{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"a505ee7f-9e32-4102-8a30-c466663195a9","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-10-05T22:18:48.729Z","title":"A new life for Isabelle","slug":"a-new-life-for-isabelle","shortId":"EtncUfwr","authorNote":"Hi, thank you to those who read my last story and wrote. This is another pretty extreme one, and I'd love to hear more from anyone who reads this one as well to give me feedback and comments. I can be reached at Abigailmclace@gmail.com. Thank you so much and enjoy!","disclaimer":"I do not advise performing any of the acts contained within this story in real life. Please do not redistribute or copy this story without my permission. Thank you!","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A girl taking the ultimate steps to become a living sex toy","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"3cd1250f-3889-4a74-92d3-2ef6081161ec","title":null,"summary":"Isabelle was more than just nervous and anxious as she stepped off the bus and started to make her w","wordCount":2602,"readTime":13,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Isabelle was more than just nervous and anxious as she stepped off the bus and started to make her way down the street towards the agreed meeting place. She was also excited. Her slightly loose sundress blew around her in the breeze and she could feel it rushing up through the bottom and blowing on her bare, and very horny, pussy. She broke into a grin as she rounded a corner and saw a long black car with tinted windows sitting in a back alley. He had come!

Her new life had begun a few months back with a single message. She had been playing around on one of the chat sites she enjoyed and had just finished RPing an insane fantasy of hers, which involved being turned in a living sex toy and sold and passed around by strangers. The message that came through was a single one from someone that she wasn’t chatting with, nor did she recognize the name. It simply read. “Want to make your fantasy a reality?” and held a link to an encrypted site. She sat considering it for a moment. Decided that she could trust her antivirus software, she clicked on it, just for kicks. There, someone had laid out exactly how to make her fantasy a reality. By the time she finished reading it, she had cum multiple times. Whoever was on the other end just messaged, “yes or no?”

Isabelle typed back “yes.”

It all slowly escalated from there as plans were made and put into motion all with this anonymous person. When the time came, she didn’t renew her lease on her apartment, and she started to sell everything that she owned and drained her bank account. She told all of her friends and family that she was going to Mexico on a trip and bought plane tickets. Finally, she quit her job, destroyed her computer, and left without luggage. She flew down to Mexico, and once there, took her phone and threw it on the back of a driving truck, hoping that it would take it far away and she took a bus back to the border. A stolen passport got her back through, she used the little bit of cash she had to buy a bus ticket and traveled North to a backwater city where she could meet him. She had no idea what he looked like, or anything about him, where she was going, or precisely what was to be done to her and she had done her best to make sure no one could follow her.

She knocked on the back window and it rolled down slowly.The car was partitioned like a taxi but with a dark divider between them and a robotically voice spoke. “You actually did it?” She nodded and there was a moment of silence. “What’s in your bag?”

\t“Just a bit of gum and a tiny bit of cash” She said, opening it and showing it to the divider.

\t“Your phone?”

\t“Back in Mexico, where I made sure I was last seen,” Isabelle said proudly. “No one is following me.”

“Good” the voice commanded. “Toss the purse over in that dumpster, with your dress and shoes.”

Isabelle grinned and quickly pulled the sun dress over her head and tossed both it and her purse into the dumpster. Her 19 year old body was exposed to the world, waxed and pale and perfectly thin and tiny. She then climbed into the car. She had no way to communicate with anyone, no one could follow her, she didn’t even have any clothes anymore. She shivered and let out a sigh. It was perfect.

There was a large, black and thick blindfold on the seat. “Put that on until I tell you to take it off” he said and she gladly did. The car started, and they were driving.

How long exactly they drove, she didn’t know. It could have been 3 hours or 10, and for all she knew, they were driving in circles and were only 5 minutes from where they started. She had no clue where she was going to end up.

Finally when the car stopped, she heard the man get out and walk over to her side, and open it. He helped her stand on the rough stony ground and guided her forward. “I hope you’ve said your goodbyes to the sun, you won’t be seeing it ever again” the voice said with a robotic laugh.

