Ch. 4: The young fuck toy was put on display
(M+/F, reluctance, gangbang, BDSM, rough, humiliation)
The characters and events of this story are entirely fictional; products of my imagination which I hope give you pleasure to read. It may be a bit wordy, but this story arc follows the complete surrender of a once career-minded girl into a depraved and submissive fuck toy.
Life has inevitably changed for the young Tess as she knew it. Her worldview took a wild turn, a crossroads between her previous life and the new one.
The very visceral and depraved acts she had committed on two separate occasions, at the center of a non-holds barred gangbang where she was strung up, triple penetrated and had her tender young pussy whipped into submission, made her regular life seem monotonous and dull in the aftermath.
It's as if her experience turned down the volume on everything else in her life. Her usual stresses and worries were muffled as if underwater, and she floated along as if in a dream.
Her focus on her career became increasingly distracted. But it's not just the sex of the vanilla variety that has become the obsession for the young girl - it's the rough, masochistic kind that wrecked her mind, body and soul. She felt like a firefly drawn to a hot source of light.
Everything in her life now had a subtext of her newfound identity as a fiend for sexual humiliation. She began a routine of always wearing something pink on air, to remind her daddies the image of her collar.
Her subtle message was seen loud and clear. While viewing her on screen acting every bit the professional, they savoured their dark knowledge of the things she was willing to do. Her husky on air voice reminded them of her submissive pleadings while they abused her.
Subconsciously, her body language had changed. Becoming more comfortable with her sexuality in front of men, she had an extra sway in her step and an aura of 'fuck me' about her that attracted the gaze of her male and even some female colleagues.
But they would be disappointed, for she belonged to the master and her daddies, she thought.
It wasn't long before the next 'event' was planned. Preparing herself in her office after a broadcast would become a routine, as the men enjoyed the idea of gang fucking the young anchor within hours of seeing her in the evening news. This time, she had on a latex harness teddy, with straps criss-crossing her narrow torso and covering her young tit flesh that could now be described as full rather than just perky.
She wore another pair of purple lace panties this time, one that would undoubtedly be used as a prop or stuffed into her mouth at some point in the evening. Jet black latex stockings hung tightly to her athletic thighs, giving her toned legs a streamlined look.
She applied a bit more lipstick in front of her mirror. Pursing her lips tantalizingly and then slowly widening her mouth to form an 'O,' she closed her eyes to imagine countless cocks pointed at her face. She longed for the feel of a bulbous knob in her mouth, inching down her throat while she struggled to breathe.
"Oh Daddy...fuck me," she whispered at the mirror.
Her hand reached down to caress her 'FUCKTOY' collar, and craved the strong control of a leash. Decked out in her whorish getup, she sank to her knees to the carpeted floor of her office. In her slutty daydream she began crawling on all fours, in slow motion, as she imagined being led around by her collar and leash. Her body ached to be slapped, penetrated and abused; waiting to be devoured by a group of sadistic strangers. A moist patch appeared on her purple panties, as she rubbed her clit through the thin fabric and moaned softly to herself.
"Use me, master..." she said in a soft voice, not caring if she could be overheard through the thin walls.
Her pink nipples fully erect and her heart racing in anticipation for the evening, she rose to her feet and hurriedly put on her coat above her slave attire to leave the TV station.
Her cohost rode with her on the elevator again, making small talk. When they chatted about their weekend plans, Tess gave him a cookie-cutter fabrication of meeting up with some friends for a drink. He smirked inwardly, as he knew it was a necessary facade for her true plans.
He happened to be part of her master's circle of powerful and wealthy men with a taste for dominating young women.
He knew that beneath her grey scarf was the same slave collar she wore from the first night of his discovery. As they said their goodbyes, the co-host eagerly anticipated seeing her later that evening, relishing the chance to enact his fantasies of her he dreamt about since her days as an intern.
Tess drove herself to the meeting point this time, feeling as though she is willingly walking her last steps towards a human sacrifice. The act of letting her body be torn apart by men in a ritual seemed to be a fitting metaphor for what was about to happen. She absentmindedly played with herself with her free hand as she drove her compact car, her shapely thighs spreading further and further apart under the steering wheel. She nearly wandered into an adjacent lane as her thoughts drifted back to one of the scenes at the porn theatre, when she was made to squirt all over the stage and was then fucked in a puddle of her own juices.
She hoped the master and the men could make her sink even lower.
She parked in the underground parkade, and proceeded to shed her more sensible heels from work to pull on a pair of four-inch heeled boots with laces, topping out at her shins. She teetered on the aggressive footwear, feeling a rush of excitement at all the latex she put on for the small, private kinkfest. The costume made her feel empowered - that she was here on a mission.
Her long locks of jet black hair framed her face tightly, as Tess made the short walk towards the elevator in the parkade. The sound of her boots echoed in the underground, the glossy latex stockings reflecting the glare of the lights.
What nourishes me, destroys me, she thought. In the back of her mind, she asked herself why she was walking into what is in part an act of self-destruction.
She followed the master's instructions, sent to her via text, to take the elevator all the way to the penthouse suite of one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. She teased her thick black hair a bit, and stood with her latex-shod legs slightly apart before knocking on the door of the suite.
It promptly opened to a mostly dark room lit only by the soft glow of small lamps.
She immediately noticed the lights of other high rises overlooking the hotel building through the floor to ceiling windows, behind multiple figures of men. The young girl looked around, and noticed a healthy number of 'daddies' here tonight. There must have been at least 20, but this time Julia was present. But rather than be greeted by her kind wideset blue eyes and the gentle beauty of her face, she saw that the brunette was already busy bobbing her head between the legs of two sitting gentlemen.
