Special ops cadet part 2 [BDSM] [captivity] [food porn] [orgasm control] [reward/punishment]

(Reading part one is not really required)

Dr. Reno’s footsteps echoed across the lab. Yuna pressed herself into the far wall of the cage. The chill metal rungs indented into her face. His lab coat rustled as he walked past again and her eyes winced closed. “Breath, just breath,” her thoughts chanted. Heat radiated from every inch of her body and her face started to bead with sweat. She clutched the rungs once more and exhaled in discomfort. Dr. Reno’s footsteps halted and turned toward her.

The cage door unlatched and Yuna’s chest fluttered with quickened breath. Her balled up form took up a minuscule percentage of the large 8×7 foot cage. His creaky leather shoes approached steadily and he bent down beside her. Her heart thrashed against her chest. With a small click of his pen, her face was flooded with light. “Shhh, it’s ok,” he said calmly, and reached to move aside her hair behind her ear. The light’s angle shifted and his gloved hand pulled at her lower right eyelid, “Perfect, it’s holding this time,” he said muttering to himself. Yuna’s body shook in its feverish heat. As his hand receded, her head sunk back into its ball. “I know, don’t worry, you’ll be through this part soon.” He said gently petting the top of her head. He exited securing the latch. Papers were swiftly gathered and in a moment the lab door closed behind him. She sat in the quiet empty lab attempting to hold herself together.

The clock maker [MF] [kidnapping/drugged] [Bondage] [fuck machine] [forced orgasms]

If you want to skip right to the sex bit just go to the first comment.

“Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tic,” “Tick, tock, tick, tock.” The sounds of the numerous clocks fill the otherwise silent room. The clock maker seems to sit motionless at his work bench, ever so slowly positioning a small gear into place within the complex workings of a wrist watch. “Ding-a-ling” a bell above the shop door rings as you walked in. Unfazed but fully aware of your entrance, the clock maker saids “welcome, I will be with you in just a moment.” Just as he says this the gear falls perfectly into place. Getting up, he took off his magnifying watch repair glasses laying them on the workbench and adjusted his vest before greeting you.

Menagerie [MF] [drugged] [aliens] [cream pie] [bondage] [noncon]

You woke up one morning…not in your apartment but in someone’s else’s. You remember last night going to bed, doing all the same routines you normally do. A brief hazy flash of a dream-like memory crosses your mind but you cannot make it out. “Where am I?” You think to yourself. You look around for your phone but don’t see it. You sheepishly yell out “hello, is anyone home?” No answer. You search around the apartment; no one else here. The apartment was oddly orderly like when a house is up for sale; all the amenities there but looking not lived in and staged. “A neat freak must live here” you think. Then you notice something else odd. There are no windows anywhere, plenty of scenic paintings but no windows. To get some sense of where you are you go to open the door…and it’s locked from the outside. “What the fuck is going on?!” You feel a sense of panic you search around the apartment but fail to find any other exits. You sit in fear and desperation on the bed. After you lay in silence you hear the door open and you suddenly sit up.