{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"81139dfd-db97-47ca-ace9-d2f032ca73cd","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-02-03T16:10:43.747Z","title":"Tom's Pillow","slug":"toms-pillow","shortId":"yACb0ZIP","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A girl gets abducted and turned into a helpless object for her captor's pleasure.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"c434f55b-8da0-4d4d-9113-88dc5ec20fe9","title":null,"summary":" Margaret was on the last year of college. After she'd get her degree in Social studies,","wordCount":6860,"readTime":34,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"
Margaret was on the last year of college. After she'd get her degree in Social studies, she'd return to her hometown and her family until a job opportunity arose. She was walking home from another class that day. The sun glistening on her skin and her long blond hair, shining on her green eyes. It was another day waiting at the bus stop. She dressed casually when going to campus, usually blue jeans and a t-shirt with some bands name on it.

She was one of those girls that didn't have to try too hard to look beautiful, her slim silhouette looked great in any kind of clothes and her breasts weren't big but certainly not small either. She was listening to music on her cellphone and didn't pay any attention to the man staring at her intensely from a few feet away. He wore a leather jacket and looked a little sleep-deprived. He was in his mid 30s,and a bit skinny. When Margaret turned her head towards him, he averted his eyes to the bus that had just arrived.

The following days were hard for Margaret. College assignments had piled up and she fell to bed exhausted most of the nights. One night she had stayed up late to finish one of them. \"Dammit,run out of coffee!\"She noticed. \"I'm going to collapse if i don't drink some.\" She thought and went down to the nearest 24/7 store to buy some.

It was dark but the street lights provided some light. It's not like she hadn't walked around this neighborhood all the time. As she was making her way to the register, she saw through the store's window, on the sidewalk, a man's form. She kept moving but her eyes stayed on the strange man for another moment. She couldn't see him very well, but the way he stood like he was watching inside the store, crept her out very much. Margaret paid for her coffee and,as she walked outside to take a better look at the man, she realized he was gone, almost like he had vanished.

The next day began badly. After having spent the whole night studying, Margaret slept through her alarm clock's rings. \"SHIT!SHIT!SHIT!\" she yelled at herself for missing the first class as she was getting dressed as quickly as possible. After a tough day she returned home in the afternoon, fell like a sack of potatoes on her couch and turned on the T.V.

After about an hour and a half of mindlessly browsing through the endless sitcoms and chat shows, it was time for bed. As she she headed toward her bedroom, she heard a ring at the door. \"Weird\",she thought to herself. She usually knew in advance if any of her friends would drop over at her place. She opened the door slowly, and saw the same man she had seen the day before. He was smiling but there was something unnerving about him. Surprised, but still polite, she asked. \"Can i help you?\" The man introduced himself.

\"Hi,my name is Tom, we just moved in the apartment next to yours with my wife and i thought i come and say hello to my new neighbor. \"Margaret relaxed. The apartment next door was empty the last 6 months. They must be the new occupants. \"Welcome then! My name is Margaret. Please come in\".

She was always friendly and hospitable when meeting new people. Tom walked inside. As Margaret turned her back on him to close the door he took out a soaked rag and pressed it on her face, holding her head tightly to his chest with one hand, and her one hand from removing the rag with his other. She tried to scream but the rag was over her mouth, muffling her attempts at calling for help. She panickly inhaled quickly, and the fumes from the rag got to their work. In a few seconds, her moans subsided and she went limp on Tom's hands.

November 15 2014

When Margaret woke up her head was feeling like it weighed over 100 pounds. The pain was there along with a weird numbness that spread on her whole body.The small room she was in was dark and almost empty. She was lying naked down a surgical table, and an oxygen mask had been put on her face.

She heard the beeping sounds of a cardiograph. After 2 or 3 seconds that seemed like hours, she opened her eyes. What she saw made her shriek to the red ballgag that was also strapped in her mouth. Both her legs and arms were missing! Where her pelvis ended were now only two big patches. Same with her arms,that had been amputated at the end of her shoulders.She begun breathing heavily and her heart rate increased rapidly.

Without limbs she was unable to move herself in any way besides wiggling in place and that increased her panicked state. Just then,a shadow immerged from her side. Tom injected a drug into the serum that was connected to a needle on her neck and Margaret slipped back into unconsciousness.

