Play Thing

All characters are 18+. The following story contains non-consent, kidnapping, sexual torment, dehumanization, electro play and chemical play. If any of these topics offend you, do not continue reading. Please read tags for a complete list of content warnings. This is a work of fiction and all actions within are strictly meant as fantasy. Always practice risk aware, consensual kink.

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Beep

Beep

Beep

That wretched beeping kept nudging against my brain, doing its best to jostle me out of my sleep. I tried to smack the snooze button, but I must be sleeping on my arms cause they weren't responding. Whatever. I did my best to ignore it and fall back into the fuzzy dreams I'd been having.

Beep

Beep

Beep

God, why won't Mason turn that off? My husband could sleep through any alarm. I started to become aware of a slight headache. The beeping was making it worse, rattling the ache around my head. I tried to say something to wake up Mason so he could turn off that incessant alarm, but my mouth seemed too dry to get any words out. My jaw felt stiff. Swallowing was hard, too. This all occurred to me distantly. My thoughts faded in and out, more just ideas than any true conclusions. It was a very bright morning. As my brain begrudgingly began to wake up, the light from beyond my closed eyelids was nearly as insistent as the beeping alarm. I tried to roll over, but that wouldn't work either, my body merely wiggling in place. I tried to move my arms again, more insistently this time, trying to cover my face or ears or both. But it wouldn't work, my arms kept stubbornly stuck.

I finally opened my eyes, just to snap them immediately closed again as the bright light over my head stabbed into my corneas. Over my head? I opened my eyes slower this time, keeping my head angled down and towards my shoulder. As my eyes squinted open, I saw a naked woman's breast with straps holding down her arm. I stared dumbstruck, not understanding. It took me a good while to realize I was staring at my own body. I felt the knowledge come together with a mental click that jarred me to the bone.

All at once, my body tensed up in the restraints, pulling instinctively against them to escape. The straps squeezed my skin and chafed against my limbs harshly. I couldn't escape, could barely move my limbs. The beeping I heard before quickened to a faster rate. Beep beep beep beep. The dread and fear built in my stomach as the futility of my attempts became clear.

I seemed to be on a medical bed or chair, my arms strapped down to armrests on either side of me. My head still felt foggy, and the panic now overwhelming me made it hard to think clearly. My thoughts were like spilled puzzle pieces, and it took a great mental effort to put them together. My legs were strapped down to more armrests, but ones for my knees, a cushion underneath them. It kept my legs spread apart. With another mental click, I understood. A gynecologist's exam table. The recognition made my blood run cold, and my vision wavered from sheer terror. An involuntary noise escaped my mouth, which made me realize my jaw was held open. Metal pressed against my teeth, and more straps pressed into my cheeks. My tongue pressed against the metal, but it wouldn't move, locked into place. My mouth was dry from being open.

My head rolled. The florescent light above me was bright. Clinical. The room, however, was not. I was in the corner of a small room, walls coming from either side of me. A metal table to my left, a small stool on wheels next to it. Tiny windows along the top of the walls. A cellar. An unfinished one. The floor seemed to be plain concrete. The light above me was the only one in the room, extending only so far beyond me. I could make out a washer and dryer in the far opposite corner, as well as a set of simple wooden steps leading up to a door. To my right was the source of the beeping. A heart monitor. Connected to the various electrodes across my chest. Next to that was an IV bag. My eyes followed the tubing to the little piece of tape in the crook of my elbow.

Sudden footsteps creaking overhead filled my stomach with so much fear that it was nearly nausea. The steps seemed to vibrate through my entire body. The beeping picked up again, displaying my panic, making it difficult to hear the footsteps. Did they stop? Were they coming closer? I willed my heart to slow, straining my ears to hear beyond the heart monitor, which was only beeping more frequently by the second. A door closed above. Then I heard it, footsteps again. Very close now. I stared at the door, dread rolling in my stomach. I wanted to close my legs, my pussy was directly facing the door, completely on display. I wanted to close my eyes but didn't dare.

"...awake now," a muffled voice faded in the second before the door opened. A woman's figure stood silhouetted by the light beyond. Confusion interrupted my fear, cutting it short abruptly. I had expected a man. A crazy scientist, mad doctor type. But it was a woman. As she closed the door behind her, I saw long red hair. A white jacket. Maybe she was a mad doctor after all.

"No, no, I got it all under control," she said, stepping down the stairs. Her voice was melodic and rich. She was talking on a phone pressed against her ear. "Nice try, but I need her to myself for a while first, you know how this goes,"

Her words sent new shivers through me as she came closer, apprehension dawning once again. As her face came into the light, I could see she actually was quite pretty. Stunning, actually. But the light never reached her eyes, so dark they seemed to absorb it.

She stopped about 5 feet in front of me, listening to the phone. Her eyes ran up and down my body, and I longed to close my legs, to hide my nudity that she so greedily took in. A wide, mischievous grin was plastered to her her face. She would almost look crazed if she wasn't so pretty. Instead, she merely looked like she had just done something naughty and gotten away with it.

