A hood is what I need, I sentenced quite sure that with that I could calm the fire that was burning my body at that moment.
Unfortunately, when trying to leave the kitchen, the door refused to open and with a sound, my iPad informed me that it had instructions. Desperate, I read the message:
To get out, put on the harness.
-Damn son of a slut! I hate you!- screamed while unloading my anger by picking up a chair and smashing it against the floor again and again.
I was getting turned on by the set of sensations that were building up in my groin, I tried to push the damn door with a shove but only managed to hurt myself.
-I'll never put it on!- howled defeated upon noting the warmth of my flow dripping down my legs.
My entire body was begging me to release it by bringing my fingers to my sex but gathering the little willpower I had, I continued fighting with all my strength against my captor who was still remaining invisible but knew he was looking at me through countless cameras.
The certification that that damn one was attentively following the evolution of his experiment arrived like a wave of heat. Working at 100%, the air conditioner's fan coil spat fire.
-Don't torment me anymore!- I cried thrown over the floor of the kitchen.
A new 'VIP' on my tablet informed me that my kidnapper was sending me a message:
Put on the harness. If you do, it will work for the whole house for twelve hours.
-Son of a slut! I shouted when I read it because I understood that I would want it or not, I had to put myself with that instrument. Even so, for five minutes I battled against the idea of giving in while my body suffered the assault of the substance that had made me drink.
With my shirt almost completely unbuttoned, sweat pouring down my neckline and my nipples inflamed by the same ardor that shook my sex, I stood up and grabbed the harness. Trying to figure out how it was placed, I read its label and burst into tears:
Warning: once closed, this belt cannot be opened until the next day.
My foot-stomping must have amused my captor because the heat coming out of the fan-coil decreased. That crumb of pity enraged me because I didn't want to thank that damn guy and looking at one of the cameras, I screamed while putting on that sinister device:
-You'll never defeat me!
To put it in, I had to insert the penis that was attached to my sex and although it didn't cost me for it to enter thanks to how lubricated it was, inside I felt violated and hated each of the twenty centimeters of its length. With my urethra blocked to unimaginable limits, I closed its buckle knowing that I wouldn't be able to take it off until 24 hours had passed.
-Ah, it's cursed already!- I shouted while facing my hidden enemy when that enormous console suddenly started vibrating and moving inside my pussy.
The intensity with which my body received those unwanted caresses left me paralyzed and I hadn't even reached the door when, letting out a scream, I came for the first time.
Wait!, I begged myself while crawling towards the bed where I had woken up, Don't let him see your orgasm!
Slowly and with my body gripped by an unknown pleasure to me, I was dragging myself towards that room while biting my lips trying not to let out a sound from my throat that would confirm to that jerk what was really happening in my body.
I thought 'It's almost over!' as I crossed the door and saw that barely a meter separated me from the sheets where I thought of hiding my joy from that subject.
Those few palms of distance seemed like an insurmountable mountain to me because every movement from any part of my body sent a shockwave of pleasure to my brain, making me stop for many seconds until I relaxed.
After a good hour and countless orgasms, I finally managed to climb that mattress using the blanket as a shield against their gazes, biting the pillow and releasing the tension that was accumulating climax after climax, I succumbed to pleasure while my mind wept with shame and ignominy.
The spasms and orgasms continued filling my entire body until I fell deeply asleep without realizing it.
During the whole night I had very strange dreams, dreams where I found myself in sexual situations and felt them as real, due to the effects of that drink I took.
The morning after the vibrator that was still inside me started vibrating with all its might and that woke me up from my lethargy, even though I had some sleep left. I tried to get it out of me but it was impossible. It took me a few minutes to put my thoughts in order and understand the situation I found myself in again.
I sat on the bed feeling my insides vibrate and looked at one of the cameras I had in my room.
- Already stop torturing me! - I screamed and almost immediately stopped feeling the vibrations on my pussy.
I got up and the first thing I did was enter the bathroom, because I didn't want to be spied on, so I covered the cameras on the walls with a towel and immediately took off the disgusting school uniform I had been wearing since yesterday. Naked, the only thing left on me was that damn harness. I observed my legs covered in my dry little balls from last night and could notice that my sex was very red and sensitive.
I started crying silently until I felt a bit more calm and took a shower.
After leaving the bathroom I felt better and with more strength, I wrapped myself in a towel and went out to the room. In bed there was a set and a note that said:
For today, use this.
