***This is a fictional erotic story written by me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. My stories fall under genres such as: “BDSM, non-con, dub-con, reluctance, & consensually non-con.” This is my fantasy, with me playing the character of the prey/sub/victim, not yours. The key word here, is fantasy. I DO NOT encourage or condone failing to obtain proper and excited consent in any real-life situation. In real life, always practice kinks with consent. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. Follow me to keep up to date on all my stories & read my bio for more fun!☺️***
I woke up, moving through my usual routine. I got cleaned up and then headed out to the shed for my morning blow job. Days didn’t seem to be complete without them. She was becoming more compliant each time, too. If she’s awake when I come in, she immediately gets on her knees and opens her mouth. Sometimes I let her wait, caning or whipping her first. Other times I immediately begin throat-fucking her. However, when she’s asleep like she is today, I just wake her up by pulling her out of her cage bed and then push my cock into her mouth.
When I walk in and see that she is sleeping, I reach in and grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her out onto the floor in front of the cage. She groggily looks up at me, trying to wake up fully and pay attention. I tap her cheeks a couple times “wake up Emma, I need to be at work soon.” She positions herself on her knees for me and welcomes my cock in her mouth. I let her do all the work, standing there watching. Her lips grip my shaft, first covering me with saliva. She begins to rub my cock with her hand, taking turns with putting each of my balls in her mouth. I groan, enjoying myself.
She puts her warm mouth back on my cock and begins using a combination of that and her hand. I push into her, matching her pace. She begins to choke and backs off my cock, taking a breath and coughing. I looked at her, disappointed. “Emma, Emma, Emma” I tsk tsk tsk at her. “We trained for this and you failed. How many times do I have to tell you that you breathe through your nose until I’ve cum?” She looked at me, tears filling her eyes but managing to be held back from falling. “You know what this means now” I told her, returning my cock to her mouth. She left her mouth open for me the remainder of the time. I came in her mouth & made her swallow it.
I cleaned myself up and put my clothes back on. “Alright, you know what to do.” I told her. She looked at me with sad eyes and begin pleading “please, my throat hurts. Don’t make me.” I kneeled down on her level, “tell me what your mouth is for.” Her gaze fell to the floor, clearly embarrassed to say it. I snapped my fingers at her, “come on Emma, I know you know the answer.” A short pause and then she said “serving cock” in a shy tone. “Exactly! Yet you put your own comfort ahead of my cock. That’s a problem. It’s like you enjoy corrective actions.”
She put her head down, crawling on her hands and knees to the mouth-fucking machine. I loved this device. I just needed to strap her in with the dildo in her mouth and then decide on a number. The number determines the amount of times her forehead must touch the button on the wall located at the end of the dildo. This is a special dildo too. It’s the exact size and shape of my cock, so her mouth is specifically trained for me. She opened her mouth and put it on the cock, waiting for me to strap her in.
I moved forward and pulled the leather straps around, then hooked them to the auto-release. When she reached the chosen number, she would be unclipped automatically. She could then use her hands to remove the straps. It saves me time from having to come back home during the day to unhook her. She only tried to hit the button with her hand once. The punishment for that gave her reason enough to not do it again. I typed in the number, feeling mean. She had been training her throat for months now, still failing in certain areas. Clearly she needed to learn the hard way.
I decided that 1,000 times would do the trick. She looked up at the number and then at me. She shook her head back and forth “noooo” she said through muffled cries. I walked behind her and helped her out by gripping her head in both hands and pushing it back and forth over and over. She had a slight red mark on her forehead but the number now read 982. I put on my shoes, watching her slowly hit the button, the cock sliding in and out of her throat. “Have a nice morning, I’ll enjoy watching from my phone” I shouted as I left to work and let her finish her task. I got in my truck and headed into work. I watched Emma sporadically throughout the morning, her finally getting to 1,000 around noon.
I finished the day and headed home, excited for the evening. Claire and I had a particularly cruel plan for the weekend. When I pulled into the driveway, I could see my wife through the window finishing up dinner. I went in and kissed Claire, thanking her for making dinner. We ate, discussing our day and then the plan for the evening. “I think we should put it in a drink” Claire told me. “That works for me” I responded. We were trying to decide how we wanted to drug her.
We put on some hot water. While the water boiled, we filled her cup with our special ingredient. The medication should keep her asleep for around 4-6 hours, giving us plenty of time. A loud whistle came through the tea pot, steam following. Claire lifted the tea from the heat, turning the stove off and filling the tea cup. I added a lot of honey, hoping to cover the taste of medication. I wanted her to find out as she was getting drowsy, see the confusion in her hazel eyes right before they shut. I walked to the shed, heading down to Emma with our special cocktail.
