Not a pleasant time

Day three of MJ's ordeal was the worst so far. The Kingpin had left her ears blocked the entire day. Even the words of "Breakfast", "Lunch" and "Dinner" were missing. She only knew the day had passed by the smell she got through the air vents. The big man did not even bother to touch her constantly bobbing head as he sat. When he walked there was no warning, he just moved dragging her by her head along. It was completely degrading.

Day four was a mirror of day three, but even the smell was gone. MJ didn't know why, or how but she never smelled a single meal. All she ever smelled that day was hard, sweaty cock and semen.

MJ nearly wept on day five when she heard the Kingpin say "Breakfast" as he came down her throat. It entered her ears like thunder. Her god had deigned to speak to her.

She smiled around the cum pumping cock to hear a single word. It was a drop of water in her desert. She had nearly gone crazy in the silent darkness her world had been for over two days. Her world the last day was truly Kingpin's cock and the carpet below her knees. No other feeling, sight, sound, or smell came into her senses that day. It was the lowest day of MJ's life. She had become a living, breathing blowjob doll, no better than a pocket pussy.

When MJ felt the big man pat her head, she came from the excitement. It was the first time she felt something other than the carpet or bed in days. When he pinched her breasts for the first time she screamed in ecstasy around his cock until he came. Day five had been a wonderful day for MJ.

Day six, the mask was removed, but MJ kept her eyes shut tight, her head bobbing tightly around the cock in front of her. Worshipping the pillar of flesh and strength. Each wart represented a thing to be prayed to, loved, desired.

Day six was not a day to be forgotten by MJ at all.