I looked at the set and decided to try it. It wasn't anything out of this world, a blue see-through nightgown that showed a bit of the white bra underneath, short shorts that accentuated my legs, and brown boots.
Cursed pervert, at least this time I won't see myself as a high school girl.
In that they rang the iPad leaving a message:
Direct yourself to the dining room for breakfast.
I headed towards the dining room and it seemed like everything was just like yesterday, alone and well-settled, even the mess I left in the kitchen yesterday was settled.
Is someone in the house, I understood while all the hairs on my arms stood up.
On the table there was served a platter with some eggs, toasted bread, juice, and a little bacon, as soon as I saw it my stomach started to growl but since my captor found it funny, I had to give him something so I could eat. Look at the tablet:
To enjoy your breakfast, take off your bra.
« Damn it! », I cursed but didn't care to take it off, since my blouse covered me a bit, the instant I took it off, the tray opened and I could finally enjoy my breakfast.
Once finished, I put my bra back on and reviewed the iPad:
If you want to get rid of my gift from last night, head towards the basement.
And now, what does he want?, I thought with despair.
After which and for fifteen minutes I searched for the basement door until I found it. With a mix of fear and desperation, I went down the stairs. I was on the second step when the door slammed shut behind me, leaving me completely in darkness.
“Keep going down,” said the iPad and so I did.
My heart was beating very strongly and I was on high alert, suddenly I arrived at an illuminated table lit by a lamp and on top of it there was a box with a glass syringe.
Good precious, this is your surprise, I read on the screen, if you want to leave here inject the contents of that syringe.
I was left stunned by her request. Although I knew it was her peculiar laboratory rat, the idea of injecting another chemical annoyed me and in the dark I screamed:
I'm not going to inject anything you ask me to.
A noise made me look at the iPad:
I knew you'd say that, so if you don't do what I tell you, my friends will have fun with you.
Nothing more than finishing reading that threat, two lights turned on behind me. As I turned around, I discovered that behind some bars there were two tall and carefree-looking guys, with the look of crazies, who to make matters worse started licking my breasts while drooling lust in their mouths.
It was then when the bars that contained them started to open slowly. The subjects, noticing they could cross it in just a few seconds, began to hit the bars while screaming, thanking my kidnapper for the candy he was giving them.
– ¡¡¡It's fine, you win!!!- and without thinking twice, I injected all the content of the syringe into my leg.
It's too late precious, he wrote before pressing the button that suddenly opened that gate.
The two types ran towards me. When I saw it, I started running in the darkness, remembering the steps by which I had arrived there and while doing so, the vibrator inside me began to vibrate very strongly causing my legs to weaken. Without looking back, I stood up and kept running, I climbed the stairs, feeling the moans of my pursuers very close to me when suddenly something grabbed my ankle and made me fall.
Fortunately the terror kicked me around in mid-air, some of which must have hit because I felt they landed on something soft and immediately let go. Just then the door behind me opened and I left that hell immediately.
You've barely escaped, I read, this will teach you to obey at first. Remember that I am your owner and as long as you follow my instructions, nothing bad will happen to you.
Throwing myself on the floor of the hall, I cried my misfortune for more than an hour until my tear ducts were dry, and I started to feel a itchiness in my breasts. Scared, I took off my bra without caring that that voyeur could see me to discover that they had swollen up and that my nipples were strangely erect:
-Pig! What have I injected myself with? -I shouted facing one of the cameras.
Don't worry, it's not dangerous. It's just a used stimulator for cum production!. I didn't have trouble understanding what fantasy that fetishist wanted to fulfill because he told me himself when writing: Your task this morning is to be my milk cow, if you want to eat you'll have to milk yourself and fill a glass so I can lap it up. After which he sent me a series of instructions that would make that dairy function more bearable.
«Cursed degenerate!», I thought when reading that if I didn't want to suffer pain, I should massage my breasts and areolas for hours and that I could also accelerate my milk production through pleasure: 'Want him to masturbate me'.
Stupidly, I thought the fame of being good mothers that the women in my family had would prevent me from feeling the rigors of that stimulation and so instead of paying attention, I put myself to reading a book comfortably lying on the sofa in the living room.
At half past, I realized the mistake I had made when feeling a painful prick in my breasts. My captor must have observed eufotically as I doubled over on the floor, seized by an agony without end. Knowing that this suffering would subside by massaging my tits, I took off that uncomfortable nightgown and using my hands began to give myself a massage.