When I entered the room, Emma looked up at me from her cage where she was resting. “Hi Emma, how are you feeling?” I asked, pretending to care. She didn’t respond. “It’s okay, no need to answer. I know your throat probably hurts. I brought you some tea.” I made my way over to her as she crawled out of the cage to meet me. I handed her the tea, which she took happily. She begin to sip it, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the first drink that wasn’t water or alcohol in weeks. “How’s the tea?” I asked. “It’s perfect, thank you” Emma responded, finishing it quicker than expected. She looked down at the empty cup and then up at me, seemingly sad that she was already gone. I took the cup and patted her on the head, “good girl.”
Something clicked for Emma in that moment as her face went from thankful to distressed. “Why good girl?” She asked me in a panic. I grinned mischievously at her, knowing that she knew. “Did you drug me?!” She said louder. She stood up, looking around the room shaking her head. “No no,” she said running towards the entrance of her room, making an attempt at getting away. I grabbed her arm, easily pulling her back and throwing her to the floor. She looked up at me angry and confused “why did you drug me?!” I smiled at her as her eyes begin to gloss over.
She begin to panic, her head frantically moving side to side still looking for an exit she knew wasn’t there. I laughed, enjoying the show. “Please…” she begged, trailing off. “Don’t worry, you’ll be asleep soon. I’m sorry we have to do this.” Her eyes got even larger, “no please don’t kill me” she begged. “Kill her? What? That was dramatic,” I thought to myself. I just looked back at her, not responding. She would scare herself with her own thoughts more than I would with words. She stood, using the wall to hold herself up. Her hands begin to slip as she fell down the wall slumping in a pile on the floor. I walked over to her, picking up one arm and letting it fall to the ground.
I left the room, heading to grab my wife. When we returned, nothing had changed. Emma still laid limp against the wall. We walked over to her, laying her out flat on her back. My wife pulled out a small box, removing a contacts container. She twisted the green cap with the “L” revealing the first of two contacts. These weren’t regular contacts though. These would make it so Emma couldn’t see anything at all. Tiny black circles floated in saline. My wife and I looked at one another, excited. She pulled the contact out onto the tip of her finger, me holding open the left eye while she placed it on her. Once the contact set over the pupil and cornea, I let go of her lid. We repeated the same process with her right eye and then headed upstairs to grab the rest of the supplies.
We grabbed a few pieces of sod, carrying it down to her room and laying it out. Once there was enough room for her to lay on it, I picked her up and placed her on the grass. I grabbed some wrapping tape from the cabinet and walked over to Emma. Starting from her ankles, I wrapped the tape around both. I circled around her legs multiple times while Claire held her legs up. I stopped right below her ass cheeks. Restarting below her breasts, we wrapped her arms to her sides all the way down to her pelvis.
She was completely wrapped so we set up the speakers around the room. They were strategically placed to create a surround sound effect. Then we put on “outdoor” noises, duplicating the sound of being outside. Maybe in the forest or in a field. Now we waited for her to come to. It had taken us three hours to set up, put the contacts in and wrap her. She would be awake soon. We had some time though. So I moved over to my wife and picked her up. I placed her on the ground next to Emma and slid her pants off. Kneeling, I leaned into her and kissed her outer-labia, knibbling down each side. She moaned, smiling at me and enjoying the impromptu moment.
I returned to my view between her legs, appreciating her pussy. Her outer labia puffy and entirely hiding the inner labia as she became more aroused with my touch. I reach my hand up under her shirt and grip her nipple with one hand, lightly biting the inside of her leg. With my free hand, I slid two fingers inside of her now wet pussy. As I pulled them out, they were coated in a clear gloss of her juices. I brought them to my mouth, tasting her as I watched her face. I moved my breast filled hand down to her pussy, using both hands to spread her. Her swollen clit presenting itself to me, begging for sensation.
I happily complied, using my tongue to circle around her clit. I made sure to avoid touching it initially, increasing her sensitivity. I slowly begin moving in closer, lightly and intermittently flicking against her swollen clit as the circles closed. Now directly on her, I pressed in holding the front of my tongue against her while rolling the middle and back of my tongue forward and back. I could feel her clit moving under my tongue, her moans getting louder. I looked up, her eyes closed and her chest arched upward. I returned focus, wanting to make her cum on me.
She moaned out as I kept my pace, trying to avoid speeding up from excitement. Her body begin to shiver, her palms gripping the sod below her. Her thighs tightened around my head, holding me in place as she writhed under me. Her orgasm lasted for around 20 seconds, then she deflated. Her leg muscles retracted from my face, falling to the sides. Her pussy glistened as cum begin to slip out. Her eyes remained closed as she laid next to a incoherent Emma, breathing heavily. Once she had recovered, we smiled at one another and Claire got dressed.
