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The Workshop Pt 03

The Workshop Pt 03

by secretlyperverted
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I woke in my bedroom. In my soft, cosy bed. Wrapped in crisp clean white sheets, all warm and comfortable and sleepy. Sunlight trickled in through the curtains across my room. It was blissful. Maybe a bit too warm.

Mark lay next to me, facing away. I started a bit at that, but I reached out to touch him.

"Mark?" I said.

He turned his head a bit at my voice, and rolled over. Leena was in the middle of sucking his cock. I cried out, and they both just laughed, pointing at me. I backed away from them but they came closer and closer, throwing bedsheets around me. Wrapping me up with them. Round and round and round, until I couldn't move, or speak.

They grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. Rather than landing on it I disappeared into it, down and down until I hit the floor of a deep rectangular hole. I lay squirming, fighting against the sweaty sheets in a box and the bottom of a grave, so unbearably hot. I could see the bedroom above, sunny and clean and pristine in contrast to the dark hot filth around me. Mark and Leena appeared over the top of the hole with spades of dirt in their hands.

I tried to call out to them. I begged and screamed but my voice was muffled by the sheets. I kicked but it was no use. They simply looked down at me giggling as they dropped roses on me from above, the flowers of which turned into a vaginas gaping and pissing on me. When I cried up to Leena and Mark they simply waved, picked up some shovels and started to fill in the grave, pouring soil onto my face.

I woke screaming through a gag, which protruded deep into my mouth. Unable to see or move, I could hear and feel my screams rebound back to me from surfaces inches from me. I tried my best to kick, and wriggle but I was completely restrained inside my coffin, buried who knows where. I was living my nightmare. Fear and panic consumed me, whilst I cried dry tears, and screamed incomprehensibly into my gag, and wriggled pathetically against my restraints.

It was pitch black, and stuffy, and I was completely immobile. I'd been wrapped head to foot in some kind of plastic. Was it cling film? It was so hot, and sweaty, and bound me like a mummy, ankles together, arms by my side. I could feel rivulets of sweat pooling against my skin, in contrast to the unbearable dryness of my mouth. The only break in my wrapping was for my eyes and nose through which I could just about breathe the stuffy air within my box, and which too bounced back to me from a surface less than an inch from my face, tickling my nose. Otherwise I was completely wrapped tight.

I screamed, again and again and again, my head ringing with the sound. My gag was filling my mouth, keeping it wide, making me gag as it pushed into my throat, stifling my screams and forcing them out of my nose. The wrappings stretched over my mouth, over my forehead and ears, pulled tight over my whole head, like over the rest of my profusely hot and sweating body meant I couldn't even wriggle. Over the wrapping there seemed to be straps pinning me down - ankles, legs, hips, torso and head so that all I could possibly move were my toes.

I tried lifting my head, feeling the resistance of my wrappings tighten against my neck and shoulders, feeling the strap press against my forehead. My chin lifted millimeters, and my nose felt resistanced as it touched the ceiling of my container, right there in front of my face, though I couldn't see it. Hard and rigid. Unyielding. I stretched out my toes, feeling them too fight against the cling film first, then, no more than an inch away, the walls of my enclosure. I pushed at it with my toes, grunting with the effort. It was a feeble hope. The box was solid, and I was strapped tight. Trapped. No escape.

I breathed deeply to try to control my rising panic. I could feel the natural resistance of so much oppressive air passing through my nosrils so quickly. My lungs were fighting to take in breath after breath, unable to overcome the inadequacy of my nose for this one basic task. Just the act of breathing was an effort. The harder I breathed the more restricted my breathing felt, and the less air there seemed to be in my tiny little box. Was it running out? How much did I have left? The walls seemed closer and closer with each second. Unable to move. Unable to cry out for help. Desperately thirsty. Trapped. Unable to breathe. I screamed, and cried, and begged, and wiggled, and strained, and screamed some more. If I could have pissed or shit myself it would have happened now, but I was too starved, too dehydrated.

I fought, and struggled, and screamed for hours and hours, it felt like. I didn't know how long I had been here or how long I would be here. When would they come back for me? Would they come back for me? Would I just be left here to rot? No-one would know to look for me in here. I didn't even know where here was. I could be buried who knows where, Mark and Leena in another country, getting off on the thought of me screaming against 6 foot of dirt, alone in this coffin. Maybe they just wanted me to die like that, whilst they came and came. Oh god! No one was coming for me!

I don't know how long I was like that - out of my mind. I pleaded all kinds of things through my gag. I'd do whatever they wanted - fuck whatever they wanted - just to get out of here. Please let me out.

"I could wank off to your screaming all day long," came Leena's muffled voice from outside the box.

