“You’re not doing it anymore, and I refuse to be a part of it,” said Abby whilst giving her best friend Amy a stern look.
“Please Abbs, you know how much it means to me, I can’t live without it!”
“Don’t be so dramatic, it’s just a fetish Amy, you can go without it.”
Amy dropped her head, she knew Abby was right, but the draw of the excitement was overwhelming, it was her drug, and she was addicted.
You see, Amy was obsessed with CNC play within the world of BDSM. She’d had a few close calls over the years but had luckily escaped relatively unscathed. These however were the scenes in which she had found her nirvana, and they constantly played on her mind.
Her mission was to surpass these scenes, something more, a bigger thrill and a bigger orgasmic reward!
“Ok, ok, I’ll stop,” said Amy, who fully well knew that was just a lie to stop her friend from berating her about her dangerous past times.
“You better, because I want nothing more to do with this, I’m not going to be your backup anymore,” said Abby with a serious face.
Amy had shared her secrets with Abby a long time ago, and she always counted on her to be her back up if things went wrong. Amy told her where and when she was going, and how long it should last. If she didn’t report into Abby, she could alert the right people and potentially save her from a bad situation.
This argument was brought on after Amy returned from her last adventure. The guy she’d met got a bit carried away and Amy sported a nasty black eye.
For Abby that was the last straw, she wanted Amy to stop, and this seemed to be her last card in the hopes of making her.
Several weeks had passed since that conversation and Amy's eye had healed. She was more than ready for a new adventure, but she had no back up.
She logged onto her laptop and went straight to the chat rooms that catered for her kinks.
Most of her meets had come from here, she saw a familiar name in the chat, cncplayer501, they had talked periodically but never in depth.
Tonight though they were the only two in the room.
They chatted briefly with the normal formalities, then things started to get Amy horny.
It wasn’t long before they moved to a private room, the talk was getting hotter as he talked about what he wanted to do to Amy.
Amy, frustrated and horny let her guard down, which was uncharacteristic of her, and they were soon exchanging numbers.
The private messaging got more in depth and Amy, forgetting about Abby's warning, was arranging a new adventure.
It was a scene that Amy always dreamed of doing, an abduction.
The scene would start in a layby, not too far away from where Amy lived, she knew it well and knew it was very secluded, an ideal location for some fun.
Many times she tried to arrange something like this, but most of the regular players didn’t want to, it was too risky for them to do it in public. But for Amy it was the ultimate experience, completely isolated and not knowing what will happen or where they’ll go.
Cncplayer501 listened to her fantasy, but insisted it wouldn’t go that far, and said they would play out the scene in the van, never leaving the layby.
Three days later Amy left her house, her long trench coat hiding her sexy underwear and thigh high leather heeled boots.
As she drove towards the meeting point, she reviewed her instructions in her mind. She had thought about nothing else since arranging this scene and was very excited.
Arriving at the layby, she spotted the blue and white van, she was to park behind it, then pop the hood of her car and pretend to be broken down.
She stood looking into the engine, playing the part of not knowing what the problem was, she heard the crack of the van door and her pulse quickened.
An arm wrapped around her neck, Amy felt the pressure increase from the sudden choke hold and felt herself begin to feel weak.
As she gasped for air, she slowly lost consciousness, her last thoughts were that of something off. The plan was to be abducted with the threat of a weapon, maybe a prop gun or knife. There was no mention of being choked out.
Amy came to sometime later, the vibrations of the van brought her back to her senses and she took in her predicament.
Her mouth was stuffed with a very large ball gag, it was buckled tight, and she couldn’t move it at all as her jaw complained at the strain.
Instinctively her hands tried to reach the gag, but they were bound tight behind her back at wrist and elbow, this brought her attention quickly to the strain of her shoulders as her arms were pulled behind her in the strict tie.
Her legs were equally useless as she realised, they too were bound tight at the ankles, above and below her knees. In turn they had been pulled back painfully and tied off to her elbow cinch.
To complete the brutal hogtie, her gag harness was tied off to her ankle tie, she could barely twitch let alone escape the strenuous bondage.
Despite her aches and pains, her arousal had grown. Her small penis was stiffening, Amy was transgender but not many would know as she was petite, very feminine and ultra passable.