Isabelle smiled and turned up towards the sky, “farewell sun!!” she said, laughing.

Then the stony ground was replaced by smooth hard concrete and stairs downwards. There was a pause, a rush of cool, dry air, a few more steps forward, and then a loud thud as a door shut behind them. Then the robotic voice began to speak. “Because I don’t want to run any risk of you ever being able to identify me, and for you to never know who it is that is torturing your body, there are some modifications that must be made.”

“These are going to be extreme and irreversible modifications, so I am going to give you one last chance. If you tell me that you don’t want this, I will bring you back to where I picked you up and leave you there and that shall be the end of it.”

Isabelle took a deep breath and then spoke. “You may do whatever you want to this body. I thank you for the choice, but I made it when I stepped into the car.”

“I am glad to hear it,” the robotic voice told her. “First we must do away with your vision. When I give the command, you are to raise your blindfold and open your eyes.” Isabelle waited a few moments and then did so and all she saw was a flash of extremely bright light as a flash went off, leaving her vision white. Then she felt two pricks in her eyes and a sharp pain. “You’re now blind for the rest of your life.” The robotic voice spoke, and indeed as the white faded, she could see only black.

Isabelle pissed herself as she came. The thought of being blinded for this was so hot to her that she didn’t even need to touch herself to do so. It didn’t stop her from furiously rubbing out a second orgasm though and she came again only a few moments later.

“Clean up your piss you little whore” the voice spoke.

“How?” she asked.

“Lick it up”

Isabelle nodded and got to her knees and started licking the concrete floor. With gusto she began licking up her own piss. It was salty and bitter and the floor was dirty with concrete dust and that taste was terrible and soon her tongue ached. She didn’t stop until she could not find a single further spot of wet on the floor.

A gloved hand roughly grabbed her throat and heaved her against the wall, hard. She gasped but didn’t resist as she was beaten by a paddle, turning her ass bright red and making it ache. It felt so good to her and she moaned each time.

“It is time for your next modification now” the voice said once the beating stopped. “I want to make certain that you are never able to tell anyone about your experiences here. I am going to sever your vocal cords now, as well as again in the future to make sure that they don’t heal up.”

Isabelle quivered in excitement. It was really happening. The modifications to her body that they had discussed and that she had come to dream of, they were all going to happen. She nodded.

“Any final words?”

“Thank you for granting a wish to this useless, cum dump cunt and turning my into the ultimate toy” Isabelle said. Something was then forced down her throat and she felt a few hot pinches. Then it retracted and she tried to speak. Only a few painful rushes of air came out and she smiled and mouthed thank you. She felt a sudden hardness against her pussy and then it began vibrating and pulsing, and within a moment, she was screaming through another orgasm, this time, almost completely silently.

She was then beaten again, this time on her small tits with a thin cane, and she was almost certain that she could feel blood dripping down them afterwards as they stung terribly. She endured it happily, knowing this is what she wanted. This was what she needed, and now it would be the rest of her life.

“Now for your final modification for today” the voice declared and Isabelle smiled. She knew what it was and was more than ready. “So that I can stop using this stupid voice changer, I’m going to deafen you. Never will you hear the voice of the man fucking you, never will you see his face. Never will you speak my name or even ever know it. Just like the little stupid toy you are.”

A few moments passed and she felt a sharp sensation in one ear and then a loud ringing, followed by the same ringing in the other. Slowly it dimmed to nothingness as she was left in a silent darkness, unable to scream.

She felt hands on her, throwing her to the floor. A weight, heavy on top of her, and then pushing into her. Her captor fucked her hard into the floor, grinding her body into the concrete. He fucked her mercilessly until he came inside her and then got up and dragged her by her hair into a cage, barely large enough to cram her inside of and forced her in and the door shut. That was her first day of her new captivity. In the dark and silence, she brought herself to orgasm as she waited for another touch.

