Fucktoy Factory Part I (warning, get’s a bit dark)

“How desperate can you make a person? Like, immediately desperate. How much can you make someone want a single thing, in a single moment, so that everything else falls away? Composure, grace, dignity, eventually hope, and with it, free will.

“I’ve known some girls that can cum just from tensing some leg muscles and thinking happy thoughts. Sascha hasn’t had a happy thought in month, but even if she did, she wouldn’t be able to do that. She requires stimulation that doesn’t stop a moment after she allows herself a glimmer of hope that she might finally be free. Oh no, she has to go the hard way around.

“I’m going to be honest with you here, we put this poor thing through quite a lot. And it’s hard, you know. She’s so damn pretty, and when she looks at us with those big watery eyes, begging so hard, vowing to never want anything again, you almost want to release her. Then again, she’s prettier when she breaks down and sobs uncontrollably. I often make her tell me how much she loves the taste of her own tears on my cock, and saying that makes her weep even harder. But I digress.

“So, as I was saying, her routine is pretty rigid, but allows for creativity. Most of her time she spends either sleeping, or chained to various setups in her little ‘apartment’. We allow her to get herself clean and presentable, which she has complete privacy doing. We keep her from cheating and cumming with a pretty potent numbing cream. We found other uses for that, too. She says slowly regaining the feeling in your cunt while having it stimulated is a bit like waking up. In hell. Throughout the day, we mostly keep her from cumming with either timing or pain.

“We edge her a few hours a day at least. I have two girls living here that will go in with a bunch of plugs and vibrators, take her out to play for an hour or two at a time, while they make themselves and each other cum like crazy. They look so gorgeous doing it, I often wonder how she hasn’t cum just from watching them yet. Anyway, when I enter the room after, she is already gushing wet and quivering. She stopped crying during those sessions, but that’s nothing a bit of spanking and throat fucking can’t fix. We have a little game now where if she can make me cum with her mouth in under 15 minutes, she gets a treat. Force her legs apart wide and slide my cock in, deep and very very slowly. She won’t be able to cum from it, but if I do that a few time her legs shake so hard she just starts kicking around. And then I tie her up to accommodate whatever the activity of the day is.”

“And you want that to be me?” The question came out weaker than Hannah anticipated. Her heart was racing. She wanted to stand up and yell at this man, about the morality of it, possibly the legality. About how he can’t treat a pretty thing like that in such cruel ways. She couldn’t, as getting up would have betrayed the wet spot she already left on her chair. All there was to do now was to try her best to keep composed. She tried to put some more power into her voice. “And how would that work exactly?”

“Well,” the man she was talking to continued, “I am going to take you there and fuck you.”

She raised an eyebrow. An empty gesture, as they both already knew she would melt in his hands like warm butter at the slightest touch. And he could touch quite firmly. She pressed her legs together to try and keep from leaking.

“I’ll take you down there, pretty dress and all, and I will do all those things to you that you like. You can touch her, too, kiss her, lick her, hurt her. If you want, you can ask her what she likes, and then make her watch me do it to you. It would be kind of you not to leave marks, but honestly, don’t moderate yourself. Cut her hair off and make her call herself names if that’s what you’ll end up needing. She’s a toy. The only rule is that she can’t cum under any circumstances, and that your skin has to touch hers when you cum.

“Ideally, when you are just about to absolutely burst with pleasure, I’ll slide your sweat-soaked naked body over hers, and she will feel every muscle in your body tense as you cum all over my cock, again and again. Moan in her ear, grab her tits like you would claw into a bed sheet. It’s the closest thing to an orgasm she will ever feel. Being the mattress to it.”

Hannah snapped the hand back she was unconsciously pressing down her lap. She put it back on the table and her other hand over it, trying to look unimpressed. “What happens if I accidentally make her cum?”

“This is what the contract is for. If that happens, Hannah dear, you will take her place. And make no mistake, it took us month of training before we could use her as a piece of furniture to fuck on. So if you end up in her place, nobody will come and release you any time soon. Plus, losing almost a year of work will probably make me a bit mean about it. So that’s really not a very good idea.”

Her hands were shaking as she scrawled her name down. Two pages, two signatures, and then she dropped then pen like it was searing hot. She rubbed her writing hand, and pressed both hands down into her lap again, as if she could somehow ward off her arousal.

“Don’t worry,” the man said with a smile, “I’ll take good care of you down there.”

“What…” She swallowed a lump in her throat and started again. “What happens if it’s too intense for me down there?”

“Are you turned on right now?”

She cast her gaze down, cursing to herself inside her head.

“Well,” he continued, “this girl has been held on the brink of cumming for so long, watching her writhe and moan from just dragging your finger over one of her nipples will get you a lot more turned on than me describing her. And that’s not all you get to do.”

She slowly uncramped her hands from her lap, trying to compose herself for one last time. Slowly rising from her chair, she let herself smile, and went to make a poor girl cum.

Not wearing any underwear was probably a mistake, Hannah reflected. Her host fell beside her on the way to the elevator. She knew the way. She’d been in his dungeon before, before he apparently lost the plot and went a bit overboard with his games. Before she sold Sascha to this guy, offering her a fraction of the 50k she got, to be paid when she was fully trained. But instead of the horror she should feel, she was so wet it literally ran down her leg. She felt a hand run up her back as she pressed the elevator button, traveling in the open cut of her cute red dress, all the way to up her neck, grabbing a hand full of hair. She moaned, in spite of herself, a shiver running down her spine as he scooped up the juice from inside her thigh and ran that finger lightly over her lips, prompting her to suck. She did. She could hear people walk by in the hallway behind her, probably watching, but she didn’t care. Everyone here was a degenerate. A pervert, like herself. Fancy dresses and high brow manners to disguise the utter depravity of it all. So she moved her hips to grind her full bottom against his crotch, feeling his cock respond. She definitely should have worn panties. As the elevator announced itself with a ping, he dragged her in, still holding her hair, pressed her against the mirror there chest first, and started kissing her neck.

“Sh..shouldn’t your press a button,” she moaned.

“Right, I never could resist an intimate elevator ride. Going down.”

There was a little lurch in her stomach as the elevator started moving that for some reason made her moan again. He pulled her close, kissing her until she lost herself in it. The next time she noticed, the elevator door was already open. Adjusting her dress and silently cursing to herself for smiling like an idiot, she started down the hallway, and this dreadful feeling in her stomach that was uncomfortably close to arousal returned.

Was this all fair fun and games and she was freaking out, or was what was happening here borderline evil? She’d probably have a better time finding answers after she came her brains out and had a better look at whats going on. She didn’t need a cock inside her this bad since the last time she was here. As the heavy iron door creaked open, she could already her soft whimpering. With that voice, the memories came rushing back to her. She froze in place, unable to move, to breathe, to think beyond her own drumming, deafening heartbeat. Then she felt a tongue run up her her neck, lips suck on her earlobes, fingers gently tracing her hips.

“Do you want me?” he asked.

“Y..yes.”

Her knees started shaking, close to giving in.

“Then after you, please.”

“I can’t,” she barely managed to whisper, “you have to make me.”

She could feel his fingers gently wiggling into her hair before grabbing a hand full and pushing her inside.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a4oipg/fucktoy_factory_part_i_warning_gets_a_bit_dark