She’d been on hormones for years and only awaited her final surgery to get rid of her last sign of masculinity.
But secretly she enjoyed her cock, it gave her great orgasms and she worried that a neo vagina would never be as good.
Although she could see, she had no clue where she was or who had abducted her, her position in the van could only see the back doors of the van.
The ride seemed to go on for a long time, which wasn’t the plan, they were supposed to remain in the layby and play in the van. For the first time in her life, Amy found herself in a position of worry.
Trying to focus beyond the pain of her strict bondage, she realised that she didn’t even know the guy’s name, just an internet handle.
Her lust for this fetish had overruled her rationality and Amy realised she might actually be in some serious trouble, she had no back up, nobody knew where she was, she didn’t even know.
The van seemed to have come off the main roads and was bouncing her around in the back.
Her tightly bound body complained as the twists and turns from the van put more strain upon her. Finally though, after what seemed an eternity, the van came to a stop. The engine was still running but she could hear her abductor get out and heard the driver’s door closing.
There was a loud noise outside, she recognised the sound, it was a roller door, like you’d find in a warehouse. Shortly after she felt the van move again, then the shutter door closing.
Any minute she expected the doors to the van to open, then she could finally catch a glimpse of her captor. But this was not to be. Her abductor entered from the side door which she couldn’t see from her position. A blindfold was placed upon her and buckled tight behind her already strained head.
She was completely blind; the blindfold was very tight and allowed no light at all. Amy’s senses were slowly being taken away, her hearing was on a heightened level now, every sound made her flinch.
She heard the van doors opening at the rear, then felt hands upon her, there was no talking, but she was sure there were more than two people. This was confirmed after she felt herself being lifted out of the van by several hands.
Amy was carried for a short distance before being laid onto a hard concrete floor, which she presumed was the floor of the warehouse. Her muscles were now starting to cramp, and she was in a lot of pain, thankfully she felt the hands start to undo her strict bindings.
It took a few long minutes for all of the rope to be removed; her first instinct was to try and flee but her body just wasn’t responsive after the long ride in bondage.
Before she could recover enough to form any resistance her hands were grabbed and forced into fists, then they were wrapped in electrical tape until they looked like two stumps.
She felt a collar being applied to her neck, it was thick and seemed very sturdy, she also heard the click as it was locked onto her. Finally her blindfold was removed and she squinted a little.
Without her glasses Amy had pretty poor vision, she could make out objects easy enough, but reading was a definite impossibility. However she could easily see the cage that awaited her with an open door.
She looked up towards the two men that stood above her, they were dressed in normal clothes, jeans and t-shirts, and both sported a balaclava.
Instead of ushering her to the cage, they proceeded to strip Amy of all her clothes, until she was completely naked. One of the men looked down at her, she shivered but was unsure if it was caused by fear or excitement, her small cock betrayed her and stood as tall as it could.
The man smirked when he saw it, then just pointed towards the cage. Amy had no choice but to obey, she was in no position to fight off two men even if she did have the use of her hands.
She crawled into the cage and curled up to get fully inside, then the door was slammed shut and locked with several large padlocks. Amy knew she was stuck, this cage wasn’t some cheap pet cage, it was built for this purpose, and the iron bars were thick and welded.
She shifted uncomfortably on the grid iron flooring of the cage as she tried to get comfortable. One of the men approached the far wall and pressed a button, Amy heard the motor noise and then jumped as the cage moved and started to lift into the air.
When the winch stopped, she was some twelve feet up in the air, the two men satisfied she was secure, disappeared through a door and she was left alone.
Amy reached for the gag strap, but with balled hands she had no chance of releasing it, she wasn’t sure, but she thought she could feel a small lock on it anyway, just like her collar, it was not coming off.
Hours passed, her only reference to time was the movement of the sun which cast shadows from the skylights in the roof. The warehouse was pretty standard from what she could see, but her vision struggled to see in too much detail.
One end seemed to be some kind of workshop with tool benches and racks full of various tools. But Amy was only speculating, it was no workshop, it was a dungeon.