Tom was sitting next to her when she woke up the second time. He was running his finger around her cute breasts and her soft belly,and the prettiest belly button he had ever seen. He had admired it many times before,that past summer,when she wore those shirts that end just above it. He had watched her on the beach one time too, walking across the sand on a hot bikini. But now, she was finally his.

\"I had to put you out again for your own safety\", he said like he was apologizing, when he saw her wake up.

\"Your heart rate cannot be too high so close after the operation. \"She turned her look to him. It was clear she wanted to launch at him, to kill him for what he had done to her, but due to her last struggle and the additional medication,she was very weak now. Her hateful look turned into one of despair and her eyes started watering. She sobbed into her gag, realizing the true magnitude of her predicament. \"I know it's hard for you right now, but i promise you you'll get used to this. You're mine now and that's not going to change,ever. The faster you come to terms with this the better.\"

He talked slowly and calmly. She looked at him in disbelief, but kept sobbing and crying, her moans now the only sound in the small room, except from the constantly beeping cardiograph.

The next days the oxygen mask was removed and so was the serum that basically fed her till then. Feeding her was the toughest part. Tom tried to be patient but after the third time of spitting in his face and angrily swearing curses at him, he had to find a better and quieter way. He found a medical plastic tube, just like the ones they used for stomach evacuation. He took the ball gag and made a hole at its center, then squeezed the tube through it.

\"Please,don't do this.I'll be quiet i swear.. \"Margaret begged him,but there wasn't much she could do as Tom pushed it down her throat and secured the gag tightly in place. Margaret regretted her behavior in the next days. Not only was the feeling of being force-fed horrible and humiliating, she also lost the opportunity to negotiate with her captor a way she could let her go, because there was no reason for her gag to be removed now.

But the worst of all was of course the fact that her limbs were gone. She couldn't even slither like a worm or a snake, just stood on that uncomfortable table,in that same room, watching Tom enter every once in a while and feed her or remove her peeing bag. She felt so humiliated and helpless,thinking that even if someone managed to find her,she would never return to her old life. She felt like less like a human and more as some of sort of lesser animal or thing. She would cry herself to sleep every night, hoping next day she would wake up and all this would a horrible dream.

November 28 2014

It was night time, but Margaret didn't know it.Her \"room\" had no windows to and the door was always locked. She was looking up at the ceiling, lost in her own mind, trying to think of how long she must have been there and if her friends or family had contacted the police by now. Tom walked in the room and walked towards her. She stared at him, afraid of what he might do. He had already fed her twice today, so she didn't know the reason for his presence.

He checked the patches on her wounds and a big smile formed on his face. \"They have healed faster than i expected!\" he said but in a way that showed he was more talking to himself than Margaret. He slowly removed them and Margaret so a scar where her hand used to be. It was big, but not deep. It had take the color of her skin and that pleased Tom even more. She saw him remove all the patches, then her \"feeding gag\" as he called it.

She started screaming for help as loud as she could, although her throat was sore from the tube and her voice came out croaky and weak. He went on a nearby drawer and took another type of gag. This one was all black and had a phallus about 5 inches long attached to it. Margaret was so intent on making the best out of her chance to call for help, she didn't notice Tom walk behind her jam the gag inside her mouth. She was taken by surprise and started choking and gagging on the phallus that pressed against her throat.Tom pushed it until he heard the gag getting hooked under her teeth. The mechanism kept her jaw wide open at all times and added another cause of discomfort.

\"If you relax and breath normally you'll have no problem\", he advised her. She calmed down a bit and tried to plead to him to remove it. The moan that escaped was much quieter than the previous ones, as her mouth was practically filled with the rubber intruder.

Then Tom did something he had never done before.He picked her up in his arms and head towards the door. Her instinct told her to struggle, to try to avoid what was happening or what was going to happen to her, but after a few seconds she stopped. It was pointless.He held her like a big baby in his arms without any problem as he walked outside the room.

Tom's house wasn't very big. It was a 2 room apartment with a hallway between the rooms. Margaret looked at it and thought that, maybe she wasn't so far from her own home. Tom walked inside his bedroom, where a single size bed stood next to a small desk with a laptop on it. Tom placed her on the bed and started unzipping his pants. Margaret started sobbing at the thought of what would happen but she started gagging again and tried to stop.

