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t had been 9 months since that fateful day, though she didn't know that. She didn't know much anymore, all she cared about was the next cock shoved in her mouth.
It was a sunny afternoon in August, and Kristin was busy doing housework, when the doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting any parcels, so she cautiously opened the door. There on the ground was a small parcel, addressed to her. As she bent down to pick it up, a man who had been standing off to the side pushed her backwards, sending her sprawling to the floor. As she opened her mouth to scream out for help, he quickly forced some sort of rubber ball into it. Grabbing her wrists, he roughly pulled them behind her, tying them tightly with rope. Her hands now secured, he tied another rope around her upper arms, forcing her to push her breasts out. He then moved his attention to her legs, binding them in the same fashion as her arms. He grabbed another coil of rope and quickly pulled her into a tight hogtie. He grabbed the package from off the front step, and slammed the door, turning the key in the lock. As Kristin struggled, the man approached her. She took note of his body type and skin colour, that of a typical 30-40-year-old white man. She couldn't see his face because of the mask he wore over it, which appeared to be made of some sort of rubber. He finally spoke as he knelt down next to her, "well then, let's head into the front room and see what's in this package". With that he grabbed the rope hogtying her and carried her into the front room. As she struggled, she could feel drool starting to drip out of her mouth, and her jaw was already beginning to ache.
He set her down on the carpet and placed the box in front of her. As he opened, Kristin could see it hadn't even been properly sealed, and it had no mailing address, it was bait for the trap. Once the box was open, all she could see was some shiny black material. Her assailant started pulling out the object in the box, and it slowly took the shape of a catsuit. Kristin had never worn such an outrageous piece of clothing, and this one seemed to be made out of rubber. The man put this to one side, and pulled the next object out of the box, this object was a mystery to Kristin, as it looked almost like a sleeping bag. Whatever it was though she didn't want to find out, and she set about trying to reach a knot to undo the ropes binding her. She heard a chuckle from the man, and saw him watching her struggle, the bulge in his jeans now evident. After a couple of minutes of futile struggling she gave up once More, having exhausted herself. "You quite done their love?" The man said, as he ran his hands down her body. She trembled under his touch, wishing she'd never opened the door. He reached into the box once more and pulled out a needle, which he placed on the coffee table. "Now then, I suppose I'd better get to work" he said as he pulled a pair of scissors from his back pocket. "Keep still, and I won't hurt you" he started to cut off her top, cutting down the back first, then along both arms. He pulled the fabric away, leaving only her bra to protect her modesty. He moved on now to her jeans, which quickly followed her top's fate. Now bound in only her knickers and bra, she felt very vulnerable, how had this happened in only a few minutes? She was suddenly brought back to reality as she felt the man start cutting the straps to her bra. She tried to scream through the gag, but only a faint moan escaped as he cut the other strap, tears started to trace her cheeks. The man moved now to her final piece of clothing, and with two snips, rendered her nude. "It's always more fun to do it while you're still able to struggle, but I guess I need to move onto the next step". The man quickly gave her breasts a squeeze as he grabbed the needle off of the table and jabbed it into her neck. She felt a fuzziness begin to spread through her body, and as she tried to struggle, she found her arms didn't respond. She tried her legs, and the same thing, she couldn't even scream now. The man grabbed a nipple in his hand and twisted it hard. When no scream or grunt of pain came from Kristin, he seemed satisfied, and started undoing all the ropes that bound her. He lifted up her limp body and placed her on the couch. He turned away from her and grabbed the catsuit. Kristin could only watch as he started to carefully pull the catsuit up over her legs, smoothing out any wrinkles. As he reached her torso, he grabbed one of her arms and started feeding it into the sleeve. Kristin noticed with horror that the end of catsuit's sleeves were not open but ended in what almost looked like mittens. She wondered how she would ever get out of this catsuit if she couldn't even open the zipper. The man soon had both of her arms in the catsuit, and as he started to pull the material up to cover her chest, she noticed that there was a bunch of extra material at the front. She was turned over to allow the man to zip up the catsuit, and as he turned her back, and grabbed the excess, she realised, it was some sort of built in mask! As he went to pull it over her head, he stopped. "Silly me, you won't want this on under there" he said, as he unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it out of her mouth. He pulled the hood over her head, and suddenly she was in darkness. She could now only feel air around her mouth, as everything bar her mouth and nose was covered with latex. She felt the man push the ball back into her mouth, and buckle it once more, tighter this time. She was left there for a minute or two, before she felt herself get lifted up, and placed back on the floor. She felt her arms being guided into some things that felt sort of like sleeves, though they seemed to be made out of rubber too. Her legs were then moved and placed into some sort of bag it felt like, binding them tightly together from the ankle down. She felt material then being pulled over the rest of her body. "The sleeping bag" she suddenly thought, that's what I'm being put into. As if to confirm this thought, she heard the sound of a zipper and felt the increasing tightness of the rubber, as it was pulled taut across her legs, then stomach, and finally her chest, stopping just below her chin. She heard the man step away and heard her front door open and close.