The benches were various pieces of equipment designed to hold captives in predicaments and vulnerable positions, the tool racks were implements of torture and pain, as well as various gags, hoods and a whole host of restraints.
Eventually the sun disappeared, Amy sat hunched up in her cage, she was bored, restless and both horny and scared. She liked prolonged bondage, but this had been almost all day and now evening was coming fast.
She tried to remember what time dusk was, around 9pm she thought, which meant since her abduction in the layby, she’d been captured for almost twelve hours now.
She slowly drifted off to an uncomfortable sleep. It was some hours later in the dead of night that she awoke with a jump. The shutter door was opening.
Amy was blinded by headlights as a car entered the warehouse and parked over on the far side. She recognised the car immediately; it was her own Jeep.
The man walked over to her cage and looked up at her briefly. Then he lowered the cage and hooked a bottle of water to the top of it. It resembled a large water bottle you’d give a pet in a cage.
The cage then was hoisted back into the air and once again Amy was left to contemplate her choices. She shuffled around and managed to get her gagged mouth to the bottle. It wasn’t easy but she managed to get the spout to the side of the large ball gag and drink some much needed fluids.
The water tasted sweet, and she drank greedily for some time before drifting back off to a fitful sleep.
Amy awoke with a start as the cold water hit her, one of the abductors was hosing her down with the freezing water. Her cage was moving, not down but sideways and hovered above a grill in the floor.
For the first time since her abduction her captor spoke.
“If you need to go, now is the time,” he said as he pointed to the grill in the floor.
Amy understood and let loose a stream of urine that she was desperately holding, it seemed to last forever. She looked at her captor to try and convey she was finished, but he held two fingers up and pointed to the grill again.
It took Amy a minute to realise he wanted her to clear out everything. So with some embarrassment she let loose some stool. Amy was beet red and looked at him again quickly to see him smiling.
He then proceeded to hose her down thoroughly, paying extra attention to her back side.
After her wash the cage was lowered again, a small hatch on the top was opened, it was just enough for her to get her head through, which she did when prompted.
Her gag was released but a stern look from her captor warned her not to speak as he raised his finger to his lips. Amy worked her jaw which had been forced open for almost 24 hours, it ached pretty bad now she could move it again, though it took some time to finally close it, almost like it was locked open somehow.
She was fed some protein bars and given another bottle of water which she greedily consumed. Then her gag was put back in and she was pushed back into the cage, the hatch slamming shut and locked into place.
She felt the winch pulling her back up into its normal position and once again she was left alone.
Amy was going stir crazy with boredom, but most of all she was desperate for a cigarette. It had been by her calculations five days since she was abducted, the same routine was performed every day in the morning and evening, toilet, hose, fed.
Then back into the air for another day of nothing but captivity. She felt like a zoo animal, though nobody came to see her, just the same guy, morning and evening.
On day six the man arrived as per normal, but this time another man was with him. After the normal routine Amy was taken out of the cage, her body ached from the constant confinement in the cage, she had trouble straightening up.
The other man inspected Amy, it was more medically than anything, and on completion he took off his mask, the other guy did the same.
Amy shook a little with trepidation and uncertainty. She surmised that as the men had covered their identities so far that she would eventually be released and unable to tell anyone who or where they were.
But this changed everything, if they no longer cared, was she ever going to get free?
Amy was led over to the dungeon by the two men, a simple carabiner clip connected to her collar then to a dangling chain held her in the centre of the space. With her fists confined it might as well have been a lock, she was never going to be able to unclip it.
One of the men disappeared to the other end of the warehouse, whilst the other came towards Amy.
“Well my dear Amy, you’ve passed the initial test of isolation and still have your wits about you, so we are proceeding to stage two,” he said to her even though she couldn’t respond whilst gagged.
He stared at her for a long moment.
“You don’t even remember me, do you?” Amy shook her head slowly, there was a vague memory of seeing him, but she couldn’t place it.
“It’s OK, my dear Amy, I remember you,” he said ominously. There was another long pause as he looked at her with a devilish grin.
“I’ll put you out of your misery, and then you might just realise what is in store for you. You see it was quite a few years ago now; I was a consultant in a very high paid job. I did your preliminary interview regarding your transition.” He paused to study Amy’s face as she remembered him.