\"That's where you'll place in the house will be. You'll be my own live pillow, so it's only fitting.\" He sat on the side of the bed and picked her up, holding her at her waist ,she jerked her head left and right,to signal her objection, but he steadily lowered her on his hard dick. Margaret screamed as he penetrated her violently. He used her waist to force her up and down and came quickly. He then removed the phallus from her gag, and rotated her upside down. Once he lead her gaping mouth towards his cock, she couldn't do anything to prevent Tom from sliding her up and down. He occasionally just held her vertically, and let gravity force her deep into him. Margaret had never deep-throated anyone, much less upside down. She choked and almost fainted from suffocating.

When he finished he put the gag back on. She still felt his seed on her tongue and now the gag made sure the taste would stay there. Her privates hurt from the abuse and she wanted to die from her misery. He placed her sideways on the top of the bed and said to her.\"This is the last time i'll be talking to you. You are my pillow after all and it would be stupid to address objects. I just want you to understand that this will be your life from now on, so come to peace with it.\"

Margaret looked blankly at space, but his words rang in her ears like a death sentence or worse. This was certainly worse, she thought. He flipped the light switch off and fell asleep immediately, with a smile on his face, clutching his new pillow in his arms while a barely audible cry was all that could be heard in the room.

May 4 2015

It was a warm sunny day outside. The cicadas were buzzing cheerfully. Tom's half open shades let some sun rays through his bedroom window. She woke up first as was usually the case, feeling Tom's saliva on her skin. It took a while for her to get used to the weight of his head against her soft belly. But Tom was a real drooler in his sleep, and everyday she would wake up (whenever she managed to fall asleep) with a soaked belly or breasts. Margaret had gotten used to that too,eventually.

It was part of her life, now. It was a horrific one, from every view possible, but humans have a quality to adjust to every situation, even more so if that situation is unchangeable. Tom's attitude towards her played a great role in her mental conditioning. Her muffled protests during the first months were never met with replies or threats. A harsh pinch on her nipples or two fingers over her nose sent the message quicker than any words could. She was totally under Tom's control and coming to terms with it just meant fewer suffering.

Now she didn't even tried to talk whenever he removed the black gag in order to force-feed her with the red one. It all seemed so pointless now. No one would ever rescue her now, after so many months. Especially since they had already come to Tom's house asking for information. She tried to forget about that day, the thought of it alone, made her heart sink.

It was a Monday, she remembered it because Tom had left the radio in his room open. He had just used her once more and was now making dinner when a knock on the door was heard. Tom never had guests over and Margaret had noticed. She started screaming at the top of her lungs and struggle as much as she could. Tom looked through the eye-hole on his door and saw two police officers waiting. \"Just a minute!\" he yelled nervously and went to the bedroom. he picked up Margaret and held her against his torso with a hand.He opened the closet where he kept his laundry and placed her inside the wooden basket. He threw a bunch of clothes over her too, to silence her even more and closed the closet. He opened the door trying to look as relaxed as possible.

\"Hello. We were wondering if you could help us with a missing person. She lives a few blocks away. \"Said the policeman. The other one showed him the picture of a girl. She had green eyes and gold hair and her smile made her even more beautiful than she already was.

\"No i don't think i've ever seen her. \"Said Tom. Margaret's screams couldn't reach the men's ears but she didn't know that. She could her them talking pretty well and the fact that she knew she was so close to freedom made her even more miserable. She couldn't get enough leverage to knock the basket she was in down. The clothes that covered her made breathing more difficult too, and thus she got tired quickly.

\"Are you sure?\" said the man, who also looked tired. \"Yes\", Tom simply said. \"I'll be sure to inform you if i see her anywhere though\". The two police officers thanked him for his time and left.

Other than that no one had visited Tom. He spend mornings away at work, then return at midday and stayed home until the next morning. He usually left her on his bed while he was away, but just to be sure she wouldn't alert anyone, he would cover her eyes with a blindfold. That way,even if she could manage to move, she would be unable to find help. Those four-five hours every day drove her to the brink of madness. She laid there, without any visual stimuli, her mind the only company she had.

And it was a bad company at that. She couldn't doze off that easily and forget about her past, that she was a person, with friends, family and a life of her own. These thoughts would only hurt her now, and therefore she didn't want them anymore. When Tom returned he would usually feed her for the day, mostly a creamy mix he had made himself,consisting of dog food and any leftovers he might had, all mashed in a blender. He sometimes added his piss or sperm in the mix, especially when he the portion wasn't enough. Margaret had realized that the food would sometimes knock her out, in order for Tom to clean her and brush her teeth, although a lot of times he liked to take baths with his 'pillow' and clean her then.

