The final descent

Day 4. Or was it 5? Or 6? Or 7? She struggled to remember. It was difficult to tell the difference between sleeping and waking. The lights were always dimmed. The voices were always there. It had been so long. It all blurred together.{if@ Images!=false}

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She needed to cum so badly. She had been held in a state of arousal for... aeons. Her clit, her butt, they felt soooo gooood. She was **** to rub her pussy. To plunge her fingers in and out, to finally release. She had tried it, lifting herself up, turning so her feet stood on the ceiling, suspended by tension from her bound arms - but she still couldn't free her hands. Her underwear had been worn to tatters by her attempts. Her frustration only grew. Her need only grew. And she was hungry. So, so hungry. But she knew she had to resist sucking the dildo. She clung on to that mission. Her last, defiant mission.

I am Ultragirl. I am strong. I will not give in to {if Futa==true}her{else}him{endif}.

She murmured the words, but didn't know why. She remembered when she had resisted the screen. Hearing those voices, those screams, those sounds... she had spent days imagining what they were doing. Envisioning what they were doing. Wishing she could cum like they did. It was the fourth day, or maybe the fifth, when she had given in. She needed to know. Her own imagination was doing more damage to her mind than any porn could ever do. So she looked.

She didn't regret it.

She was ashamed, at first. But she couldn't look away. For hours. Her mouth open. Her eyes glued to the screen. Drool falling from her lips. She only moved to lick her water from the dildo. The voices spoke to her. They told her how good it would be to be one of those girls on the screen.

She was occupied for a time. A day, maybe. Her thighs mindlessly rubbing each other from endless arousal. But she was still so horny. So hot. And so hungry. She looked at the plastic dick. She knew it was wrong. But she was so hungry it hurt. The voices told her it was okay. They told her to give in. To suck {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}'s cock.

So she did.

Shakily, her lips touched the wet plastic. Part of her still fought. Still said this was wrong. But she was so hungry. So tired. So horny. She needed food.

She slid her lips over the glans, and sucked.

It flowed in gushing spurts into her mouth. Hot, salty, sweet, sticky. She swallowed greedily. Again, and again, and again. She pushed her mouth further down the pole. She wanted it in her throat. It was euphoria. She guzzled it down. The little voice in her head told her to stop. Told her to fight. But she didn't want to fight. It felt so good to suck on this cock. It felt right. Her clit still buzzed. Her ass throbbed. And she slid her mouth back and forth along the shaft. Trying to get it deeper every time. The voices told her what a good cocksucker she was. The liquid felt so good in her mouth, her throat, her stomach. She sucked, and sucked, until she was finally full. She sagged against her restraints, a relieved smile slowly spreading across her face.

It became her new normal. For days. Or maybe weeks. Licking the cock when she was thirsty. Sucking it when she was hungry. Or too horny to bear. And she watched the screen. {if Futa==true}She watched Holly pressing her breasts against Mikaela's mouth. She watched Valerie licking her pussy like an animal. She watched Lauren riding her with her dick in her arse. She watched Asami giving her a foot job. Amy giving her a blowjob. Zoe giving her a boob job. The voices told her she should be one of them. She learnt their names, then forgot them. They were all slaves. All sluts. All sexy. That was all that mattered. But there was one name she didn't forget... Mistress.{else}She watched Holly pressing her breasts against his mouth. She watched Lauren riding him with his dick in her arse. She watched Asami giving him a foot job. Amy giving him a blowjob. Zoe giving him a boob job. The voices told her she should be one of them. She learnt their names, then forgot them. They were all slaves. All sluts. All sexy. That was all that mattered. But there was one name she didn't forget... Master.{endif}

The littlest voice told her this was just for now. Temporary. Just until she was less horny. But the other voices whispered to her. Told her she was a slut. Told her to embrace it. Told her to forget.

I am strong. I am... I am... she tried to whisper the words that had kept her sane, but couldn't remember them. Couldn't remember what she was fighting. Couldn't remember her name.

Her pussy juices dripped down her leg. Mixed with her sweat. Soaked through what remained of her panties. There was a pool on the floor. She didn't care. She just watched the video. She just listened to the voices. She just sucked the dildo. She wished it was real. She wished she could be one of those girls. {if Futa==true}She wished she would fuck her. She wished she would fuck her until she screamed, until she came, until her stomach was bulging with her mistress's batter, until her womb was full to bursting with her sperm.{else}She wished he would fuck her. She wished he would fuck her until she screamed, until she came, until her stomach was bulging with his batter, until her womb was full to bursting with his sperm.{endif} It was all she cared about. It was her only thought. Her only desire. Her everything.