Her eyes widened some as she finally realised who he was.
“You weren't happy with my recommendations, and out of pure spite reported me for inappropriate behaviour. I lost my job, my credentials and any sway I had as a respected Doctor. You ruined my life for doing my job.” This time his face bore some anger towards Amy, who felt a tear running down her cheek.
“That’s right Amy, you shed those tears for me, because there is no going back now, I am going to control your life from here on out, you will be reported missing and never found. But I will see you every day for the rest of your life as my slave, or gimp, I haven’t decided just yet.”
Amy reached for the chain holding her, desperately trying to free herself. The doctor just watched her, a smirk on his face.
“The sooner you accept your fate, the better it will be for you Amy,” said the doctor as he turned away and busied himself with a syringe and a small vial of liquid.
“This potion will put you to sleep when I inject it, when you awake later this evening you will be in your new role for the foreseeable future. So, I’m going to release your gag and ask you some questions. Here you will have a choice of sorts, but be warned, if you shout, beg or try to plead with me the gag goes back in, and I will turn you into a toilet slave. Do I make myself clear?” He said with a serious face.
Amy nodded, she had no doubt he was serious with his threat and had no wish to become a toilet.
He unlocked the gag and pulled it from Amy’s mouth. She stretched her jaw and looked at him with a worried look.
“Do you know anything about gimps?” He quizzed.
“A little,” said Amy looking worried and her voice croaky from the long hours of not using it.
“I have a fetish for gimps you see, there are varying types, toilet, isolation, bondage and of course my favourite, the worm,” said the doctor with an amount of glee.
The only thing Amy really knew about gimps was they were normally covered head to toe in rubber, the explanations he just talked about meant little to her.
“Do you have a preference, Amy?”
“I don’t know.” She said worriedly.
The doctor grinned.
“Well, I’ll pick the one that springs to mind, but I’ll give you a chance to sway my decision,” he said as he unzipped his trousers and let his engorged cock out.
Amy stared at the monster hanging in front of her. She’d seen bigger but was still shocked to see it on this older man in his fifties.
The doctor unclipped her collar from the chain, then pointed to the floor at his feet.
Amy’s first instinct was to run, but to where? She had no idea where she was, was the door locked? And how far would she actually get before being caught. Then she might just end up as a toilet slave.
The doctor watched her amused, he could see the torment within her and relished these moments.
Reluctantly, Amy dropped to her knees before him and took the head of his cock into her mouth. The doctor smiled, the first surrender was always the best for him, it was the start of her breaking and becoming his slave forever more.
Amy was in two minds, finish him quick and get it over with, or make it one he won’t forget. She opted for the latter in the hopes of him going easy on her.
The other man was watching from the warehouse as the doctor steadied himself on the workbench, his face a picture of pure delight as Amy used all of skills and experience to give him the blow job of a lifetime.
After quite some time she felt him tense and prepared herself for the inevitable mouthful of hot cum. She timed it perfectly and as his first spurt erupted she buried his cock deep in her throat, letting him come directly into her stomach.
This drove him wild, and he came even harder on the next spurt. Amy was incapable of smiling with a large cock in her throat, but her eyes would show she was triumphant in her ploy to please him.
As he withdrew from her mouth, spent, she sat silently even kissing his sensitive glans to show respect. His smile showed Amy it was working.
He moved away and cleaned himself up, whilst Amy knelt, head bowed and silent.
“That was quite the performance Amy, I’m impressed. I’ll be sure to take that into consideration when I decide your fate,” he said as he approached with the syringe.
Amy saw the needle and cringed, she knew it was futile to fight it, so she bent over, exposing her backside in the hopes of a quick jab there.
She felt the needle jab into her, jumping slightly then it was gone. The contents within her body.
The medication worked fast, Amy already felt woozy and laid down before she toppled over. Seconds later she was out for the count.
The second man walked over to the doctor.
“Have you decided what you’re going to do with her?” asked the man.
“I was going to release her after a few weeks of torment and a spell as a gimp. But that blow job has got me on a knife edge,” said the doctor as he stared at the unconscious Amy on the floor.
“That good, eh?”