As with everything, she had no choice. She couldn't starve herself to death, because of the tube that was forcefully pushed down her throat, and she couldn't injure herself fatally, as Tom had removed any sharp objects or furniture from his room. Sometimes she wished he would just get tired of her and just end her misery. But after a few weeks, she wasn't even that high of a maintenance. She was truly as important to him, as a furniture or a device you own. An object to make him ejaculate and a pillow to cuddle with its smooth and soft material.

When he was bored he would often play with her, although she didn't consider whatever was happening at those times \"play\". He loved to torture her sensitive nipples. He would stick clothe pins on them and watch her moan in pain. After a few times, he would get bored again and added more pins in more places of her butchered body. Her clit, her ears, the inside of her thighs, her armpits. He'd look at her eyes pleading him for mercy, as she knew that trying to talk would grand her even greater suffering. When those pretty brown eyes started welling up, he knew she had reach her limit.

That didn't mean he stopped though. A lot of times when he was taking a bath with her, he would hold her underwater for increasing periods of time. He enjoyed her squirming but that also increased her breath-holding ability, which came in handy whenever she deep-throated him. He liked her long hair and that's why he hadn't cut them off. He used them to secure Margaret, usually on his bedpost or wherever she could slide off. Once he tied them to ceiling fan and watched her swing back and forth. It was so cute! Tom really liked cuddling with his pillow in front of the T.V. Her soft flawless skin and her warm body felt great against him. Those times he blindfolded her. \"Objects don't watch T.V\" he had thought to himself. Still, Margaret enjoyed the sounds coming from it. It distracted her from her situation and her thoughts and she remained rather peaceful at those times.

January 19 2016

Margaret turned 24 that day. Of course, she didn't know that. Days and weeks flew by and whatever semblance of time she had came from a rare glimpse on the weather outside, or most importantly, the heat inside the house. She had gotten used to being naked and rarely got cold. On the summer though, Tom was getting hot by her warm belly, so he often laid his head on her breasts and her curvy butt.

More importantly, Margaret had started to forget. People's faces, facts about her past life, most of it was a blur now, like a weird dream. That encouraged her mental deterioration. It wasn't obvious really, she didn't had to do any actual mental task. But it showed on the way she was with Tom. She never fought back or protest anymore. She never struggled when he force-fed her, even when she tasted his bodily fluids. She didn't complain when he tortured her for his amusement. More notably, she lately had started to seek sexual release from her time with Tom. During the first year, Tom's sexual urges were something she just had to carry through. At best, she tried to make him finish quickly, so he would leave her alone.

But now,all her inhibitions had been thrown away. She would often try to entice Tom by wiggling her hips and offering him her holes. Being fucked was the only think she could enjoy in her life now, so she tried to take advantage of it. Tom had noticed that, although he didn't care much either way. He used her holes just like before, and was happy that he didn't need to hold her in place so much, as she was willingly bouncing on his penis.

But when Tom saw her manage to orgasm in two different occasions, an idea entered his mind. He returned home one day holding a plastic bag and went straight to his bedroom. He took out an 8 inch dildo, a remote control and a metal belt that went through the legs and had a holder just beneath the crotch area. Margaret looked at it afraid but also hopeful that she would have some long awaited release. Without saying a word, Tom placed the dildo on the belts holder, the strapped the belt tightly above Margaret's pelvis. She found it uncomfortable, both the metal pressing against her waist and the big dildo that was placed inside her without a drop of lubrication. Tom pressed a button on the remote control, and she felt a strong buzzing sensation inside her. It felt good, it felt really good! A moan escaped her as she tried to get every corner of her insides touched by moving around as much as she could. Tom laughed at the sight and then clicked another button. The vibrator continued buzzing but it wasn't as powerful as before. Margaret looked at him confused. \"Why he would lower the setting?\" she thought. A smirk emerged on Tom's face and he left the room, closing the door behind him.

10 hours had passed since her belt was put on.Margaret was losing her mind at this point. She felt like her own body taunted her.Aroused for so long but unable to orgasm, no matter how much she tried. She had been sweating profusely and had dehydrated a lot. The inviting pressure on her pussy walls was now a painful, never-ending tease. He had found a new way to torment her. When Tom entered the room it was almost midnight. She looked at him with the same pleading eyes and yelled through the penis-gag that nested inside her mouth. She had forgotten she couldn't do that. \"Oh..not again\" mumbled Tom and pinched her nipples so hard Margaret thought he would snap them off. She whimpered in pain and then stayed quiet, regretful for her action.