A year later, Isabelle's body had been modified to beyond recognition. She woke to her box being opened, which she could tell through only the grating vibrations that it made when the lid was removed. By the large rings that were put deep through her breasts and her pubic mound her limbless torso was lifted from her box. The rings served as handles for suspending her, or holding her while using her and there were two more in her back near her shoulder blades.

The Stranger, the name that she had given to the man who imprisoned her, roughly fucked her as he walked and carried her somewhere. Using the rings in her tits, he slammed her pussy up and down on his cock, heedless of the pain that she was in. Her breasts always felt like they were going to tear apart when he did this to her, but she no longer had a say in it. Eventually he slammed her down onto the hard floor and kept fucking her even harder until he came inside her pussy and she felt the rush of hot cum inside. He gently tugged on the little chain attached to her clit and she tried to moan, but no sound came out.

Then she felt him pull out and spin her around and place his dick at her mouth. She opened wide and he slid it in all the way to the base and started to fuck her throat. Once he was clean of his cum he held it less deeply for her to clean as best she could and then he took a long sour piss down her throat. Either he had been holding it, or it was early morning. She no longer had any sense of day or night, or even how many days or years had passed. All she was aware of were her fuckings and her torture sessions.

She greedily drank his piss and once she was done, cleaned his cock again. Then he lifted her and she felt him attaching her to her suspensions by the rings in her back. Her pussy got wet and she winked her little asshole, knowing that it was going to be a torture session.

It started as a bright red line across her back, the whip. It made her bleed, she knew that much. She had been forced to taste the iron metallic liquid that was wiped from her back before after a long whipping, and she guessed this time would be no different. Her body shuddered and then the second strike came.

Fifty strikes were laid across her body, covering every part of her. She felt a rough hand playing with one of her nipples which stung and burned and she guessed that it had been split or cut in the ordeal. The hand felt slick with something as it rubbed her pussy and a fist was roughly shoved into her, taking a large portion of her weight.

Then she caught a whiff of lemon, and suddenly her body was on fire as the Stranger poured lemon juice over her cuts. With one hand he roughly massaged her tit, working it into the wounds and making it burn more. Isabelle thrashed about as best she could, but to little avail. Soon she was cumming from the helplessness of it.

She was then bathed in salt water and dried, her body burning with pain, and placed back into her box, her use complete for now.

Some time later, she was removed again. This time she felt multiple hands on her, far more than two. Then she felt two dicks slide into her, one into her pussy, the other into her ass. She came quickly, this making her confront her deepest fear and desire. That the Stranger might not be The Stranger. He could have passed her on to another person, and so on, and she would never have known for certain. And that was how it should be, after all she was just a toy.

\tShe was fucked hard and then passed about. She lost track of how many people fucked her, which told her that it was a very large party. Perhaps the Stranger had drugged her and brought her to a club and was allowing anyone there who wanted to to use her. Perhaps whoever owned her now owned a club, and this was to be her new life, days of constant use instead of long times spent alone and going mad in the box.

\tThen, after her mind had gone blank, she felt herself being hung up, and then a flash of pain again. Another whipping so soon? She marveled. She counted out the strokes that rebroke her already torn and burning skin. It was another fifty. Then she smelt wine wafted under her nose and tried to scream as it was splashed onto her. Fifty drinks were poured onto her body, burning it with alcohol. She was delirious with the pain.

\tA vibrator was fixed to her exposed clit and then turned on, and she started driving up to the edge. Her body quivered and shook what little it could as she got closer and closer to the edge. When she rose up over it and squirted as she came from the pain and the sensations, she gasped and convulsed. Then, to her horror, it didn’t stop. The vibrator kept going until she came again. And then again. Slowly they grew more and more painful and she shook her head for it to stop.

\tA heavy slap came across her face. She knew she wasn’t to communicate with the outside world anymore. She would suffer for that now, and probably more later. So the vibrator didn’t stop. Eventually, the pain and the orgasms made her black out and when she came to again, she could feel the familiar feelings of the box. Everything burned and ached, and Isabelle was happy.

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