“I’ll let you sample her when she’s awake, then you’ll see,” he said as he held his chin in his hand and pondered the next move. The other man chuckled inwardly, somehow, he knew Amy did that on purpose to sway the doctors decisions.
“I think we’ll hold off on the gimp suit for the moment, I want to sample some more of her skills, I might need your help if you’re interested,” said the doctor.
“Yeah, sure,” said the other man, who was starting to worry inside. He could see where this was going and really didn’t want to be part of a real abduction. The plan was always to release Amy once she’d been taught a lesson.
He knew Amy pretty well from the online chatter, even though this was way beyond her usual adventure he knew she’d look back at the experience and it would turn her on.
They would be safe from the authorities and Amy would have had the experience of a lifetime. But the doctor's plans seemed to be going somewhere he didn’t like.
Amy awoke some hours later, she expected to be covered head to toe in a gimp suit, but she felt the air on her skin and knew she was still naked. She tried to work out why she was aching so much and tested her bonds to find out why.
The first thing she noticed, as always, was the gag in her mouth, still stuffed with a large ball gag. Her arms complained as did her shoulders, she felt the familiar encasement of an armbinder. This was attached to a pulley in the roof and held her in a strappado position, no wonder she ached so much as her entire weight was on her arms as she slept.
Her legs were spread wide and secured with leather cuffs, she surmised from the feel of them, she couldn’t see as she was also wearing a leather bondage hood which only had an opening for her mouth and two small holes at her nose.
A thick posture collar kept her head from moving too much and it was tied off to the floor to keep her position. The harness to her gag was also tied off to the pulley, keeping her head firmly secured looking forward.
Amy had been in this position many times through her adventures, so she knew what was coming, probably some whipping or caning, maybe even a flogger. She expected her breasts to attract some attention too, and of course she was wide open to sexual assault.
Under normal circumstances she would be super excited by this bondage, and deep down she was, but the situation had her worried and her fears were ever present.
The doctor noticed she was finally awake and waved over the other man who was busy with something in the warehouse.
Amy couldn’t hear very well and suspected the hood was padded around her ears, but the sudden feel of something cold on her exposed anus told her the doctor was here.
“Hello Amy, welcome back to reality,” he said a little louder than normal.
Amy grunted behind her gag as he slipped a finger into her arse. He pumped it in and out slowly then it was joined by another finger. Amy knew what he was doing and subconsciously she was pushing back onto his fingers.
The doctor grinned as he saw her try to get more from his actions, this one was a true filthy slut, and he was already planning to keep her. Her wanton actions only encouraged him more.
For a moment the doctor considered adding more fingers, he was already driving three into her and pondered carrying on to his whole hand to give her a fisting. But his cock twitched and he knew he had to bury it within her soon.
Meanwhile, the other guy had approached Amy from the front and released the harness gag. Her head flopped forward as the gag was pulled from her mouth but a hand on her ponytail picked her head back up.
She instinctively knew what was coming and her body betrayed her as she opened her mouth to accept the waiting cock.
Cncplayer501 had thought about this moment many times, he’d watched Amy for some time online and always thought about having her. She always seemed a bit too extreme for him though.
It was only the envelope full of cash from the doctor that had him here at all. Nevertheless he was going to enjoy this moment. He slid his cock into her mouth, not too far as he wanted her to perform rather than take.
Amy felt the cock push smoothly into her mouth, she was expecting a rough face fuck, but this guy seemed gentle, maybe even a little nervous. She however was slowly being drawn into subspace, it happened every time she was bound in a restrictive position, even more so when some of her senses were taken away from her.
The times she had spent in sensory deprivation in the past had had a dramatic effect on her. It was the one thing she adored the most; to be completely restricted and cut off from everything, she would hallucinate about all kinds of things and normally end up ejaculating within her bondage.
Amy knew very little about the doctor's fetish of gimps, but if she did, she’d want to be one right now. What the doctor considered a punishment would be her nirvana.
As she started to suck on the cock in her mouth, she felt the tip of another cock pushing at her anus. The doctor was taking his time, almost like he didn’t want to hurt her, which seemed odd. Amy however was getting into things in a big way, her small cock was hard as a rock and dripping with pre-cum.