Unfortunately, when trying to leave the kitchen, the door refused to open and with a sound, my iPad informed me that it had instructions. Desperate, I read the message:
To get out, put on the harness.
-Damn son of a slut! I hate you!- screamed while unloading my anger by picking up a chair and smashing it against the floor again and again.
I was getting turned on by the set of sensations that were building up in my groin, I tried to push the damn door with a shove but only managed to hurt myself.
-I'll never put it on!- howled defeated upon noting the warmth of my flow dripping down my legs.
My entire body was begging me to release it by bringing my fingers to my sex but gathering the little willpower I had, I continued fighting with all my strength against my captor who was still remaining invisible but knew he was looking at me through countless cameras.
The certification that that damn one was attentively following the evolution of his experiment arrived like a wave of heat. Working at 100%, the air conditioner's fan coil spat fire.
-Don't torment me anymore!- I cried thrown over the floor of the kitchen.
A new 'VIP' on my tablet informed me that my kidnapper was sending me a message:
Put on the harness. If you do, it will work for the whole house for twelve hours.
-Son of a slut! I shouted when I read it because I understood that I would want it or not, I had to put myself with that instrument. Even so, for five minutes I battled against the idea of giving in while my body suffered the assault of the substance that had made me drink.
With my shirt almost completely unbuttoned, sweat pouring down my neckline and my nipples inflamed by the same ardor that shook my sex, I stood up and grabbed the harness. Trying to figure out how it was placed, I read its label and burst into tears:
Warning: once closed, this belt cannot be opened until the next day.
My foot-stomping must have amused my captor because the heat coming out of the fan-coil decreased. That crumb of pity enraged me because I didn't want to thank that damn guy and looking at one of the cameras, I screamed while putting on that sinister device:
-You'll never defeat me!
To put it in, I had to insert the penis that was attached to my sex and although it didn't cost me for it to enter thanks to how lubricated it was, inside I felt violated and hated each of the twenty centimeters of its length. With my urethra blocked to unimaginable limits, I closed its buckle knowing that I wouldn't be able to take it off until 24 hours had passed.
-Ah, it's cursed already!- I shouted while facing my hidden enemy when that enormous console suddenly started vibrating and moving inside my pussy.
The intensity with which my body received those unwanted caresses left me paralyzed and I hadn't even reached the door when, letting out a scream, I came for the first time.
Wait!, I begged myself while crawling towards the bed where I had woken up, Don't let him see your orgasm!
Slowly and with my body gripped by an unknown pleasure to me, I was dragging myself towards that room while biting my lips trying not to let out a sound from my throat that would confirm to that jerk what was really happening in my body.
I thought 'It's almost over!' as I crossed the door and saw that barely a meter separated me from the sheets where I thought of hiding my joy from that subject.
Those few palms of distance seemed like an insurmountable mountain to me because every movement from any part of my body sent a shockwave of pleasure to my brain, making me stop for many seconds until I relaxed.
After a good hour and countless orgasms, I finally managed to climb that mattress using the blanket as a shield against their gazes, biting the pillow and releasing the tension that was accumulating climax after climax, I succumbed to pleasure while my mind wept with shame and ignominy.
The spasms and orgasms continued filling my entire body until I fell deeply asleep without realizing it.
During the whole night I had very strange dreams, dreams where I found myself in sexual situations and felt them as real, due to the effects of that drink I took.
The morning after the vibrator that was still inside me started vibrating with all its might and that woke me up from my lethargy, even though I had some sleep left. I tried to get it out of me but it was impossible. It took me a few minutes to put my thoughts in order and understand the situation I found myself in again.
I sat on the bed feeling my insides vibrate and looked at one of the cameras I had in my room.
- Already stop torturing me! - I screamed and almost immediately stopped feeling the vibrations on my pussy.
I got up and the first thing I did was enter the bathroom, because I didn't want to be spied on, so I covered the cameras on the walls with a towel and immediately took off the disgusting school uniform I had been wearing since yesterday. Naked, the only thing left on me was that damn harness. I observed my legs covered in my dry little balls from last night and could notice that my sex was very red and sensitive.
I started crying silently until I felt a bit more calm and took a shower.
After leaving the bathroom I felt better and with more strength, I wrapped myself in a towel and went out to the room. In bed there was a set and a note that said:
For today, use this.
