believe me so he might well come round here. I think you should get going soon if you want to avoid him. I can give you a lift if you want" 

Meeting Mark was the last thing I wanted but I didn't want to have to leave Carol to deal with him. "No I can't ask you to have to face Mark."

"Who's asking? Besides I can handle him."

"I owe you"

"Yes you do." Carol replied "and do you know how you're going to repay me?"

"How?"

"By fucking Tom's brains out and then coming back to give me all the juicy details."

I laughed, knowing that I would have done that anyway "OK. Are you sure you'll be alright?" I replied.

"Go! And for Christ's-sake enjoy yourself, you may as well" 

We hugged, I thanked her and she wished me good luck.

I had hoped to stay at Carol's for a while longer but the quick departure meant that I arrived at Tom's about 30 minutes early.

"Somebody's keen." Tom joked as he welcomed me in. Tom was dressed quite smartly (he'd obviously decided to make an effort). 

I was half expecting to be marched straight to the bedroom, but instead he took my bag and then suggested that we go out for a drink and something to eat first, as his treat I hadn't expected this and it was a nice surprise.

Over drinks I told him about everything that had happened. He did the right thing and just let me talk; only commenting occasionally.

We had a very pleasant meal. Tom was actually quite charming. I noticed that he had deliberately moved the conversation onto lighter things and didn't talk about what would happen later. He put me at ease and I was enjoying his company. It was just what I needed - and a very clever move on his part if he wanted me as an enthusiastic bed partner later.

Eventually we did walk back to his place and by that time I was far more receptive to spending the night with him. He even made us coffee. 

While I sat drinking mine he disappeared to tidy the bedroom, which he apparently hadn't done earlier because I arrived early.

After coffee I knew that my time had come and we moved to the bedroom. We kissed and Tom undressed me before shedding his own clothes. 

Whilst I had no way of knowing the real truth behind his rumoured list of conquests (a list I was about to join), the rumours about him being well-endowed were obviously very true. Indeed

My experience before Mark was actually quite limited; I'd only slept with three other men. 

Certainly neither Mark nor the previous three came anywhere close to what Tom had been blessed with. I was in for a new experience; that much was for sure.

When I looked up, Tom gave me a smug grin and moved down onto the bed, pulling me with him. We kissed for a while before he spoke.

"So, do I still have your word that you will do anything I want for the night?" Tom asked looking me straight in the eyes. .

"Um yes, yes you do" I said trying to sound more confident than I felt, although I wasn't entirely sure that that was exactly what I had promised him at our first meeting.

"In that case I'd like you to start by giving me a blowjob, please" Tom demanded lying back. 

I wasn't at all surprised to be doing this tonight, but what did surprise me was the manner of this request. He was clearly letting me know that he was in charge tonight. I had, in effect, just promised to be his whore for the night, and he was obviously going to make full use of me.

It really was a magnificent cock, if a cock can be magnificent, I marvelled at it, feeling it grow even larger in my hands. 

I pondered the implications of what I had just committed to and was surprised to realise that it excited me. I could feel myself get wet, both at the prospect of being fucked by something so big and by the thought of being this man's whore for the night

Up until that moment, I had been dreading this night. I now decided that Carol was right, I might as well try to enjoy it.

I leant in close to his cock, admiring it. It must have been a good 9 inches but it was so much thicker than I had ever seen. I had to open my jaws wide to take the head into my mouth.

I am no stranger to giving oral, and like I said I fully expected to have to do this at some point tonight. My only reservation about doing it is that I don't like the taste of cum. Whilst I have swallowed once or twice, I usually know when Mark is going to come and let him finish over my breasts or face. Somehow I knew tonight would be different and I would be expected to swallow it.

I couldn't get much of his cock in my mouth but what I did was obviously effective. I took my time, trying to give a good account of myself. I even backed-off when I knew he was getting close, so that I could make it last longer. 

Next time he got close though, I sped-up and he flooded my mouth with his cum. I did my best to swallow it all but some did leak-out and run down his cock. 

With my sexual reputation at stake, I licked it all up and resumed blowing him until he softened in my mouth. 

"Wow. Mark cheated on that" Tom remarked, by way of a compliment. I must admit that even I was impressed by what I had done and I felt oddly proud of myself.

After a brief kiss, I lay down next to him; Tom then rolled me onto my back so that he could return the favour. He was just as good at this particular skill as Mark, which was very good. 

I came twice before he made his way back up my body, with my legs on either side of him and I felt his cock nudging at my pussy.

"Can you put a rubber on please" I asked.

"No" he said, starting to push his cock into me. 

"Please" I pleaded.

"You promised anything. I want to feel your skin against mine and I want to send you home to Mark with my cum still inside you." 

By now, he had worked most of his cock inside me. I knew that further protests would be useless as he was clearly going to hold me to my word. In truth I was also desperate for him to fuck me.

I made mental note to visit the doctors first thing Monday for the "morning after" pill, put my arms around him, and urged him on. 

I certainly noticed the difference in size as he started to fuck me. It seemed to stretch me and put pressure in all the right places.

I was clearly going to be very well fucked tonight and the only question was whether I would be in a fit state to walk in the morning!

Over the next hour or so I was fucked in a variety of positions with me coming in just about all of them. Eventually Tom finished by giving me a very hard fuck from behind, holding my hips firmly back against his, as he shot his cum deep inside me.

We were both pretty much exhausted but Tom demanded that I "clean him up" with my mouth before we finish.

I've never sucked a cock after it has fucked me before and as you might imagine it was literally covered in our combined fluids. I was a bit daunted and it certainly had a different taste but I had agreed to "anything" so I licked and sucked it as clean as I could. Despite my fatigue I was also slightly disappointed that I didn't get him hard again.

When my head hit the pillow it didn't take me long to fall asleep but I was very wrong in thinking that that was it for the night.

About 3am I was awoken by the feeling of Tom's tongue between my legs. He had had a rest and was clearly now going to make the most of the remainder of my night with him.

It took a few minutes for me to get into it, having just woken-up but Tom kept at it until my thighs gripped his head as I came.

I was then manoeuvred me onto my knees and into doggie position; I could already tell that it was his favourite. I like it too, there is a real feeling of being "taken", especially when you are held tightly by the hips and pounded hard.