Neither of the men noticed, the doctor found out soon enough that she wanted him inside her as she pushed back hard to force the cock within her, momentarily lifting off the other cock in her mouth.
The doctor got the message as he pushed the full length of his member into her and was rewarded with a groan from Amy’s now full mouth. Pretty soon both cocks were pumping into her at a steady rhythm, the guy in her mouth wasn’t fully going for it but was enjoying the sensual blow job he was receiving. For a brief moment the guy and the doctor's eyes met, they both grinned as they shared an approval of the slut between them.
Amy clenched down on the doctors cock, driving him on to fuck her faster, he didn’t disappoint and started to ram into her, his balls slapping against her and that familiar sound filled the corner of the warehouse.
The doctor didn’t last long at this pace, and pretty soon he was exploding within her, filling her with his hot seed. Amy felt the doctor coming inside her, the tension of his body extended through his rampant cock, it drove her wild knowing she had been bred and her orgasm followed, leaving a sticky mess on the floor below her.
The guy in her mouth noticed her come, it drove him over the edge as Amy expertly worked the glans of his hard cock, swirling her tongue around it on every thrust. She felt him tense and pushed the length down her throat, she knew guys loved this and held him there as he spurted his load into her.
Both men withdrew from her and had to steady themselves. Amy was in pure subspace, her holes longed for more, but for now she would have to wait. She felt the gag being pushed back into her mouth and readily accepted it.
For a long moment both the guy and the doctor stood and stared at the hot girl between them, almost in a daze. Amy was wanting, for her that was the starter, she needed more, and her pert little bum was twitching with wanton lust.
“I agree with you doc, that was awesome.” The guy finally managed to say.
The doctor just nodded, somewhat speechless for once. He was in turmoil, he really wanted to gimp the poor girl, but he also wanted her skills on tap. He needed to have a long think and just wandered off towards a rest area in the warehouse.
The guy managed to clean himself up then he too headed off to relax somewhere, poor Amy was left wanting. The doctor's cum had started to dribble out of her and the feel of it running along the crack of her bum was turning her on even more.
Amy groaned behind the gag, but no one was there to hear it. She slowly came down from her high and the aches began to overtake her senses. It was almost an hour before the doctor came back.
Amy sensed his presence, but he was ignoring her, she felt him close by, then suddenly a sharp pain in her rear told her she had been injected again, she soon fell limp as she passed out.
“So which gimp is this, doc?” asked the man as he looked down on the cocoon of black on the bench before him.
Amy had been put into a thick rubber sleep sack, it had taken both the man and the doctor quite some time to get her limp body into it, it was that tight.
On top of the sack which made her quite immobile on its own, she was wrapped in several layers of black tape, then her body was wrapped again, this time with layers of black pallet wrap which held her completely immobile to the bench.
She wasn’t awake yet, but if she were the only thing she would be able to move would be her eyes. But that would be of no use to her, her head was equally wrapped just like her body.
Under the rubber hood and several layers of wrappings, her mouth was gagged with an inflatable penis gag. It stretched her jaw to the limit and completely shut down her ability to speak or breath.
Two small hoses had been meticulously fed into her nose and down into her body. These were attached to a machine that would regulate her breathing, keeping her safe from suffocating. Her ears were stuffed with earplugs so she couldn’t hear anything, and her closed eyes had padding which would stop her from opening them with the pressure of the wrappings and hood.
Amy was in the most confined form possible without using a permanent method like concrete or similar.
“This is the isolation gimp; I use this form to condition them. The sensory deprivation involved could be harmful to her once she awakes. Most humans will start to develop problems after a few hours,” said the doctor as he studied several screens in front of him.
“So you’ll release after two hours? Seems like a lot of effort for a short time,” asked the guy.
“No of course not, she’ll be in this for several days,” said the doctor who was slightly irritated by the questions.
“But you said that could harm her,” he said with a worry in his voice. The doctor sighed deeply, he pulled himself away from the screens and looked at the worried man.
“She will be fine, she will not go more than one hour of complete deprivation, there are plugs in her ears that will send stimulation, effectively keeping her sane of mind, albeit conditioned,” explained the doctor, the guy looked a little more at ease, so he turned back to his screens.