After a short while she started to feel tingling in her extremities, and soon was struggling with all her might to escape. Despite her exertions, all she achieved was getting very sweaty, and running out of breath. She tried screaming for help once more, but it was no use. She heard her front door open again, and hoped it was someone coming to rescue Her, a hope quickly dashed when she heard her captor's voice "hello again beautiful, I see the d**gs worn off. Guess I'd better be careful how I load you into the van then". As he finished that sentence, she felt him grab around her waist and lift her off the floor. She squirmed, trying to get him to lose his grip, but he held on. She could now feel the heat of the sun on her, as screamed into the gag, hoping someone would hear or see Her. She heard the sound of a van door sliding open and felt herself being thrown into the van. Her k**napper quickly tied a rope around her chest, and legs, and she felt herself be pulled into the air. "Now darling, you just stay there until we get back to the facility". She heard the van door close and felt the vibrations as its engine started up. She screamed into the gag until it felt like her lungs would give out, but no sound even escaped the van.
4 hours later, she was being carried once More, and she strained with all her might to get free. This was swiftly stopped when, the man pinched her nose shut, cutting off her air. "If you don’t stop that, I'll make you, permanently" this voice was new, and apparently much more cruel than the last man. "Take her to cell 23. She'll make a good blowjob slave". "If anyone tries to stick their dick in me, I'll bite it off" Kristin thought, as she felt herself getting picked up once more. She felt herself get thrown onto some sort of padded floor and heard a metal door slam shut. As she squirmed in her bondage, she started to cry as she realised this could be the end of her life as she knew it. Eventually she fell asleep, having tired herself out fighting the latex. A harsh slap to the face greeted it her as she woke up, and as she struggled against her bonds, she remembered everything that happened the day before. She noticed however that her bonds had been changed in the night, presumably she must have been d**gged again. She was still in her catsuit and was unable to see, but she could feel a corset tightly constraining her chest and making her struggle to breathe. As she tested her bonds, she found that she was bound in a kneeling position, belts forcing her knees to remain bent, and keeping them together. A neck corset was keeping her neck straight, and she now had a metal ring in her mouth, preventing her from closing it. That same voice from earlier spoke “if you want to keep from being punished, swallow everything that is put in your mouth, do you understand?” She hesitated and then suddenly felt a massive shock course through her body. Kristin quickly nodded, hoping to avoid another. “good girl. Now to make sure you’re in the proper mindset to be a good blowjob slave, we’ve given you some accessories. You should start feeling them about now”. As he finished the sentence, Kristin felt a buzzing start in both of her holes, she quickly approached an orgasm, and they shut off as quickly as they had begun. As she let out an audible moan, the voice spoke again “ I see you’ve found out about their cut-off point, these vibrators are state of the art, and can bring you to the very precipice of an orgasm before cutting off. The perfect blowjob slave is permanently horny and can only be satisfied when her mouth is filled with cock”. She felt a sharp pain in her nipples, as he continued “ Your nipples have been pierced and clamped, and if you’re not performing acceptably, a sharp yank on the rings attached to your new suit will quickly let you know.” Those were the last words Kristin heard spoken by a human voice, as a robotic voice started playing through earbuds in her ears. “Good blowjob slaves swallow everything they are given. Good blowjob slaves get orgasms. You are a blowjob slave.” As she struggled against her bonds once more, the futility of her situation finally sunk in, and she began to cry once more.
That was seven months ago, and Kristin (though she doesn’t remember that name) can only think of one thing now. She wants to be the best blowjob slave she can be, and earn orgasms, she loves cock and cum. Every now and then she feels sad as she has a dream where she can walk, talk and has a family. But she knows that this is a dream, a blowjob slave can’t talk, or walk, and they definitely don’t have families. She just ignores it and waits for her next delicious cock.
t had been 9 months since that fateful day, though she didn't know that. She didn't know much anymore, all she cared about was the next cock shoved in her mouth.
