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A Session
By strangefun
WARNING: This story contains graphic depiction of depraved sexual acts,
sisification, sexual abuse, humiliation and torture. Read at your own
discretion!
As my shaking legs tire and my heels are getting closer and closer to the
floor, my ass is slowly sinking deeper and deeper onto a conical dildo,
mounted on a pole. I feel another bulbous ridge slowly and torturously
slide in, despite my feeble attempts to resist its forcible entry inside
me, driven by the weight of my body, and I moan pitifully into the penis
gag, inserted deep into my mouth. As my body lowers, the rope around my
neck tightens, making breathing even more difficult - now I have to master
all of what is left of my strength to push off the floor with my stocking-
clad toes to get a breath before sinking back on the widening dildo,
torturing myself in the process, and serving as the source of amusement
for the person who have put me in this position.
He is sitting just to the side of me, watching me intently and slowly
stroking himself. In front of me is a large mirror, and in that mirror I
see a dressed-up, tortured sex doll, her shaking legs, held apart by a
spreader bar at her ankles, clad in white shiny stockings held up by
garters attached to a tiny-wasted, white, long leather corset, viciously
gripping her body from her hips to her chest. Her arms disappear behind
her into a white leather armbinder. Her platinum-blonde-wigged head with
glistening hot-pink lips wrapped around the base of a penis gag is cocked
to the left, held this way by the thick white rope stretched taught
between the doll's neck and the hook in the sealing. The doll pushes up
off her toes, raising her body to give the rope a bit of slack to take a
breath and sinks onto a black, ribbed, glistening with the lubricant
conical dildo, mounted on a shiny metal pole between doll's shaking legs,
disappearing inside her, just behind tiny, hot pink chastity cage, holding
in the doll's pitiful erection. For the past forty minutes or so I've
watched the doll sink deeper and deeper onto the widening monster,
drooling and gagging on the cock in her mouth, struggling in vain attempts
to get less uncomfortable. It is the sexiest sight I've ever seen, and the
constant thought that this is actually me in the mirror makes my penis
scream inside its tiny hard cage.
My one-man audience gets up and walks behind me. OMG, it is time for
another adjustment! I feel the pole raised up another notch, driving the
dildo deeper inside me, making me stand on my tiptoes - not for long, and
after a few seconds, moaning and crying, I sink on the even wider part of
the cone, as my tired, burning legs give out and the rope around my neck
is stretched taught again. He sits in the chair, watching the show,
stroking himself slowly and observing my suffering with calm intensity.
The red lights of several cameras around me are indicating that my
suffering and humiliation is recorded, and I know that he is streaming
this to his subscribers, making money on my sweet agony. The sensitive
microphone above me captures my every moan and gurgle for my virtual
audience, amplified through the speakers, making me feel exploited,
displayed, cheap and... sexy!
The "session" is set to run for an hour, but I cannot see the clock, and I
don't know for sure how long I have left to suffer, and whether my
strength will last for that time...
The rope is tight around my neck, my legs are burning and often refuse to
push my body weight up for another gasp of air, my ass is stretched to the
absolute limit - it's the culmination, and he moves in closer to observe
it - this is what he and the invisible online audience have been waiting
for for almost an hour. Will I make it? I want to make it, I want to make
it so much, but can I?
I make another push for the air, but my legs are not responding. Another,
and another one - nothing. I start trashing in my bonds, the haze comes
over my eyes, and with one final push I raise my body high enough to take
one last breath of air - and my legs give out completely, as I sink fully
onto the widening dildo, feeling the rope around my neck taking the full
weight of my body and three ridges of the dildo, one after another,
popping inside me, as I now hang by the neck, impaled, exhausted, no
longer able to fight for my life. The air runs out, my lungs burn, my body
convulses, and in the red haze stealing over my mind, I feel my penis
spazming inside it's torturous cage, as it pushes the squirt after squirt
of the most intense, torturous, mind-blowing orgasm I've ever had, and
just before I pass out, I hear the "ding" of the timer...
When I came to, I am laying on the floor, still dressed and bound, but
with my mouth and ass empty, breathing blissfully free. In the speakers, I
hear the applause of my invisible audience and the voice of my tormentor
telling them that tomorrow, same time, it's going to be an audience
request session... And that it's going to last for three hours!
From the author: I hope you enjoyed the story. Write a review; let me know
what you think! Or talk to me directly at [email protected] (yahoo
chat: strangefun2)
Stay strange!
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