Plastic Pleasure Michelle Ch 05

Iced cold water shocked Michelle into full alert. She looked around in confusion and fear, until her eyes settled on two men looking down at her. "Wha-? Where..." One of the men slapped her in the face. One of the men shoved a rag in her mouth, making her gag. She struggled, realising her hands were bound behind her back. "Mmmrrrff! Hhhrrrgggh?!"

"So..." One of the men smiled. "I know you're confused, but just bear with me, okay?" Michelle was silent, so the man continued. "You've been abducted, and you're never going home." Unsurprisingly, the woman began to struggle again, yelling through the rag. "I know... I know... But just stay calm, okay? Now, I'm gonna give you a bit of news... that's much, much worse than what I've told you so far. Are you ready?"

The other man just stared silently at Michelle, which she found somewhat creepy.

The speaker continued. "We're going to abduct your son as well."

Michelle began rocking in her chair, trying to kick but she couldn't free her ankles which were tied to the chair's legs. The wooden seat shook with her attempt at breaking free.

"Easy! I know, I know..." The man sounded compassionate and sympathetic as he leaned over the woman, placing his hands on her shoulders to hold her steady. "So, this next part is what you really need to focus on, okay? Unless you follow all our instructions, something terrible might happen to Michael." When Michelle screamed through the rag again, the man rolled his eyes and drove a fist into her stomach. "I'm getting really sick of hearing that moaning, Michelle! Nod if you understand - one more outburst and maybe Michael gets a broken arm as soon as he gets here."

Dome brought the boy through a rear entrance. "Just wait here for a minute, bud. I'll go see if your mother's ready yet."

"Okay!" The boy answered.

Reef kneeled beside Michelle, then pointed. "Follow where I'm pointing. See?"

She saw her son smiling at himself and making silly faces. Her eyes widened and she became erratic again, her voice rising in pitch as she tried to get his attention.

"No, no. He's looking at a two-way mirror. He can't see or hear anything in here." He pressed his lips to the woman's ear and nibbled gently. "Shhh. It's okay. He's fine, see? All you have to do is behave yourself. I'm going to pull the rag out of your mouth - and while screaming won't help you, I'd rather you stayed quiet. No one likes the sound of a bleating woman, okay?"

Once the cloth was pulled out, Michelle swallowed, looking between Reef, the silent man and her son. "You'll let him go as long as I do as you say?"

"That's riiiiight!" Reef looked genuinely surprised by her understanding. "That's amazing, Michelle. Now, I'll untie you, and I expect you to get on your knees. That's not going to be an issue, right?"

Michelle glared at the man, but it was obvious he expected an answer. "No, it won't be an issue."

"Try again..." Reef looked at her sternly, like a father teaching his daughter a lesson. "It won't be an issue, sir."

"It won't be an issue, sir!" Michelle hissed venomously.

Reef shrugged, he'd take what he could get. "You'll learn in time, Michelle." He untied her wrists and ankles and waited as she stood up. He kicked the chair, making it tumble away.

Michelle didn't know whether she hated the speaker or the silent watcher more. She glared at the quiet man, and his expression remained unchanged. Looking away, she got down on her knees.

Reef stood in front of her again, pushing his snow-camo cargo pants down to expose his cock. "Go on," he said, as Michelle's glare resumed as she looked up at him. "Suck it."

Michelle took the cock in her mouth. It was thick and long, the purplish-red tip peaking through the foreskin. Reef wasn't the type to sit idly by while getting his dick sucked. The moment Michelle's lips touched his cock, he gripped the back of her head with both hands, leaned his body over her, and forced her to take him down her throat.

"Pppfffrrgghk! Hhhrrffghk!" Michelle gagged hard, raising one hand to push against the man's thighs while using the other as a balance on the floor. When she tried again to pull away, he just stepped forward and raised his posture, forcing his length even deeper down her throat. "Kuurroopphk, gghhhrrrghk! Ppprrrgggghk!" Snot burst from her nostrils and tears streamed from her eyes. He held himself in her throat, hunching over her again to use her forehead as support for his stomach.