I looked at the set and decided to try it. It wasn't anything out of this world, a blue see-through nightgown that showed a bit of the white bra underneath, short shorts that accentuated my legs, and brown boots.
Cursed pervert, at least this time I won't see myself as a high school girl.
In that they rang the iPad leaving a message:
Direct yourself to the dining room for breakfast.
I headed towards the dining room and it seemed like everything was just like yesterday, alone and well-settled, even the mess I left in the kitchen yesterday was settled.
Is someone in the house, I understood while all the hairs on my arms stood up.
On the table there was served a platter with some eggs, toasted bread, juice, and a little bacon, as soon as I saw it my stomach started to growl but since my captor found it funny, I had to give him something so I could eat. Look at the tablet:
To enjoy your breakfast, take off your bra.
« Damn it! », I cursed but didn't care to take it off, since my blouse covered me a bit, the instant I took it off, the tray opened and I could finally enjoy my breakfast.
Once finished, I put my bra back on and reviewed the iPad:
If you want to get rid of my gift from last night, head towards the basement.
And now, what does he want?, I thought with despair.
After which and for fifteen minutes I searched for the basement door until I found it. With a mix of fear and desperation, I went down the stairs. I was on the second step when the door slammed shut behind me, leaving me completely in darkness.
“Keep going down,” said the iPad and so I did.
My heart was beating very strongly and I was on high alert, suddenly I arrived at an illuminated table lit by a lamp and on top of it there was a box with a glass syringe.
Good precious, this is your surprise, I read on the screen, if you want to leave here inject the contents of that syringe.
I was left stunned by her request. Although I knew it was her peculiar laboratory rat, the idea of injecting another chemical annoyed me and in the dark I screamed:
I'm not going to inject anything you ask me to.
A noise made me look at the iPad:
I knew you'd say that, so if you don't do what I tell you, my friends will have fun with you.
Nothing more than finishing reading that threat, two lights turned on behind me. As I turned around, I discovered that behind some bars there were two tall and carefree-looking guys, with the look of crazies, who to make matters worse started licking my breasts while drooling lust in their mouths.
It was then when the bars that contained them started to open slowly. The subjects, noticing they could cross it in just a few seconds, began to hit the bars while screaming, thanking my kidnapper for the candy he was giving them.
– ¡¡¡It's fine, you win!!!- and without thinking twice, I injected all the content of the syringe into my leg.
It's too late precious, he wrote before pressing the button that suddenly opened that gate.
The two types ran towards me. When I saw it, I started running in the darkness, remembering the steps by which I had arrived there and while doing so, the vibrator inside me began to vibrate very strongly causing my legs to weaken. Without looking back, I stood up and kept running, I climbed the stairs, feeling the moans of my pursuers very close to me when suddenly something grabbed my ankle and made me fall.
Fortunately the terror kicked me around in mid-air, some of which must have hit because I felt they landed on something soft and immediately let go. Just then the door behind me opened and I left that hell immediately.
You've barely escaped, I read, this will teach you to obey at first. Remember that I am your owner and as long as you follow my instructions, nothing bad will happen to you.
Throwing myself on the floor of the hall, I cried my misfortune for more than an hour until my tear ducts were dry, and I started to feel a itchiness in my breasts. Scared, I took off my bra without caring that that voyeur could see me to discover that they had swollen up and that my nipples were strangely erect:
-Pig! What have I injected myself with? -I shouted facing one of the cameras.
Don't worry, it's not dangerous. It's just a used stimulator for cum production!. I didn't have trouble understanding what fantasy that fetishist wanted to fulfill because he told me himself when writing: Your task this morning is to be my milk cow, if you want to eat you'll have to milk yourself and fill a glass so I can lap it up. After which he sent me a series of instructions that would make that dairy function more bearable.
«Cursed degenerate!», I thought when reading that if I didn't want to suffer pain, I should massage my breasts and areolas for hours and that I could also accelerate my milk production through pleasure: 'Want him to masturbate me'.
Stupidly, I thought the fame of being good mothers that the women in my family had would prevent me from feeling the rigors of that stimulation and so instead of paying attention, I put myself to reading a book comfortably lying on the sofa in the living room.
At half past, I realized the mistake I had made when feeling a painful prick in my breasts. My captor must have observed eufotically as I doubled over on the floor, seized by an agony without end. Knowing that this suffering would subside by massaging my tits, I took off that uncomfortable nightgown and using my hands began to give myself a massage.
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