“So what are all these wires and tubes?” asked the guy. The doctor rolled his eyes, though the other man didn’t notice as the doc was still glued to his screens.
“They’re all the necessary things to keep her alive, an IV to keep her nourished and for me to be able to feed her drugs, a waste tube and catheter for keeping her flushed and several sensors so I can monitor her health.”
“You’re drugging her?” The guy said with some alarm.
“Of course, I’ve been doing that since she got here, in her water, food etc…”
“What drugs, will they hurt her?” he asked, starting to panic, abduction was one thing for, but drug abuse was not part of the plan.
“Of course not, it’s her prescription meds, her hormone treatments,” said the doctor in a relaxed tone.
“Oh,” the guy said, feeling somewhat stupid. “Hey doc, I know it’s hot out but the aircon in here is freezing!”
“It’s for her, not you. She’ll overheat if we’re not careful,” said the doc.
There was several minutes of silence, then the guy left the enclosed room, leaving the doc to do his thing. The doctor heard the door and silently thanked the heavens, now he could concentrate on Amy.
It was another hour before Amy finally awoke, every time she did the same thing and forgot for a moment where she was. There was a small panic before her mind remembered her predicament.
This time however her only ache was her jaw, but after being gagged for who knows how long now (she had lost all track of time) it was more a mild distraction as she had become accustomed to it.
Apart from that her body seemed relaxed for a change, then she tried to move. There was some panic at first, her mind was telling her body to move, but there was nothing happening. Her muscles flexed, but her body remained unresponsive to her commands.
Amy recognised quickly there was no input to her senses, she couldn’t hear a thing, white noise was fed into her ears, she couldn’t even open her eyes, and her only feeling was constriction.
It didn’t take long for her to start being affected by the lack of input, her mind drifted and she was seeing all kinds of images cross her mind. Some were easily explained, images of a kinky nature but some were just off the scale. The sensory deprivation had started its course.
For the next hour or so Amy would find a deep relaxed state of mind, similar to that of being hypnotised. The doctor studied the patterns on his screen, it looked like gibberish to most people, but he was amazed at all the different patterns.
Contrary to belief, hypnosis wasn’t what it is sold as, the recipient needs to want to be hypnotised for anything to work. But in this state the doctor knew that Amy’s mind would drop all of its guards and her mind whilst in this deep relaxing state would allow subtle suggestive voices in.
Every hour, the quiet voices came into Amy’s head, she didn’t even notice they were from outside, her mind was so at ease, but it was enough to keep her from losing her mind completely.
The suggestions were of servitude, and how much she wanted to please her master. This was something Amy was never into, she liked to be taken, her motives were always of being forced and kept rather than staying to serve.
In effect, it was a mild version of training a slave, the doctor was sceptical of how much it would work, but it fascinated him. If he was successful, the possibilities would be endless and could make him very wealthy.
After several hours the suggestions got more and more intense through a very mild vibration from the plug within her anus. The little pleasure was only a brief second, but enough to register that it felt good.
Soon Amy’s mind drifted to other things, images of servitude and how she enjoyed it, the suggestions were working on her relaxed mind, the biggest test was whether they would still be there when she was free of the cocoon.
The doctor needed a break, he’d watched her for almost eight hours now, he was tired and weary. Confident she was safe, he decided to take a break, some food and a power nap were needed.
Amy was oblivious to everything, she was at peace and in such a relaxed state that if she was to remain this way forever, she wouldn’t even notice or care.
The suggestions kept coming at regular intervals, servitude, excitement at doing it, then they started to input other things, things to make her long to be her master's worm.
This was the doctor's biggest gamble, and possibly his mistake, suggestions of servitude were one thing, but specific kinks were off the chart. Only time would tell if any of it worked.
Amy was left in the cocoon for four days, though this would seem an eternity for Amy, albeit one of pure bliss. The doctor pondered about leaving her in there for longer, but he was both impatient and a little worried that he might have missed or misinterpreted something.
Amy’s health was his priority; she was of no use if she came out as a zombie or worse. The doctor sent the sleeping drug through her IV, then watched the screens as Amy fell into a deep sleep. He wondered what her dreams would be.
