Sara Gillian (Aka The Karren)

Sara Gillian exited the restaurant utterly disgusted by what she had just seen. “How could to women do something like THAT!” She thought to herself. It was beyond a sin. It was just disgusting. She sat down in her car and shoved the key into the ignition. The car came to life as she turned the key. Sara wanted to get home and felt the urge to wash herself clean after such a vulgar display. She pulled out of the parking log of the Italian restaurant and started for home.

Sara was about two blocks from the restaurant when her eyes glazed over. Her face went slack loosing all emotion. She flicked the turn signal on and turned onto a side street then made another turn heading in the opposite she was heading out originally. After several minutes of driving making what seemed to be random turns the seemingly catatonic woman stoped the car in front of a small brick building and exited the vehicle.

The emotionless Sara pushed her way in through the solid wood door entering the small shop. She passed the counter where a young man in his early twenties stood without even a glance. The man however did notice her and watched closely as her ass swung slightly from side to side. Sara moved down several isles passing item after item without looking. Finally reaching the far side of the store she came to a stop and picked up a package off the self then turned mechanically and started toward the counter.

She placed the box on on the counter and retrieved the wallet. “Will this be all Ma’am?” The clerk said as he scanned the item.

“Yes and I don’t need a bag”. Sara’s voice was flat and monotoned. The man frowned as he pushed the box back towards Sara.

“That’s $42.53”. He replied obviously annoyed by the woman’s seeming attitude.

Sara swiped her card and put it away. She turned robotically again collecting her purchase as she did and exited the store. The still lifeless woman stopped at the trash can on the side of the building which was a common sight in the downtown area and removed the item she purchased from the packaging tossing the receipt and box into the van before shoving the item into her purse. Reentering her vehicle she left and made her way back home…

About ten minutes later she pulled up to her house that she owned. The slack lifeless expression washed away and she blinked looking around with cluelessness. “Wait…. What the…”. Sara couldn’t remember the whole drive home. She had completely blanked out. She had previously spaced out while driving but that was something that usually only happened on the long mundane commute to and from work. She brushed it off and exited the vehicle then made her way to the door. Sara unlocked the door and walked in closing it behind her. As she walked in she opened her purse to put her keys away and stopped mid stride when she saw the phallic shaped object in her purse.

Sara almost dropped her purse in surprise. She gingerly removed the item along with the straps attached. What she held was a large flesh toned strap-on double sided dildo. A wave of pure disgust washed over her. “Oh my god! I bet that freak must have put this…”. She stopped talking as she felt what seemed like the dildo throb in her hand. I’m what seemed like a flash the sex toy wrenched itself from her hand and dropped to the floor but before it hit the ground and swung up and shot up her skirt. This sent Sara into a panic. She yanked her skirt up trying to stop the ghostly possessed toy. Before she could get her skirt out of the way she felt the straps wrap around her panties latching onto them. She was able to get her skirt up and out of the way just in time to watch the dildo forcibly yank her panties down to her feet.

The surprise of the motion coupled with her panic caused her to stumble as the panties reached her feet. This gave the living sex toy the chance it needed to remove the white cotton panties from her completely. Sara started reaching towards the door to escape. She reached it and grabbed at the door handle in panic. As she did the dildo flew quickly slamming into the door below her. It’s flash toned end angling upwards towards her exposed vagina.

Sara spun and ran as fast as she could towards her open bedroom door. The toy turned and gave chase staying seemly inches behind her. As soon as she reached the bedroom she came to a screeching halt as she turned and quickly slammed the door closed locking it. Sara leaned against the door panting. She was terrified. She was being attacked by what she could only describe as a viscous to possessed sex toy intent on **** her. She stood there for several seconds trying to catch her breath. As she did something was gnawing at her. She couldn’t figure out what it was.

A second later she realized it. When she stopped to close the door she didn’t see the toy behind her which she knew was chasing her. She didn’t hear it hit the door when it closed. Sara felt her heart stop as fear once again took hold. She slowly turned around pushing her back up against the door. It was there. Behind her. It must has made it into the room before she got the door closed. The phallic shaped object darted forward and down. Before she could even react it was under her skirt. She could feel the tip of it’s head trying to press into her dry vagina. Sara battled against the invader in an attempt to prevent it from entering her. As she fought pushing it away on and off it kept making contact with her. Her body responded by starting to lubricate itself. Each time the toy was able to push deeper inch by inch.