I screamed for her to let me out. I begged. I pleaded.

"Maybe we do have time for a little fun. Shall I get you out for a little bit?"

Again I screamed. Incomprehensibly, but I screamed. Even as the bars, and the locks and the chains were removed from the outside of the box, I screamed. The head of my box swung outward, whooshing in fresh, cool air against my small patch of exposed face, and light streamed into the box. Then my whole world swayed as the floor shifted, as I was slid out of my coffin.

Clean air filled my nose, and lungs. I pulled in breath after breath, sobbing. Crying for someone to help, crying to be let go, crying for my mom.

Leena peeled away the sweaty wrappings from my face, exposing my desperate, wild eyes. The cool air flushed over my cheeks and forehead. She pulled it away from my mouth but my gag remained in place. Bands were fixed around the back of my head keeping it firmly positioned to protrude

"I've been here for ages, working out, building up a sweat. But the more you screamed the more I just had to finger myself. And fuck, you've had me close a few times. I even started using some of your toys, building up a sweat of a different kind. I think you might need to finish me off. How'd you like to make your mistress cum, eh?"

I told her, yes! Yes! I'd do anything. Anything she'd like! But please don't put me back in that box. It came out as a garbled mumble.

"I can't understand a word your saying," said Leena, pulling a plug out my gag. The protrusion into my mouth was withdrawn leaving just a ring holding my mouth open.

"Eskkk, ikkrekkk!" I gasped, the gag still making it impossible for me to speak properly. But all the same nodding against my bonds.

"Yes? You want to make me cum?" Said Leena nodding. "Like I give a fuck what you want anyway."

Leena moved away from me. I could see I was still in the workshop. My robust little box was tiny and fit neatly under one of the shelves. When she'd pulled me out I'd slid like it was a giant draw. The padlocks and chains that had held it closed were robust. Once locked there was no way anyone was getting out.

Leena appeared above me in her sweaty gym clothes, dark patches between her breasts, up and down her ass crack. She hooked a thumb into her leggings and pulled them down to expose her sweaty cunt, rubbing at her clit with her other hand. Then, groaning, she pulled them down to her knees, and squatted over my face.

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"Come on then my little fuck-dog. Show your mistress how pleased you are to see her."

And with that she dumped her sweaty pussy right onto my face, smearing her sweat and her pussy juice around my mouth. Pushing my gag deeper into my throat, making me cough as she rocked back and forth.

"You like having my pussy in your face, you little fuck-wit?"

'uh-huh' I tried to say, and tried hard to nod as I blinked back tears.

"Give me some tongue, bitch!" She shouted at me. She rocked off me just long enough to slap my face, and dumped her pussy right back on top of me.

Instantly, my tongue was through the hole of the gag, questing for her slit. Her pussy's syrupy fluid coated my tongue like nectar from where it's was smeared over the folds of her cunt. My tongue lapped at her labia, taking in her sweet muskiness. I probed her cunt deeper as she closed her eyes and groaned, enraptured, my nose rubbing against her clit. I could feel the muscles around her cunt contracting and dilating as my tongue delved into her.

"Deeper!" She shouted. "Deeper, you worthless slut!"

My tongue was at the limits of what I could do, strapped down as I was. She rocked hard into me, her full weight on my face trying to get my tongue deeper into her, but in frustration she backed away from me and slapped me again, hard across the face - worse for the fact that the straps held me firmly in place.

With my cheek burning, my eyes rolling and streaming, she removed her leggings entirely and knelt either side of my face, rocking her clit hard against me, grabbing fistfuls of my hair to pull me harder into her. I'd become nothing more than an object - a sex toy - for her to fuck whenever she wanted. I didn't care. So long as I didn't go back into the box. I'd do whatever the fuck she wanted.

"Stick you tongue out further!" she commanded. I tried my best to comply, and she rubbed herself hard against my face and tongue, alternating between her clit, her slit and her asshole. Occasionally she dropped fully onto my face and stayed there grinding on me as I squirmed under her fighting for breath, until groaning she'd rise off me and mash her clit with her fingers whilst I gasped.

"Still such a useless fucking cunt," she said as she rocked off me again. "It was better when you were screaming. Fucking pathetic!"

She leaned over to the workbench and picked up a double-ended dildo.

"I've got an idea of how you can help your mistress along though. Here-" she said, pushing it through my gag hole. "Hold this." She shoved it in until it hit the back of my throat, and I tried to hold it in place with my tongue, whilst the newly rest projected from my face. I gagged and retched but tried to hold it firm as she climbed back onto my face a slid the phallus into her sopping cunt.

"Oh, yes!" she said, plunging down on the cock, right down on my face again. "Yes, you dirty fucking bitch."