Finally, when he pulled away, Michelle let out a high pitched gasp and tried to gather her bearings. Her head was held in place by Reef's right hand, while he jerked off with the other, his cock tickling her lips.

The moment Reef thought Michelle was about to beg for him to stop, he clenched a fist in her hair and forced his cock back into her mouth. It slipped right in her throat, rousing another round of delicious, wet gagging.

"Ggguugghhft! Ssshhhhrrgght!" Thick rivulets of pale spit churned up from woman's bulging throat before the mucus-filled her mouth and exploded around her cheeks with another brutal thrust, filling her gullet with the jackhammering cock.

Her eyes rolled. She tried again to push away from him, but Reef just lay his hands on her back. Her spine arched uncomfortably as a hand pushed her down while the other pulled her head closer to his crotch if such a thing were even possible.

Reef spread his legs and reached under the woman's arms, tightly grabbing both tits in a painful squeeze. Michelle made another attempt at pulling away, and this time he followed her, resulting in them doing a forty-five-degree angle turn. He pulled his hips back and listened as the slut desperately hitched for air.

"Hhhiiiiiiisssffffsslllrrrphttt!"

The sound reminded him of slurping spaghetti and he laughed before shoving his cock back down her throat.

Michelle's nostrils were a mess of bubbling snot and saliva. Whatever lipstick she wore before was now smeared on Reef's dick and her mascara painted her soaked cheeks.

Reef's hands left her tits for a moment and she tried to pull away, but then his fingers clamped around the back of her skull. Her forehead pushed into his stomach with extreme discomfort as he throbbed in her throat. If he was trying to touch her stomach lining, he still had a long way to go but his crown damn sure peaked past the threshold.

The man held her there, content with letting her overworked gag reflex massage his length. "Ggglk, ggllrrk, gghhrrgghk!"

When the pressure lifted off her head, Michelle pulled back desperately and snatched a few breaths. Her throat felt cut and sore and each inhalation of precious oxygen felt cold and sharp. Barely two seconds passed before he forced her to turn around and sit on her ass. She was still coughing and wheezing, even when he pulled her hair back and forced his cock in her upside-down mouth.

To match her lowered form, Reef spread his legs nearly a metre apart and crouched, resulting in his in her throat engulfing his cock. He smiled at Whim, who still resembled a statue. Reef returned his focus to the throat hole and began rocking his hips back and forth inside the new slut.

First, Reef's hands tightened around the woman's face. Then, they locked around her neck, and he felt his cock hammering the tight throat with his fingers. Again, she tried to slip away but he'd have none of that. He continued to use her throat as a jerk aid for several more seconds, watching pale white and yellow spit froth from her mouth and run down her cheeks.

"Ggghhkkth rrrccchh rrrggghkt!"

Finally, he released her. The woman fell on her back, apparently so deprived of oxygen that she lacked the strength to support her own weight. That didn't matter to Reef, though, because he grabbed the air-starved bitch by the hair with one hand, and the back of the neck with the other and forced her into a seated position.

Reef walked around the woman until he stood in front of her again. The man lowered his form, his cock bounced, flinging her throaty slop all around. He cupped her cheeks in his hands, uncaring to the layers of tears, smeared makeup, saliva, throat slime and snot caking her skin. "Imagine if Michael could see you now," he said, laughing. He spat between her eyes, which was redundant considering how messy her face was already. "What would your boy think of he saw his mommy in this state?"

Anger filled the woman's terrorised eyes but the moment Reef stood again, aligning his cock with her face, she began whimpering in terror. He used her blabbering as an opportunity to fill her mouth.

As his cock slid down her throat again, he used her hair as a handle and tilted her head back. His body leaned forward slightly as he shuffled his feet forward until he could almost use her face as a seat. Then, it all started again. He humped her face at a pace that quickened within seconds, sending spit and slime in squirts from her tortured mouth.

"Ghrrgughk gguurgugrrhk gguuurggghkk!"