By the time she got her pants on, we heard Emma waking up. We were sure to be quiet. Avoiding any noises that would alert her that she was still in the room. “Hello?!!!” She was screaming repeatedly, with the occasional “someone help meeee” added. She was looking around the room, confused at her blindness. “Helllo?! Is anyone there?” Silence. “Please, I need help” she yelled very loudly. Each plea getting louder and more desperate. “Where am I” she murmured, to herself. Claire enjoyed the psychological torture a lot, so I let her play with her until she was satisfied. Claire pulled out her phone, with the pre-saved recordings of voices to play. Claire had taken the time to combine the outside noises with her recordings to further the illusion.
The first recording was quiet, giving Emma the impression that people were close but not close enough to see her. The two voices were talking, when Emma screamed “over here, over here” Claire paused the recording for a second to make her think they heard her. The next recording was the trope “did you hear that” as Claire hit play again. Emma heard this too, yelling again “it’s me!!! Over hereeeeee, please help me.” The next sound played was just footsteps walking through trees and brush. The recording got increasingly louder as though the footsteps were closing in on her. “Here, here, here” Emma said frantically.
The next recording played “oh god, look at her” the woman said. The man in the audio responded “do you think it’s some sort of sex game?” Emma quickly interjected, “no, I was kidnapped! Please just untie me before they come back!” The footsteps audio came through, louder and directly next to Emma. She laid there silently, waiting for the fictitious characters to begin unraveling her from her current predicament when the woman’s voice came through “I don’t know, this seems like something that isn’t our business.” Emma begin to squirm ferociously, “untie me, god damnit” she snapped. She was clearly fed up with her not so helpful saviors. “We should go,” the man’s voice spoke. The footsteps audio returned, this time fading out.
Emma was clearly afraid and confused. Probably asking herself why they would leave her. Why they wouldn’t help her. Claire reached out, to touch her face causing Emma to flinch and scream. “Hi Emma” she said. Emma immediately begin in on asking what was going on. “Where am I? Why am I outside? Why can’t I see?” Claire focused on the last question, sitting down on the grass and lifting Emma’s head into her lap. Claire begin to pet Emma’s hair while telling her, “I’m sorry we had to do this, but your eyes weren’t of any use to us.” Her breathing became heavy as she begin to frantically cry “no, no, no.” She shook her head.
“Now you can focus fully on your role in this situation. We own you Emma. We tell you what to think. What to eat. What to say. What to do. There is no reason you need to be able to see, as we do everything for you.” Only the sound of the outdoors and Emma crying filled the room for a moment. “Thank us for doing everything for you” I said to her. Emma’s face scrunched into anger, “fuck you” she said. We were both surprised to hear this. Emma had been quite docile recently, out of fear of retribution but it seems that this retribution has had the opposite effect.
Claire held her head in place as my fist made contact with her lip. It broke open and begin to bleed slightly. Emma took it like a champ, spitting and saying “you hit like a girl.” I laughed out loud, genuinely amused at her attitude. Claire gripped her hair, pulling it hard as Emma pulled away from her struggling and groaning. The audacity of her right now was why I took her in the first place. Seeing her angry but helpless made my cock hard. Emma screamed out “someone helppppp meeee,” still believing that we were outside. “No one is coming to help you. We hid while that couple decided to leave you. Even strangers know you’re worthless” Claire taunted. Emma wiggled aggressively against the tape finding very little give.
Her pussy juices coming through the crack in between her thighs, dripping into the tape at the upper section of her legs. I slid my hand in between her thighs, the lubrication from her own body making it easy. I slipped up and touched her pussy, her legs remaining closed together making it slightly more difficult. I removed my hand, touching my pointer finger and thumb together and apart. Her juices stretched out between the two like hot, melted cheese. “You know if your pussy gets wet enough, you might be able to get all the tape off your legs” I taunted her. “The tape is already falling apart at the top because you’re so aroused right now” I told her as I pulled at the tape pieces she couldn’t see. She decided not to respond.
I pinched her nipples and grabbed her tits roughly. She tried to move away but my wife begin to choke her, holding her down in place. Once Emma weakened physically, Claire would let up. Emma begin coughing, trying to catch her breath as I continued abusing her tits. I grabbed a twig that I brought in from outside when we were moving the sod in. It was thin, but got even thinner towards the end making it malleable and more effective. I brushed this along her right breast, then snapped up and back down quickly on her left breast. She yelped out, then silenced. Lustful pain painted on her face.
I hit her breasts until they changed into a beautiful collection of dark colors. Blacks, blues, purples and reds marking various areas on her tits. When I was finished, her face was red and swollen from tears but her pussy only got more wet. She is so pretty in distress. I enjoyed looking at her, helpless and vulnerable at my feet. I groped her tits lightly, knowing that it wouldn’t take much for them to hurt. She grimaced at the touch, begging me “please, please just stop.” I leaned down, kissing her forehead. “I’m not even close to done with you. Remember, you said “fuck you,” right? Well, that’s exactly what I intend on doing. Maybe if you’re a good girl, we will let you come back inside before it gets dark.”
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