Mel's Story

It was a normal day for Mel. She woke up at 7 am, made herself a quick breakfast, and went through her day as usual.

The drive to work, lunch, some small talk with her coworkers, and at last her well-earned end of the day.

Work has been quite tiresome the last couple of weeks. They got a few new hires and a pending deadline on their backs, and, of course, the responsibility was pushed onto Mel. Teaching the new ones the ropes and helping them out with all their questions was already stressful enough.

But after her management fucked up, increasing their workload twofold, even a stress-resistant worker like Mel was affected.

So she did like she always had, and went to the gym to blow off some steam.

Her gym was right next to her place, just a 5-minute walk away. It was quite convenient as she hated showering in the public bathroom there, and instead preferred her nice and private bath at home. It wasn't like she was ugly. The opposite, she was honestly looking really good. Long slender legs, a well-trained body, and a beautiful face. Her chest might have been on the smaller side, but her butt made up for it by a lot. It wasn't a confidence problem; rather, she just didn't like the odd stares of others.

Snapping back to reality´Mel grabbed herself a protein shake and stuffed it inside her training bag, together with her sports wear, a towel, and her water bottle.

She grabbed her keys and went out the door. When she got down to the streets, the cold air blew into her face. It's gotten pretty cold these last few days. It was clear that slowly but surely, the warm summer days would be gone and the cold winter nights would arrive. She wasn't against it, though. She loved the cold. The sound of snow crunching beneath her soles always calmed her down.

Reminiscing about the memories of last winter, she hurried through the streets.

She arrived at her gym, went to the changing room to put on her sports clothes. Stripping down, she revealed her well-toned muscles and long legs. She wouldn't go so far as to call herself a model, but she sure was beautiful.

With her sports outfit put on and her water bottle in hand, she went to the first of many pieces of gym equipment she would be using today and started her workout.

After 45 minutes, Mel was greedily drinking water from her bottle. She wasn't sure why, but somehow today was more exhausting than usual. She needed more to drink, and there also seemed to be way fewer people around her than usual. She didn't give it much thought, though. As she drank the last bit of her water, she stood up from the leg press.

She was finally through with her workout. She felt exhausted, but also quite happy to have made it. Hell, she even got a new record for her weighted squats today. She's planning on celebrating this later today with her favorite ice cream.

The moment she stood up, though, she felt strange. Her body swayed, black spots swimming across her sight. She tried holding on to her machine to slowly sit down on the ground, but before she could do anything, she felt someone grab her from behind. She hazily turned around, raising her arms weakly. Her body felt like lead, unmovable. As her mind slowly drifted off into darkness, she heard two voices arguing over something. She wasn't sure what they said, her mind already too far gone to understand them.

A few hours later

When Mel woke up, she was surrounded by darkness. It was cold, and her head ached. She couldn't see, and she was unable to move her hands or feet.

They felt stuck. Trying to look around, she noticed that something was binding her eyes. A dark piece of cloth, maybe? She wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't budging at all. Same with her arms and legs. She could guess that she was sitting, because her arms were tied behind the backrest of a chair.

Her legs were also tied, but separately. They seemed to have been this way in order to keep them apart from each other. Her mouth felt dry; something was wedged in there. She was sure of that, since she couldn't close it. It wasn't too bad, but it definitely wasn't comfortable.

The strangest thing about this situation, though, was her mind. It was crystal clear. No doubt, no fear, no hesitation. She wasn't sure why, but it felt like her fear turned off. Maybe it was from the sudden shock of being kidnapped, maybe it was a yet unknown superpower of hers, or maybe it had something to do with the same reason as to why she went **** in the first place. She didn't know, and right now she didn't really care either way. She needed to escape first. Fiddling around with the rope binding her hands, she searched for a loose end, a loop, or anything to grab and pull, to somehow loosen up the knots a bit.

She wasn't sure how much time she spent like this, but out of nowhere, she heard a door swinging open somewhere in the back and footsteps getting closer to her. She immediately stopped her hands from undoing the rope, so her kidnapper wouldn't notice.

