Coned

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge, below this line are exactly 750 words:

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"You've been coned."

"What?" Jenny didn't understand; confused, she looked the ceiling and a light too bright for her eyes. She spoke again, "What does that even mean? Where am I?"

"You are captive in my laboratory. I've coned your breasts and now I'm going to enjoy using you."

Jenny squinted and looked until she found the speaker: an good-looking stranger, wearing a white coat and holding a tablet. He looked like a doctor and the room looked like a hospital to her, without machines. She had a drip taped to her arm. She started and tried to move, but found her hands were restrained, tied, to bars. She kicked her legs but could reach only the bed-foot which hurt her feet.

"Let's see what you know. Do you know who you are?"

"Umm, Jenny Parker?"

"Good. Do you remember how you got here?"

"No. Nothing at all."

"Do you remember your family?"

"No!" Jenny said. She thought about panicking – why wasn't she? "Have I had an accident?"

"Oh no. I've captured you and processed you to be extra responsive. I'll show you what I mean in a minute. You will enjoy it,

Sleepyhead

." The word seemed somehow significant, as if it mattered. "I will have a lot of fun showing you what to expect."

Jenny pulled on the straps. The bindings were soft and moved, but did not give. She strove to recall. Father? Mother? Nothing. Partner? She thought she remembered him. She had nothing to lose by talking to the stranger. "I think I have a partner."

"Oh well done, you're smart. What's his name?"

She couldn't say and looked up at the man looming over her, somehow familiar, with unease and anticipation in her stomach. "Let me go." An appeal to his kindness.

"No. You're mine. Let me show you how." His smile did not promise kindness.

"This body is mine, and I've changed it for my pleasure." He grabbed the sheet and pulled it to her waist. "Coned your tits. Look at the shape now." They were like Madonna's in her famous bra. Jenny drew in a breath, which made the ten-inch cones move; they were attached to her. Her nipples were the top of the cone, like ice-cream cones, pointed, bright pink and coming to a point. She wanted to touch them, they looked delicious, but her hands couldn't reach.

"You'll enjoy this. They should be sensitive now. You'll get conditioned to want it more and more over the next months,

Sleepyhead

. You will soon be begging for me to twist these cone tips." He grasped one nipple with each hand and started gently twisting. He kept twisting, back and forth. She gasped as the initial sting changed to a tingle, like being tickled. Like rubbing her little clitoris. The feeling got stronger and more persistent, feeling so good, just like when she used to masturbate, feeling even stronger and better from her two centres of sensation. He rubbed her puffy and pointed nipples faster and Jenny let her head fall as the feeling grew and washed over her. His hands working. Her tits, so enlarged and coned, felt better and better until suddenly the feeling took over her legs, her arms, a sensation radiated out from both her enlarged nipples and between her legs. She came, gasping and raising her hips with eyes closed and her mouth in a savage grimace.

She returned to herself slowly, relaxed and so sated. This stranger had made her orgasm, and she looked at him with fresh eyes. She had never felt anything so strong as the nipple orgasm. She opened her mouth to speak but her voice failed. Thank him for it and ask for another? She knew she would want it again.

"What have you done to me?"

"Made you into my plaything." He pulled the sheet down, making her completely naked. "Now look at your pussy."

She looked; everything was pink with no hair. Puffy lips, her outer labia hugely swollen. In the middle was a protruding pink point. His hand hovered over it, nearly touching.

"Wake up now,

Sleepyhead

." He flicked it and she gasped at the jolt of pleasure. "Do you want another come, my love." He flicked again.

"Yes...give me a slow, luxurious come this time, James. Then I'll take good care of you." She had been sated but now was willing to let James give her another of those. Then in return she intended a long, intense coning on him.