Lowering his form nearly into a squat again, Reef felt the woman's tongue desperately trying to evacuate the intrusive monster from her mouth. If only she knew how amazing it felt as she struggled like that. His feet slid between her legs and spread them apart. Then, Reef eased more of his weight onto the slut's face, trying to force his cock even further down her throat. He held the position for several throat-torturing seconds, then pulled himself free as he stood up straight.

Michelle fell on her back again. She'd never felt so weak in her entire life. The sound of her breathing was so foreign to her. Each inhalation was like a high pitched whistle that stung her lungs with every wet, painful breath.

She opened her eyes as a rapid 'fwap fwap fwap' noise accompanied her wheezing and noticed the man hadn't lifted her back up just yet. She was grateful for the break, though seeing him jerk off above her face wasn't exactly a welcome sight. "Please..." She managed to croak out, though she barely even heard the word herself.

Michelle whimpered when the man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the seated position again. She closed her mouth tight and whimpered again as Reef twisted her left tit so hard she felt like it might peel right off. She screamed loud enough for her voice to echo, and despite the scene befitting of a personal hell, she worried that her boy may have heard from behind the two-way mirror.

Surprisingly, Reef wasn't as rough this round - though it was still a terrible experience. He fed his cock slowly into her throat and at what could only be described as a gentle pace, humped her face. She felt a trickle of precum run down her windpipe and understood why he was taking it so easy now. He was about to cum and Michelle welcomed the orgasm. If his climactic pleasure meant this ordeal was over, she'd do anything to make him nut.

Then the tempo increased again and Reef grabbed both the woman's tits and squeezed them together with such force that she felt her nipples 'kiss' one another. A torrent of thick, hot sperm blasted down her throat and Reef shuddered from the heavenly sensation. His jaw slackened temporarily and his eyes rolled. He almost lost his balance as his seed poured down the cum dump's disposal hole. Even after the flow stopped, he gently massaged his cock through her neck. "Gotta get it all out..." He said.

Michelle thought it was over when he withdrew his cock, though he stopped with the tip resting between her lips. She was desperately inhaling air through the gaps around his manhood, so when he began urinating, it was no surprise that some of it got sucked straight into her lungs. She jerked in an attempt to get away while violently sputtering and coughing up his urine. Reef didn't allow her to escape, though, and held her in place. Each lungful of piss she coughed out, he replaced with another load. She sucked more of the filthy liquid through her nostrils, trying with all she was worth to breathe a modicum of oxygen. Her vision began to fade after the most terrifying experience of her life and she welcomed unconsciousness and even death at this point.

***

Michelle awoke to cold water drenching her body.

"Ready for round two?" Reef asked, jerking a semi-erect cock that grew quickly to full mast.

Not a day passed by in the next six months without Michelle wishing she was dead. The only thing keeping her mind sane - or at least partially sane, was Michael. Reef and other men reassured her that Michael was waiting for her.

She sucked Reef's cock every day. If Reef wasn't around, she'd suck someone else or even dildos under supervision. They made her train her throat until she no longer had a gag reflex. She drank so much urine that she grew used to the taste and eventually didn't mind when the men removed water from her diet altogether.

The men forced her to watch recordings of a bubbly, joyful woman going about her everyday life. Every scene was about the same woman. There were days when she had to practice how to speak and act just like that woman.

After the fourth month, Reef asked her if she missed Michael. The name triggered a mental breakdown in the woman and she was put through harsh conditioning again.

Every week on the fifth month, when asked about Michael, Michelle had no idea what the man was talking about.

On the last day of the sixth month, Reef asked a different question.

"What are you, Michelle?"

Michelle giggled dumbly, squeezing her tits together with her arms before smiling happily at the man. "I'm a Female Android Cocksleeve!"

(Thank you for reading Plastic Pleasure: Michelle! I've been asked to write more backstory for Emily and Natalie, which I MIGHT do at some point but I've got other commissions that I need to finish first. To give you some idea of what Natalie and Emily went through to become Female Android Cocksleeves (FAC) though, they went through basically the same thing Michelle did. However, Michelle is an 'advanced FAC', which pretty much means her conditioning was far more cruel and severe.)