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