When Amy finally awoke again, she was a little bemused at her situation. It had taken the doctor and the guy almost two hours to free her from the cocoon, her body was pale and looked as though she had been in the bath way too long. The pair bathed her as the smell was not a pleasant one.
Amy was in a cage, but this one was much different to her first prison. The floor was padded and quite comfortable, but the thing that struck her was that she was free of any fetters, not even a gag. She was, however, completely naked.
There was no sign of her two abductors, she took a moment to reflect on her time so far, but for some reason didn’t feel threatened anymore, if anything she was craving for some attention.
After some time the doctor finally came into the new room, her heart skipped a beat as he looked at her and smiled. For the doctor this was the big test, and he walked over to unlock the cage door.
“Good morning my slave, did you sleep well?” asked the doctor as he opened the door to the cage and then casually walked over to sit on a couch.
Amy was a little confused, but the words from her mouth seemed to feel right. “Good morning, Master, thank you I had a wonderful sleep.” She remained in the cage, even though her freedom was there to be taken.
“Come to me, slave,” the doctor commanded. Amy crawled on her knees over to the doctor, she knelt legs apart and bowed her head, hands behind her back.
The doctor almost came in his pants, this vision before him was more than he could have dreamed of, and all of his hard work had paid off.
He needed to test her, he needed to know just how submissive she was. But he was ready with his back up just in case. A syringe was on the couch next to him, ready to subdue her if needed. He unzipped his trousers and let his monstrous erection free.
Amy saw the erect penis in her peripheral vision, she smiled.
“Make Master happy, slave.” Commanded the doctor in a smooth but authoritative voice.
Amy crawled forward, the look of complete seduction and devotion on her face and placed a hand on the doctor's shaft, she slowly massaged his cock and took the head in her mouth, never taking her eyes off of him.
The doctor was beyond pleased, the smooth mouth on his cock which was warm and lovingly worshipping him was too much, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, savouring the moment.
The small pain in the doctor's thigh seemed mild, he thought maybe it was an itch that was there briefly but had gone, then he felt a little woozy and realised his cock was no longer receiving the attention from his slave.
He opened his eyes to see Amy still kneeling at his feet, a syringe in her hand and a smile on her face. Before he had time to contemplate anything, he fell into a deep sleep.
Cncplayer501 had been out running errands and on his return to the warehouse he was confused at seeing the shutter door open. He parked the van and cautiously walked into the warehouse.
The first thing he noticed was Amy’s car had gone. He raised an eyebrow and called out to the doctor. There was silence, except a quiet mumbling sound.
He looked up towards the sound and found the doctor. He was naked, fists in balls of tape, gagged with a huge ball and sitting in the cage twelve feet in the air.
“What the fuck!” Was all he could say.
It had been a week since Amy had escaped, the only person who had missed her was her friend Abby, who was worried sick. Amy had been gone for over two weeks, and nobody had seen or heard from her.
The authorities were not bothered by Abby’s concerns, a small investigation found her credit card had bought a plane ticket to Europe, they didn’t check to see if she boarded the flight, it was clear to them that she had taken a break.
Amy was self-employed, so there was nobody to miss her there, her income came from her OnlyFans account, as she indulged in various acts of sexual depravity and bondage scenarios. Her fanbase was huge and she was not in any financial worries.
The doctor and Cncplayer501 had kept a very low profile for the first week, the warehouse was abandoned but they kept a watch on the CCTV, expecting the police to turn up at any moment. But it never happened.
Somehow everything just seemed to go back to normal, Amy went on with her life and the doctor returned to the warehouse to continue his research and wonder what went wrong.
It was around two months later, the doctor was working on a new formula for the programming sub routine, his dream still there he just needed to fine tune it.
There was a loud bang on the shutter door and the doctor jumped in surprise. He looked on the CCTV and saw a lone figure wearing a hoodie.
“Who the hell could that be?” he said to himself as he wandered over to the shutter thinking it was a delivery he had forgotten about.
As the shutter rolled up, the figure came into view, and the doctor gasped in shock.
“Hello, Master. Worm reporting for duty,” said the young beautiful trans woman with a smile.