It was a sunny afternoon in August, and Kristin was busy doing housework, when the doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting any parcels, so she cautiously opened the door. There on the ground was a small parcel, addressed to her. As she bent down to pick it up, a man who had been standing off to the side pushed her backwards, sending her sprawling to the floor. As she opened her mouth to scream out for help, he quickly forced some sort of rubber ball into it. Grabbing her wrists, he roughly pulled them behind her, tying them tightly with rope. Her hands now secured, he tied another rope around her upper arms, forcing her to push her breasts out. He then moved his attention to her legs, binding them in the same fashion as her arms. He grabbed another coil of rope and quickly pulled her into a tight hogtie. He grabbed the package from off the front step, and slammed the door, turning the key in the lock. As Kristin struggled, the man approached her. She took note of his body type and skin colour, that of a typical 30-40-year-old white man. She couldn't see his face because of the mask he wore over it, which appeared to be made of some sort of rubber. He finally spoke as he knelt down next to her, "well then, let's head into the front room and see what's in this package". With that he grabbed the rope hogtying her and carried her into the front room. As she struggled, she could feel drool starting to drip out of her mouth, and her jaw was already beginning to ache.
He set her down on the carpet and placed the box in front of her. As he opened, Kristin could see it hadn't even been properly sealed, and it had no mailing address, it was bait for the trap. Once the box was open, all she could see was some shiny black material. Her assailant started pulling out the object in the box, and it slowly took the shape of a catsuit. Kristin had never worn such an outrageous piece of clothing, and this one seemed to be made out of rubber. The man put this to one side, and pulled the next object out of the box, this object was a mystery to Kristin, as it looked almost like a sleeping bag. Whatever it was though she didn't want to find out, and she set about trying to reach a knot to undo the ropes binding her. She heard a chuckle from the man, and saw him watching her struggle, the bulge in his jeans now evident. After a couple of minutes of futile struggling she gave up once More, having exhausted herself. "You quite done their love?" The man said, as he ran his hands down her body. She trembled under his touch, wishing she'd never opened the door. He reached into the box once more and pulled out a needle, which he placed on the coffee table. "Now then, I suppose I'd better get to work" he said as he pulled a pair of scissors from his back pocket. "Keep still, and I won't hurt you" he started to cut off her top, cutting down the back first, then along both arms. He pulled the fabric away, leaving only her bra to protect her modesty. He moved on now to her jeans, which quickly followed her top's fate. Now bound in only her knickers and bra, she felt very vulnerable, how had this happened in only a few minutes? She was suddenly brought back to reality as she felt the man start cutting the straps to her bra. She tried to scream through the gag, but only a faint moan escaped as he cut the other strap, tears started to trace her cheeks. The man moved now to her final piece of clothing, and with two snips, rendered her nude. "It's always more fun to do it while you're still able to struggle, but I guess I need to move onto the next step". The man quickly gave her breasts a squeeze as he grabbed the needle off of the table and jabbed it into her neck. She felt a fuzziness begin to spread through her body, and as she tried to struggle, she found her arms didn't respond. She tried her legs, and the same thing, she couldn't even scream now. The man grabbed a nipple in his hand and twisted it hard. When no scream or grunt of pain came from Kristin, he seemed satisfied, and started undoing all the ropes that bound her. He lifted up her limp body and placed her on the couch. He turned away from her and grabbed the catsuit. Kristin could only watch as he started to carefully pull the catsuit up over her legs, smoothing out any wrinkles. As he reached her torso, he grabbed one of her arms and started feeding it into the sleeve. Kristin noticed with horror that the end of catsuit's sleeves were not open but ended in what almost looked like mittens. She wondered how she would ever get out of this catsuit if she couldn't even open the zipper. The man soon had both of her arms in the catsuit, and as he started to pull the material up to cover her chest, she noticed that there was a bunch of extra material at the front. She was turned over to allow the man to zip up the catsuit, and as he turned her back, and grabbed the excess, she realised, it was some sort of built in mask! As he went to pull it over her head, he stopped. "Silly me, you won't want this on under there" he said, as he unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it out of her mouth. He pulled the hood over her head, and suddenly she was in darkness. She could now only feel air around her mouth, as everything bar her mouth and nose was covered with latex. She felt the man push the ball back into her mouth, and buckle it once more, tighter this time. She was left there for a minute or two, before she felt herself get lifted up, and placed back on the floor. She felt her arms being guided into some things that felt sort of like sleeves, though they seemed to be made out of rubber too. Her legs were then moved and placed into some sort of bag it felt like, binding them tightly together from the ankle down. She felt material then being pulled over the rest of her body. "The sleeping bag" she suddenly thought, that's what I'm being put into. As if to confirm this thought, she heard the sound of a zipper and felt the increasing tightness of the rubber, as it was pulled taut across her legs, then stomach, and finally her chest, stopping just below her chin. She heard the man step away and heard her front door open and close.