Tom watched her for a few seconds that seemed like hours to her, and then removed her belt. He picked her up and lowered her towards his erect cock. He stopped at the point where the tip came in contact with Margaret's wet orifice. She jerked in his hands, trying to rub herself on there. Tom laughed again and instead, placed her on the bed next to him. He removed the phallus from her mouth and for the first time in a long time talked to her.\"You have to make me cum if you want me to fuck you.\"

He laid sideways on the bed, his now semi-hard penis pointing towards her. She tried to crawl towards, even though she had learned very well, that just her shoulders and her hips didn't provide much traction. He watched her edge her way, little by little, until she finally reached his member. She put her gaping mouth around it and started moving her head back and forth, sucking and licking like it was the biggest test of her life. She had done that before but not like this, for the first time it meant something, there was a goal for her.

After 15 minutes of experiencing the best blowjob in his life, Tom ejaculated inside her throat. She swallowed it obediently like every time he had finished there. She had experienced very well how much Tom liked that. She would not ruin her opportunity at an orgasm after all that torture. She was praying that he wasn't tired now. He usually
fucked her twice every time, except if he was tired, he'd fall asleep after a single and fast pump.

Thankfully for her, after he put her gag back on, Tom picked her up again. This time he thrust her down his again throbbing penis. She was a bit numb from the torturing vibrator but so worked up it didn't matter at all. She needed him more than ever, she needed his dick more than anything. He increased his speed and so did Margaret's breathing. Every push against her cunt produced a moan, and the rhythmic melody of it all accelerated... until Margaret came hard, squirting a bit on Tom's legs. Her muscles twitched and any sound stopped, then she exhaled relieved.

August 22 2016

She wore the belt everyday from then on. Tom started watering her once a day, in addition to her meals. It was necessary to keep her skin alive and beautiful, otherwise the everyday torment of the belt would suck all the \"juice\" from her young body.

Margaret hated the belt more than anything,and that subsequently nurtured a new hate towards her owner. Tom bought new batteries every week,to make sure she would wear it 24 hours a day,all the time. Being in a constant state of arousal was a nightmare for her. Unlike her shorter previous torments, this one was something she could not ignore, and that frustration was messing with her mind.

Sex was all she could think of and all she thought of. Now,she wanted Tom to cuddle her, to hold her in his arms so that maybe, just maybe,she could reach over that impeccable hurdle. Tom sometimes teased her himself, rubbing her erect nipples and grabbing her ass, massaging her ass hole or simply sliding his fingers up and down her belly. She sometimes would seem to be close to achieving her desire, but then, with just a cruel click of the remote, he would lower the setting even more, preventing his living toy from cumming.

The look she gave him every-time he did that was priceless. It showed her desperation, seeing how she was so close and yet not orgasming, followed by disappointment, knowing that she wasn't gonna be allowed and there was nothing she could do about it, as she was not allowed to talk back or,try to anyway.

Her blindfolded hours were now even worse. Having her sight taken away, it was even harder to distract herself from the buzzing invader. Her mind was feeding on sexual imagery, as a reflex to her never-ending arousal. She wasn't the person she knew she was. Her mind had cleared most of her old memories . She tried to remember her parents faces. Their image was blurry and unfocused. She was drifting away from her humanity and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She had been turned into a sex object and her mind craved one thing...

Tom. The only one who could release her from her misery,even for only a few minutes, even if HE was the one that caused all this to her. It didn't matter anymore. Her rational brain had stopped being in charge.

October 25 2017

\"Margaret. My name is Margaret. I am a human being, i have a sense of self and i have a right to live with dignity and respect.... Nooo, just let go of that, just try to focus on taking that buzzing dildo out of your head for a while.... but i must otherwise... OTHERWISE what? You are trapped in this house for years. What's gonna change? who's gonna save you now?.. god this stupid thing is killing me!\"

This dialogue with herself occurred everyday during those times. She had started to go insane from the endless teasing of her permanent belt and the sensory deprivation she experienced. Tom now left the blindfold on and would often forget to take it off for days. He once liked to look at her sad eyes, that had turned into lustful ones since the day the belt went on. But he didn't care anymore. He had started caring about other things, though.