As the footsteps came closer, she tried saying something, but her dried-up mouth only allowed her to make a gagging sound. As the footsteps stopped next to her, her seat suddenly shifted slightly. Her nose was hit by the smell of sweat, and her lips touched something.

Something that slowly **** its way into her mouth. Past her tongue and further back towards her throat. She tried to close her mouth, but the metal gag inside her stopped her from doing so. That thing slowly went past the back of her throat and shoved itself further down, slowly making its way past the barrier in her throat.

When the hell would it stop? She was already having trouble breathing, and it wasn't going to make it easier for her.

Just as she thought that it was finally done, a hand grabbed her head and pushed her further against it. She already knew what it was; she didn't want to believe it, but that gross thing was someone's cock, slowly pushing even deeper into her.

It was so disgusting, but she couldn't do shit against that right now. Her head was repeatedly pushed forward and backward by that firm grip. Opening up her throat with each further thrust. Her spit was dripping everywhere, and the noises she made couldn't even be called human at that point.

She strained her arms and legs, but the bondage didn't budge even a little. She was stuck, utterly and completely stuck. Having no other choice but to allow that stranger to violate her throat.

With his last pull, the man held her mouth firmly against his raging boner, pressing it as deep as it could go, pumping his thick load deep into her throat. As he let go of her head, she slumped back into her restraints.

"Lick it, you little slut."

What? She wasn't sure what he just said, but a moment later, her cheek started to burn. He had slapped her face.

"I told you to lick my cock, you little slut. Or do you want it down your throat again?"

She didn't want that. She didn't want to do it either, but it wasn't like she had any other choice. She slowly moved her tongue around his cock. Mel could feel him pump the rest into her mouth. The taste and texture of his cum on her tongue were disgusting, and she had to **** herself to not throw up.

"Good girl. Next time, do as I tell you to, right from the get-go. Do you understand?"

She slowly nodded her head. Again, it was better to do as he said for the time being.

"Perfect. I'll leave you alone now for a while, my little fucktoy. I hope you like your reward."

Saying that, he stood back up.

She heard his footsteps getting further away and the door closing behind him. When Mel felt sure about being unseen, she again started the process of freeing herself. The bondage seemed to have loosened up a bit already from the **** she went through a minute ago.

Her throat ached from the thought of that guy's cock. It's not like she has never given a blowjob before in her life, but no one has ever shoved something that deep down her throat before. And she wasn't going to let it happen again. As she fiddles around more with the ropes, she suddenly heard a humming sound coming from below her and something slowly pressing against her pussy and clit, slowly sliding inside her. Soon after, it started vibrating slowly.

'Fucking hell!'

It started slowly at first, but increased sharply in a short time, pressing firmly against her clit and into her pussy.

It felt good, too good even. Mel's mind was getting more and more distracted, forcing her to stop her escape attempt. As the vibrations got her close to the edge, they suddenly stopped. Instead, she started feeling something moving, slowly pressing against her back entrance.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, nooo fuck, no!!' Mel screamed in her mind.

Something was pressing against it. Slowly but surely making ground. Then, right before pushing into her, it stopped, and the vibrations started up again, bringing her closer to the edge once again. And again, just like last time, right when she was about to cum, it stopped. And the thing at her ass pushed further into her instead.

'Ohhh fuuuuck, noooooo'

It didn't stop this time, though. It painfully slowly shoved its tip inside her ass. Mel felt her poor hole opening up and closing around the tip again. And again, the vibrations started back up, forcing her mind into a state of near orgasm.

This torturous play happened over and over, slowly but surely edging her, but also shoving that monster further up into her ass. As tens of minutes went by, Mel got closer and closer to exhaustion. The mental stress and the constant relief were taking a toll on her body and mind.

Then, finally, after over an hour of this ****, the vibrations changed. They didn't stop with her reaching another edge. Instead, they continued way past it, forcing her from one climax to another.