After a short while she started to feel tingling in her extremities, and soon was struggling with all her might to escape. Despite her exertions, all she achieved was getting very sweaty, and running out of breath. She tried screaming for help once more, but it was no use. She heard her front door open again, and hoped it was someone coming to rescue Her, a hope quickly dashed when she heard her captor's voice "hello again beautiful, I see the d**gs worn off. Guess I'd better be careful how I load you into the van then". As he finished that sentence, she felt him grab around her waist and lift her off the floor. She squirmed, trying to get him to lose his grip, but he held on. She could now feel the heat of the sun on her, as screamed into the gag, hoping someone would hear or see Her. She heard the sound of a van door sliding open and felt herself being thrown into the van. Her k**napper quickly tied a rope around her chest, and legs, and she felt herself be pulled into the air. "Now darling, you just stay there until we get back to the facility". She heard the van door close and felt the vibrations as its engine started up. She screamed into the gag until it felt like her lungs would give out, but no sound even escaped the van.
4 hours later, she was being carried once More, and she strained with all her might to get free. This was swiftly stopped when, the man pinched her nose shut, cutting off her air. "If you don’t stop that, I'll make you, permanently" this voice was new, and apparently much more cruel than the last man. "Take her to cell 23. She'll make a good blowjob slave". "If anyone tries to stick their dick in me, I'll bite it off" Kristin thought, as she felt herself getting picked up once more. She felt herself get thrown onto some sort of padded floor and heard a metal door slam shut. As she squirmed in her bondage, she started to cry as she realised this could be the end of her life as she knew it. Eventually she fell asleep, having tired herself out fighting the latex. A harsh slap to the face greeted it her as she woke up, and as she struggled against her bonds, she remembered everything that happened the day before. She noticed however that her bonds had been changed in the night, presumably she must have been d**gged again. She was still in her catsuit and was unable to see, but she could feel a corset tightly constraining her chest and making her struggle to breathe. As she tested her bonds, she found that she was bound in a kneeling position, belts forcing her knees to remain bent, and keeping them together. A neck corset was keeping her neck straight, and she now had a metal ring in her mouth, preventing her from closing it. That same voice from earlier spoke “if you want to keep from being punished, swallow everything that is put in your mouth, do you understand?” She hesitated and then suddenly felt a massive shock course through her body. Kristin quickly nodded, hoping to avoid another. “good girl. Now to make sure you’re in the proper mindset to be a good blowjob slave, we’ve given you some accessories. You should start feeling them about now”. As he finished the sentence, Kristin felt a buzzing start in both of her holes, she quickly approached an orgasm, and they shut off as quickly as they had begun. As she let out an audible moan, the voice spoke again “ I see you’ve found out about their cut-off point, these vibrators are state of the art, and can bring you to the very precipice of an orgasm before cutting off. The perfect blowjob slave is permanently horny and can only be satisfied when her mouth is filled with cock”. She felt a sharp pain in her nipples, as he continued “ Your nipples have been pierced and clamped, and if you’re not performing acceptably, a sharp yank on the rings attached to your new suit will quickly let you know.” Those were the last words Kristin heard spoken by a human voice, as a robotic voice started playing through earbuds in her ears. “Good blowjob slaves swallow everything they are given. Good blowjob slaves get orgasms. You are a blowjob slave.” As she struggled against her bonds once more, the futility of her situation finally sunk in, and she began to cry once more.
That was seven months ago, and Kristin (though she doesn’t remember that name) can only think of one thing now. She wants to be the best blowjob slave she can be, and earn orgasms, she loves cock and cum. Every now and then she feels sad as she has a dream where she can walk, talk and has a family. But she knows that this is a dream, a blowjob slave can’t talk, or walk, and they definitely don’t have families. She just ignores it and waits for her next delicious cock.
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