He was living the house at night, something he had never done before with her around. After all this time, he knew he was safe to do that. Nobody would find him now and Margaret had no chance of escaping like this. He'd leave her all plugged in her own darkness, usually with her nipples painfully pinned and when he returned late at night,he would give her her \"reward\" for her suffering. After his night outs he was often more or less drunk so he lasted only for four-five minutes before falling asleep completely drained.

She had learned that and tried her best to get her orgasm as quickly as possible, before he was done. But sometimes she wasn't able and she'd have to return to her only peace of clothing unsatisfied, whimpering that she didn't get the only pleasure that the day held for her.

Now, whenever he fucked her, it was a treat. The more the better. Two times a day was great. Three,amazing! After all these years, she instinctively knew every detail about Tom. The way he thrust when he was close to ejaculate,the violent groping he did when he wasn't that hard. She knew his penis like no woman could ever know something. Every vein on his shaft, every hair on his pubic area, every wrinkle on his balls. She knew them, or at least she felt like she did.

But her craving for sexual release was also what would doom her ego. Wanting to be used, by her captor, wanting to be constantly fucked by the man that had cut off her limbs and imprisoned her in this state. That wasn't something her former self, Margaret, would just let happen, and whether or not she wanted that was irrelevant.

Tom enjoyed the attention he got. Even though she couldn't express it verbally, her body did the talking just fine. He especially liked whenever he would go to remove her belt, while she was blindfolded. The moment she would realize what was happening was so cute to him. She'd start moaning in lust and try to crawl towards the direction of his hands, in vain of course.

He also liked addressing her occasionally,as it gave him the chance to play with her more and also break her mentally, faster. \"If you do a good blowjob, i won't piss on your meal today\" or \"how many times i cum is how many hours you can spend without the belt\" were a few simple motivators. It didn't matter that Tom could force her down his dick however and whenever he wanted. It was the fact that SHE wanted to please him and she would do everything in her minimal power to do so.

Tom had started playing with her hearing too. Taking away one more sense from his toy made her feel even more dependent on him. The canal-type earphones he put in her ears were taped in place over them, so she couldn't remove them by jerking her head. Margaret kept discovering new ways that a person could suffer, just as she was starting to accept her belt as her inevitable way of going through the day.The clarity that was left inside her mind was being destroyed by the sounds that violated her every day. These sounds ranged from disturbingly loud white noise to relaxing sea sounds, depending on whether or not Tom was satisfied with her. Sometimes, he just tortured her for no apparent reason. Looping sound clips from hardcore pornography on the mp3 player he had neatly taped on her left side. The volume was turned up to max and she was left to suffer for hours.

Unable to concentrate even on her own thoughts, Margaret's mind gave up. She didn't note the exact moment it happened, how could she,anyway? It wasn't important though. What was important was that She was no longer Margaret, not just in her captor's eyes, but in hers as well. The sweet, kind girl that wanted to become a teacher, that had two best friends named Elisa and Sarah, that always separated her rice from her beans.

She was just Tom's living sex toy, his pillow, something he killed time with. The dialogue that used to take place in her head didn't happen. But the answer had already been given.

March 15 2018

Tom was taking a bath with her after a while. She felt him pick her up after six hours (or was it sixteen?) of the usual sensory deprivation.He placed her on the bathroom sink. He took off the music player and the earphones. Then he unlocked her belt with a loud click and slowly removed the drenched dildo from her over-sensitive hole. To her surprise, he also removed the blindfold. \"I think i need to clean that,too.\" He murmured as he stepped in the warm water with his flesh pillow in his hands. She blinked repeatedly before being able to open her eyes to the bathroom's light. The water felt great on her skin. Her crotch was resting on Tom's thigh.

She started stroking her crotch along his skin, too show him she wanted him .He didn't react and she stopped her efforts. But she kept looking up at him with a strange look of affection and submission, her eyes missing that spark they radiated in the first years. She then laid her head on his chest and relaxed,enjoying the water again.

Tom was pretty certain he had broken her as much as he could, but he was curious. That curiosity led him to do something he had never done to his toy while she was conscious. He reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag that filled her mouth. He did it slowly, just so he could put it back quickly in case his toy started screaming.