As the two battled, they made their way further into the room. Sara was in pure panic futility trying her best to keep the animated object away. Finally with one final surge forward she felt the dildo penetrate fully to her making her gasp in pleasure and fear. She felt the straps wrap themselves around her waist locking the toy into place. Then all was still.

Sara stood there in shock. After several seconds she felt the tip inside her wiggle causing her to jump. She yanked up her skirt to see she wore the double ended toy. The erect member bent upwards towards her face almost as if it was look at her. A second later the dildo returned to its normal erect position facing directly forward. It was at that time her hip thrusted forward causing her to loose her balance momentarily. As she regained it her right hand grabbed the member and started to stroke it as her hip started to thrust back and forth. With each thrust she felt the end inside her move almost mirroring the trusting. It almost felt like she was masturbating her very own dick.

As the initial shock wore off she finally reacted. “What the fuck! I can’t control my hand!” She desperately tried to stop her hand. To command it to stop. But her efforts failed. Sara tried to grab the rogue hand with her other hand but it refused to let go of her skirt and continued to hold it up without so much as even budging a inch from its current location. I’m a final **** attempt to stop herself, Sara tried to sling herself facedown on the ground to pin her hand in place. This effort was met with no action. Her whole body didn’t respond at all to her commands. She was quickly realizing she had no control over any part of herself. It was as if she was a passenger trapped within a prison made up of her very own flesh…

Deftly she found herself spun around and marched over to her bed where her hijacked body sat itself down with legs spread wide. Her right hand continued to fap the flesh toned dildo protruding from her crotch. Each stroke continuing to pulse thrusts from the half inside her wet pussy. This was far worse then she had imagined when she first encountered the living sex toy. She was scared of it forcing itself upon her and ravaging her. But it seemed this sex toy had something at more sinister in mind. Hijacking her whole being for it’s own twisted plans. Images of her being **** to **** people and being helpless left to only watch her very own hands doing the deed.

Sara started to cry helplessly when the constant sexual stimulation finally caught up to her bringer a quick end to her tears. She could feel tingling followed by her vaginal mussels tighten what she could only describe as her legs were going numb as a wave of euphoric pleasure hit her. A second later she could feel her legs shaking in there spread position. The feeling was so sudden and intense she found it uncomfortable at first. She had never experienced anything like it before. “Fuck….. was that an… orgasm?” She stammered as she panted.” She could feel that her cheeks were flushed as they burned with heat.

All of a sudden she regained control over her body and she shot upright. Sara grappled with the straps on the strap-on but found they were locked solid as if they were made of a single piece of material. “Come on! Get off!” She yelled in anger. As she struggled with the straps her hands suddenly pulled down her long skirt letting it fall to the floor. Sara stood in silence staring at her hands as they had again moved differently then she had commanded. They then reached up and pulled her blouse off tossing it to the side. The rogue hands followed this up by removing her bra deftly and tossed it aside with her blouse.

Sara was left completely naked minus her stockings and heels. And the blasted sex toy attached to her. “Wait! Stop!” She pleaded. The **** possessing her body turned her and started searching through her lingerie drawer before selecting a small ruby red bra with lace trim. It pushed her ample d-cup breasts up making them look much larger. She then started searching her closet. “Wait what’s going on?!” Her body pulled out the shortest skirt she owned and stepped into it and pulling it all the way up. The soft silky black material was suspended aloft in the front by dildo making her look like she had some kind of massive boner. Her hands then found a shiny gold color blouse that was old and too small and hugged her body tightly again adding to her very much displayed tits. Next her hands pulled her hair back into a pony tail fluffing it up for volume.

She was stopped in front of her standing mirror which hung on the wall next to her closet. Her body struck a sexy pose and just stood there for a moment as of it was judging the look. After several seconds the what ever controlling her seemingly satisfied by her appearance turned her and marched her out of her bedroom. Her hands grabbed her purse and she was walked right out the door of her home. Sara tried to scream for help but found herself unable to utter a single sound…. She was indeed a prisoner…