Yes and I take it

They dragged me across the office. Mr. Connor opened a large shiny mailbag and put my feet inside. He pulled it up over my body and tied it shut above my head. I moaned and struggled, trying to free my hands or feet. It was no good. I lay crying in the hot dark bag wondering what they were going to do to me. His cum was still on my face. I shuddered with the disgust of it. I felt sick but did not dare let myself retch for fear of **** on the gag.

I don’t know how long I lay there but I guessed it was until well after the rest of the office would have gone home. They had left me alone and I had heard the door being locked. Now it opened and I heard footsteps. I was lifted up and it felt like I was put on someone’s shoulder. I guessed it was Mr. Connor. He carried me downstairs and then outside. I could see just a little through the top of the bag. After a few moments I was put down and I heard the thump of a car boot closing. It went dark and then I felt the car start and move off. I must have fallen asleep after a time because I woke up with a jolt as I heard the boot opening. I was lifted out and carried somewhere. After a time I was lowered to the floor. All the time, not a word was spoken. I heard footsteps going away and I was left alone for maybe ten minutes. Then I heard high heel shoes clacking towards me. The bag was opened and pulled down from my face.

I found myself looking into the blue eyes of a peroxide blonde. She smiled, “My, aren’t you a mess?” she said. I felt my face turning red at the thought of Mr. Connor’s dried spunk on my skin. She carefully pulled the bag off me. “My names Ulrika and my jobs to get you cleaned up,” she said in a thick Slavic accent. “You cooperate with me and we will get along together just fine.” Now I was out of the bag I took more notice of her. She must have been six foot tall with huge pneumatic breasts. She wore a complete black PVC outfit, which thrust her breasts out and pulled her waist tight. Her boots were high heeled and from the front of her tight trousers stood out a thick black strap on cock. She must have seen my eyes widen. “I’m in charge of you for now Honey. Just do as I say and you will be fine. Otherwise I’ll have to use this” and she grasped the dildo and jerked it at me. “Will you behave?” she asked and I nodded quickly.

She bent down and untied my feet and then helped me to stand. I was very wobbly. We were in a large open plan room with a wooden floor and mirrors along opposite walls, not unlike a dance studio. She led me through a door at one end into a small changing room with a shower and a loo. I realized how badly I needed a pee. I shook my head towards the loo. “You want to use the toilet?” she asked. I nodded. “I’m going to take your gag off and undo your cuffs,” she said. “If you try to escape from me or disobey me, I shall punish you severely,” she held my chin and looked me in the eyes as she said this. “Okay?” I nodded again.

It was such a relief when she took the cuffs off. My shoulders were aching from having been pulled back for so long and my wrists were sore. When she took the gag out I drew a deep breath. I felt very thirsty. The gag had made me dribble constantly and the front of my blouse was soaked. I stumbled to the loo and did what I needed to. When I came out she gave me a towel and a bottle of shampoo. “Clean yourself up.” I did not need telling twice. I took a drink from a tap at the sink and turned the shower on. I started to undress and then realized she was watching me. Embarrassed I turned my back as I stepped out of my clothes but I could feel her eyes burning into me.

The shower felt good. It was lovely to wash my face, hair and neck. After a couple of minutes enjoying the cleansing water my worry resurfaced. What was going to happen to me?

When I stepped out of the shower Ulrika handed me my towel. Her eyes looked hungry as they lingered on my breasts and I drew the towel to my body to protect it from her gaze. She leant against the wall watching me dry myself. Her hand was stroking the dildo, which I found disconcerting. Then I noticed it had grown larger. She saw where I was looking. “This is no ordinary dildo,” she purred, “it is a genetically enhanced robot penis. Dr.Fischer made the proto-type and this is the latest version. It is connected to my cerebral cortex,” she turned and I saw the hair at the nape of her neck was shaved. A thin wire ran from under her clothing into a small connection in her scalp. “The dildo goes inside me as well. It means I can enjoy the full sensation of having a cock, it fucks me when I fuck and it stimulates my clit and vagina. It’s the ultimate sexual thrill.” She was wanking the cock now as she talked to me. Her lips hung apart and see through pre cum was starting to slowly drop from the swollen black robo-prick.

I wondered what sort of madhouse I was now in. I carried on toweling myself and glanced around. My clothing was nowhere to be seen. Ulrika was breathing heavily her eyes half closed as she caressed her cock. The door stood open and I decided to take a chance. Clutching the towel in one hand I sprinted through the door. I go to the gym at least twice a week, as well as swimming and walking, so I am pretty fit. I dashed through the mirrored room, through a swing door and found myself in a corridor. It ran off to the left with various doors on either side but to the right were stairs heading upwards. I took them two at a time. I was just around the first corner when I heard a crash downstairs behind me. Ulrika was coming after me. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, my thigh muscles straining and suddenly found myself at the back of a large entrance hall of what seemed to be an office building. The floor was marble and through the open front doors I could see a well cared for grass lawn.

Behind a reception desk sat two young attractive girls dressed in some sort of corporate uniform. They were clearly surprised when I burst into the lobby. At the same moment an alarm sounded. The front doors started to slide shut and I sprinted for them desparate to escape. I was too late and only managed to slam into them, unable to stop my headlong rush in time.

“I’m afraid she’s a psychotic, we’ll take care of her. Head to the staff room until you get the all clear.” I turned to see Mr Connor, dressed in a white lab coat advancing towards me flanked by two huge men wearing security guard uniforms. The two girls on reception disappeared.

I found myself yelling for help and trying to claw at their eyes as the guards seized me and dragged me struggling back down the stairs.