"You got it," she sounded bored, "the sooner you let me get started, the sooner we both get what we want," she waited a few more beats, "alright, bye bye now," she and slid the phone into the pocket of her lab coat.

"Now, aren't you a sight to behold," her voice held a note of amusement, mocking. "I wondered how long it would take for the drugs to wear off. It's no fun getting started until you wake up,"

She walked closer to me, and every inch of my body wanted to shy away, desperate to flee. "Now, I'm gonna get you all set up, and if you're a good girl, I'll tell you exactly how you got yourself into this little predicament, and what you can expect going forwards," she sounded so casual, so jarringly friendly. She walked over to my left, dragging the metal table over further. It rolled on creaky little wheels. She ended up at a cabinet, opening the door and digging around inside.

"Now, do you know your husband has a gambling problem?" She asked. I did not. Mason had a gambling problem? My husband was a successful prosecutor, and we were very well off. I never saw any sign of money missing or knew he even liked gambling. I couldn't answer, and she wasn't looking at me for me to shake my head. "Well, he does," she continued, pulling items out onto the metal table. A black box. A lot of metal tools. More wires, like the ones for the heart monitor. "He owes a lot of money to a lot of real bad people." She placed a few more items onto the metal table and then rolled the table back over to me. The heart monitor picked up speed again, and she smiled cruely at me, seeming to enjoy my fear and the audible expression of it.

"So your husband was given a choice. He could lose his life, his career or-" she punched in a button on the heart monitor, turning it off. The sudden quiet of the room pressed against my ears, almost solid. Her next words were sharp like needles, cutting through the silence violently.

"He could give us you and buy himself some time,"

The air left my lungs as if I had been punched in the chest. Mason gave me to these people? To this woman?

"The only deal he begged for is that we don't kill you, so he could 'have you back' if he could pay us off," she grinned wickedly, picking up what looked like little metal tongs from her arsenal of tools. "Stupid man, like we were ever going to kill you. Like he could ever dream of getting you back now,"

Without any form of ceremony, she clamped the two tongs onto my nipples. I let out a startled groan and stared at the woman, shocked. She didn't even look at me this time, she just turned back to the table. Plugging the wires into the little black box, she attached them to the clamps on my nipples. She turned the box on. My eyes were bulging wildly, flicking between her and the little box. The clamps hurt, the pinch faded into an ache that seemed to spread deep into my breasts.

She snapped on some black latex gloves with practiced efficiency and picked up something else off the table. She walked down to where my legs were strapped in the stirrups. My stomach twisted in its desire to shrink away. I rolled my head up and away from what she was doing, not wanting to see while knowing I couldn't stop it. A cold, wet finger rubbed its wetness across my labia and a sob choked out of me. My legs shook in how tightly I was tensing them. The touch was clinical. It didn't feel like a sexual caress. The thick jelly allowed two fingers to delve into my folds easily and fully, and my head shot up in shock, a grunt escaping me. She had pulled the stool over and was concentrating fully on my bare pussy, her free hand now braced against my thigh. Her fingers twisted inside me, spreading apart and stretching me open, experimentally. I whimpered, feeling humiliating arousal begin to flood my belly. How was this turning me on?

She pulled the table closer to her and selected a new item, and this one I knew.

"I get paid to break pretty girls like you. I hope you weren't particularly smart cause you won't be when I'm done with you," her voice was colder than it was before, no longer friendly. She pressed the large rubber dildo into me, pressing slowly but firmly. It was stretching me wider than I've ever been before, and I was terrified it would rip me apart. Whimpers cracked out of my dry throat.

"You won't be allowed to speak again. You won't be allowed to walk unbound again. You are officially no longer a person. You are my toy. My play thing. You will never know my name, and I don't care to know yours. You are Cunt, Slut, Fucktoy, Dog. Whatever I want to call you. You are nothing to me except a means for entertainment," she said, sending flips through my stomach from her words and the dildo stretching me wide. Ragged breaths and whimpers fell from my gagged mouth. I wished I could stop it, to close my mouth, and remain silent. But she's even taken that from me.

The dildo finally hit my cervix, pressing hard, and I grunted from the pressure. She began to slide it out, just as slowly. To my shame, it felt good this time, and I let out a moan of pure pleasure. She laughed, the sound making me clench down, sending a spasm through my body.

"You're not gonna be any sort of challenge to break, huh?" She asked, "You've been a secret slut this whole time. You probably love this, been craving it. I bet your mind's mush before the week's through,"

And with that, she began fucking me in earnest. The dildo slid in and out of me without resistance, grinding against that spot inside me. My breathless grunts and moans filled the thick silence of the room, and I could hear how wet I was getting. An orgasm began to build in me, distantly. She plunged the dildo deep and held it there with the palm of her hand. She reached over to the table and grabbed what looked like a copper toothbrush. I felt it press against my now swollen clit and heard a click. My vision blurred and doubled as I threw my head back. The sensations from the vibrator were so intense that it almost felt sharp, feeling like a high ringing in my ears. I arched my back and thrashed in my restraints, needing it to stop.