But she didn't. She was baffled by what was happening,because if Tom wanted to fuck her mouth, he would just take the phallus of her gag, and leave the ring on, so he would have unlimited access to her throat. Tom sat there silent, to see how she would react. She tried to close her jaw, but found out it was impossible, at least fully. She looked at him again, and he did the same. He felt a small sound fighting its way up her sore throat and rusty vocal chords. It was more a croaky, breathy attempt than any actual words.Tom instinctively pinched her right nipple with his right hand, not hard, but enough to issue a warning to her. To his surprise, she stopped and stood there, silent, still looking at him with an expression that showed she knew her position very well. Tom was delighted on the inside, but tried not to show it too much.

Then his toy began licking and kissing his neck. Tom was stunned. She did everything possible to please him. He knew that now and that made him feel amazing! He sat and watched her try to tease him for a few seconds, before finally granting her wish. She tried to stay silent as waves of pleasure hit her with every thrust, but it was impossible after a while. She was looking at him straight in the eyes, like someone would do if they were making love. He then penetrated her ass, something he rarely did. Four years ago, Margaret would have to be in love with someone to even consider letting him back there. Now, she enjoyed the feeling immensely. As he picked up the pace, she came hard, followed a few seconds later by him.

May 7 2021

Tom was sitting on the couch in front of his T.V. Alone. Another boring football match, another news segment. The world keeps going on.For him that is..

Tom had gotten bored of his toy.Its once perfect glistening skin had started showing signs of time. It was still beautiful as any girl would want but for Tom, the best years had gone by. The everyday routine of its subsistence was becoming tiring, too, even though nothing had really changed. Sure, after the toy's mental conditioning had reached its peak, Tom was very active with his pillow for a good while, happy that he had succeeded completely in turning that cute, gold-haired girl he had seen at the bus station, into the absolute sex toy.But after that conquest, there was nowhere really to go to. And as the girl named Margaret had gotten used to this transformation, so did Tom get used to having a personal slave-toy 24 hours a day.

It's scars have completely healed. Where once were arms and legs, now ends a smooth layer of skin. It stays inside the bedroom closet, hanging by a rope tied on its long hair, the other end secured on the closet's pole. Back then, it could at least feel the touch of the soft sheets of his bed. Now, the only touch comes from him. And it is more welcomed than ever before.

Touch is not the only thing he has removed though. Its voice has also been taken. He had grown tired of its moans and needed something permanent to solve his problem. Cutting the vocal chords wasn't an easy procedure but he pulled it off quite well. It would surely never outer a sound again after that.

Then came its eyes. He didn't want to use any kind of prop or clothing anymore. That and the fact that the blindfolded was old and dirty helped , too. A special kind of medical glue would keep its eyes shut forever without any complications. Being opaque it just seemed like the toy had each eyes close, and that made it very aesthetically pleasing.

Lastly he did its hearing. Having taken all of its senses already, it would to be lazy work of him to not finish his toy's modifications. He could just set the speakers to an unbelievably loud volume, but that could make the toy's heart stop. He surgically punctured its eardrums, removing sound from its remaining life.

All these modifications took place in a single night. With the help of some drugging, the toy remained unaware of what would happen to it, until it was too late. When it woke up from the sedative, it realized that its vocal chords had been snapped off. It seemed to not like that, sobbing silently until it saw Tom pick the glue that was destined for its eyes. Tom increased the sedative, so that the glue could set over the eyes without the eyelids moving. Finally, the eardrums were permanently damaged. The toy didn't have much to react to that, unable to see the needle being inserted into her ear canal. Its reaction when it realized what had happened was frantic, so Tom had to up the sedative again, to do its other ear.

Now, what is left of Margaret hangs in his closet, all day, mentally swimming in the void that is her world.She doesn't wear the belt anymore, although her need for contact is bigger now than those days. She anticipates Tom all day, just to be touched, just to feel something. Her greatest memories are the time he spends with her now. They are rare, but they stay with her until the next time he uses her again. Even if it's just a 5 minute ass fucking to empty his balls, she needs him.

What's that? She feels something across her right breast, one of the shirts hanging next to her. She squirms, tries to get his attention, to show him she's there, that she wants him. Suspended in the air, she can't do much but wiggle a bit back and forth, but he will see me, please see me, please take me with you!

But nothing happens. He just grabbed a shirt from the closet and left. And she keeps waiting, alone, a pillow waiting to be hugged.

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