And if that wasn't bad enough, the dildo in her ass started to move as well. It slowly pulled out, bead after bead. And just as the last one left her poor hole, they reversed, entering her one after the other, expanding her insides, filling them up completely.

'Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuck, it's breaking meee!!!'

Regardless of her complaints, though, the machine kept going and going, slowly breaking her body and spirit.

After a meager ten minutes, the machines stopped, leaving Mel weeping, sobbing, and dripping. She had no strength left, neither mental nor physical. Her restraints held her in place, while her holes leaked onto the floor below. She couldn't concentrate anymore, so she slowly drifted back off into the darkness of her dreams.

The next day

"How was your night, my little slut?"

Mels' consciousness was only half there. She hasn't really slept at all last night. And she hadn't really had anything to eat since last evening.

"Here's your breakfast, my little fucktoy."

Saying that, he again sat before her face, forcing his cock into her mouth.

"Now go on and use your tongue on my cock. Otherwise, I'll double your reward for tonight."

Mel couldn't let that happen. That would break her fully. So, against her strongest urges, she started to lick the tip of his dick, slowly moving her tongue around it.

"Oh fuck, good girl. That's perfect, here, take it all you little slut!"

And just like last time, he grabbed her head, pushing it against his cock. There was no room for play, no room to wiggle out of his grasp. She couldn't do anything else but hope that he would leave her some time to breathe between fucking her throat.

"What the hell, you fucktoy. When did I allow you to stop using your tongue? I think you need a little bit of punishment."

'Punishment?!' What is he talking about?

Mels' head spun, but she soon realised what her kidnapper meant. The same dildo from last night started pressing firmly against her asshole again.

Mel hated the thought of doing what he wanted. But after experiencing that thing last night, this was definitely the lesser evil. So she did as well as she could. She sucked, she licked, hell, she even **** herself to gag on his cock in order to get it deeper down her throat in an attempt to make him finish quickly.

But it wasn't working out how she hoped it would.

"Oh fuck, I didn't know you were hiding your talents, you little fucktoy. Good, if this is the motivation you need, I'll give you lots of it!"

With the press of a button, the toy at her ass pressed further. Further and further, slowly shoving the beads inside. Mel gasped for air with each passing bead. Last night, she had the luxury of being distracted by the stimulation of the vibrations. Right now, though, she felt each bead opening her up and her asshole closing back around it, just to open up for the next one.

And just when they were all in, they reversed, slowly getting pulled back out again. This went on, just like last night, happening again and again and again.

"I will let this thing run till you sucked me dry. Come on, or do you like it when I violate your ass this much?"

'Fuck my life, I can't take this for much longer!'

Mel had no other choice but to move her head up and down by herself, licking his cock without rest. After a few minutes, which felt like eternity to her, she finally got him close to cumming. He grabbed her head again, pushing her onto his cock for the last time, pumping his thick load down into her stomach just like yesterday.

The piston stopped, fully extended into her ass. She could feel something warm being pumped into her from there as well, slowly filling up her insides.

"I'll visit you later again, my little toy."

Saying that, he stood back up, leaving her alone like before.

Bound, stuffed, fucked, exhausted, gagged, and blindfolded. Mels' holes ached. Spit was dripping out of her mouth, and her blindfold was wet from the tears she shed while he **** her to gag on his cock. She felt miserable, and the extended dildo in her ass wasn't helping her feel any better. After a short while, the piston retracted, giving her some room to breathe again.

Mel slowly proceeded with her approach of escape. But to her surprise, the bondage around her hands had already been loosened further. It happened most likely during the session a minute ago. She frantically moved her right hand, slipping out of the ropes. With one hand freed, the other one was free to move as well.

Finally, after a few minutes, she was able to undo the bindings, connecting her neck to the chair. Mel stood up; she was shaking immensely after being tied in the same position for hours on end. But her instincts and will to escape kicked in, allowing her to move towards the unlocked door.

She opened it slightly, peering into the hallway behind. To her left, she saw a light and sounds coming from it; to her right, there was darkness but also silence.