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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction and imagination. Please do not carry out any of the activities portrayed in the chapter in the manner or spirit I describe them! As this is ultimately a snuff story, I can kinda ignore the basic principles/rules behind a healthy and successful BDSM relationship, but IRL any BDSM activities/fetish play should be done in a sane, safe, respectful and consensual way. They should also be conducted fully sober, NOT under the influence of ANY substances to ensure the safety, wellbeing and happiness of all participants. After care is important!

Stay safe, happy and kinky everybody!

You wake up groggily, disoriented. You opened your eyes to nothing but pitch blackness. You started to panic, fearing you had gone blind. You try to sit up, but you can't move. What the fuck is happening? Where the fuck am I? You thought desperately to yourself. You struggled to search your memory for any clues as to how you got into your current situation, but the last thing you can vaguely remember is drinking the glass of water your sister gave you... You groaned as you realised she must have **** it. Suddenly you heard muffled sounds coming from above you.

Jess woke up just in time to hear you groan as the reality of your situation hit you. Smirking to herself, she snuck silently out of her room to pour herself a vodka and orange juice for breakfast... What could you do about it now? As she drained her glass, she felt an uncomfortable pressure starting to build in her bladder. She chuckled and made her way back to her room.

She unzipped the body bag and slipped on her sharpest stiletto heels. As the fresh air hit your body, you realised just how sweaty you had become during your slumber, you started to shiver uncontrollably from the cold. You felt something heavy slowly settle onto your stomach. The weight increased as a second something followed it. You grunted in discomfort and pain.

Jess giggled and bounced up and down a few times, enjoying the grunts of pain echoing from within the box. She started strutting up your body stopping at your chest and bouncing again.

She reached down and lifted the lid of the box. "Hey big bro, are you ready to start your education?"

"Sure, why not?" You grunted through gritted teeth. She beamed down at him.

"Good! Now open your mouth!" You did as you were told, and she hocked a great wad of spit into your mouth. "That is exactly all that you and your kind are worth to this world! Actually my spit is probably more valuable! Now swallow and then open your mouth again!" You obeyed, hating yourself for doing so, but also starting to get turned on. That is until sharp needle like pain erupted all over your dick.

Jess noticed your wince and guessed correctly what it signified. "Awwww, were you getting a little bit turned on bro?" She giggled, "then you're going to love what I've got planned for the rest of the week! Now keep that mouth open wide!" With that she turned around, making sure to grind her heels as hard and deep into his skin as she could, and plopped her luscious ass down onto the seat.

You felt a drop of something warm, bitter and acrid land on your tongue. You had barely started to process what it could be, before a torrent of that same bitter liquid hit the back of your throat. You quickly realised that if you wanted to avoid drowning you would need to start swallowing it down. You started gulping it all down. Gradually the jet of whatever it was slowed to a trickle and eventually stopped.

As the foul tasting, horrific smelling deluge stopped, you thought you could feel your whole body being lifted, but had no way to tell for sure as you couldn't see anything. A few seconds later, you felt your nose be enveloped in something soft and warm whilst something wet and sticky pressed against your mouth. "Lick!" Jess ordered and you started licking, tasting the remnants of that same foul liquid you had just been **** to drink as well as something sweet and almost sugary. Your confused and befuddled brain started to put two and two together.

Just as the bitter taste disappeared from the object of your cleaning, you heard a worrying gurgling sound from above you. Prrrrrrrrrrbt. A noxious and toxic blast of hot air went straight up your nose and you could feel your eyes watering as you coughed, spluttered and wretched. "Whoops!" Came Jess's giggling voice as you felt your face be removed from contact with whatever it had been pressed up to, "I'd meant to save that for later! But oh well,venjoy this while you can bro, this is still easy mode! See, it should I say, smell ya later!" Her giggling continued as you heard something snap shut and were left in total isolation once again. Jess admired her handy work, where her heels had not actually torn and pierced your skin, they had at least left deep imprints on your flesh. She zipped you back up, and then thought about what she needed to do today.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction and imagination. Please do not carry out any of the activities portrayed in the chapter in the manner or spirit I describe them! As this is ultimately a snuff story, I can kinda ignore the basic principles/rules behind a healthy and successful BDSM relationship, but IRL any BDSM activities/fetish play should be done in a sane, safe, respectful and consensual way. They should also be conducted fully sober, NOT under the influence of ANY substances to ensure the safety, wellbeing and happiness of all participants. After care is important!

Stay safe, happy and kinky everybody!