Each time she came down on the dildo it shoved deeper into my throat making me gag, and her pussy would smack into my face making me grunt. If I'd had enough tears left they'd have run down my cheeks.

Her thrusts became ever more vigorous, her clit punished ever harder by her fingers, until with a monumental groan, she came, her legs quivering, her body squirming, and her pussy squirting all over my face. A massive stream of her squirt filled my nose, making me choke, whilst it stung my eyes, soaked my hair and coated my face.

When she rose up off me she pulled the dildo out of my gag hole, and separated them again. I sucked in breath after breath, coughing in between.

"You weren't totally useless after all," she said.

I couldn't believe how pleased this made me.

She pushed the cock-plug back into the gag hole, securing it again, and ever so casually said: "That's all for now," and started sliding me back into my coffin.

'OOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed into my gag as I disappeared into my coffin. "Oooooo! EEEEEAAAASSHKKK!"

Darkness swallowed me, and I fucking freaked out! I screamed and shouted and threatened and begged and pleaded all into my gag, all the while thrashing as best I could against my straps.

Then she pulled me out again.

"I'm only fucking with you," she said, laughing at my turmoil. She pulled out the plug-cock, leaving the open mouth gag in place, and started loosening the straps pinning me down. "No, Mark's already inpatient to dump into you."

Mark appeared above me naked, his massive cock already fully erect. He lowered himself down to my open, exposed mouth and shoved his cock into me, thrusting into my unprotected, and vulnerable throat I could do nothing, tied down as I was. He just pounded away as I struggled even to breathe. Then he pulled out of me, and with a casual shove pushed me over one side of the draw. I rolled and fell a few inches, landing on the floor on my face.

The pool of Leena's squirt was inches from me. My mouth was beyond dry. Days of neglect had put me in a degree of dehydration which made me desperate for fluid. And in that second all I could think was that I wanted - I needed - to drink Leena's squirt.

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I flexed my joints within my wrappings managing to bend ever so slightly, and inched my way across the floor like a worm to where the squirt was pooled, and sucked at it through my gag, desperate to quench my thirst.

"Damn, that's so fucking hot!" Leena purred.

Mark just grunted. He was busy tearing at the cling, ripping a hole right over my ass. The cool air flooded over my exposed ass and for the first time I could tell why I was so thristy - I had sweated so much beneath my cling film wrapping. Condensation fell off the wrapping onto my bare ass, and sweat trickled into my crack.

I felt Mark position himself over me, rubbing his cock against my glistening skin, slipping up and down my ass crack. There was barely a second between him moistening his cock, and him shoving it into my clenched ass hole, the force of it making me squeal and squirm.

"That's it, you pig-ugly whore! He fucking loves it when you fight him!"

His hands pinned my shoulders to the ground and I grimaced into my gag as he pummelled me from behind, each thrust forcing a grunt out of me. I could do nothing but lie there and take it, as his cock shoved deep into my gut. I took everything he had to give me, all 8 inches of it. All his hatred. All his lust. All his depravity. The shock of it was I could feel my own cunt start to stir.

"I think our little fuck-dog likes it," came Leena's taunting voice. "Hey, Fuck-dog? Wanna go for round 2 with my cunt whilst you're being fucked in the ass?"

I nodded, vigorously, though I squealed and grunted and squirmed.

"I think maybe we'll try it without a gag this time." She undid the straps around my head, whilst Mark continued to pound my ass. The open mouth gag was removed, and Leena scooted her pussy right into my face.

I'd never before wanted to eat a pussy, to please another woman but I needed to show her I was willing to do whatever she needed me to do, so long as I could stay out of the box.I

I went to work, enthusiastically licking and sucking, and kissing and tonguing - her pussy, her ass, whatever she directed me to. Both her hands gripped my hair. I lapped at her juices, pulling at her clit with my lips, licking the entire length of her cack, ass and all. Each thrust from Mark pushed me deeper and deeper into her clunge. Leena's feet settled into my hips and pushed my ass up to give Mark something more to ram at. Which he did. His whole fucking weight, pushed the air out of me with each thrust.

With a roar Mark pushed my face into Leena's cunt with his hand, and came deep into me. Leena was squeezing her own nipples hard, and Mark's hand shook my head as he pushed me deeper into Leena's pussy. She quivered as she came, grinding against me and issuing more secretions onto the floor. I lapped at them like a starving dog.

"It looks like our fuck-dog is hungry," said Leena. "Maybe we should feed her?"

They cut open my wrappings, layer by layer, one body part at a time, ankles, legs, hands, torso, arms, peeling back the food wrap covering like opening a present. They turned me over and Leena's foot pressed my face to one side to keep me still.

I could feel the familiar bite of ropes against my wrists, and more being fed beneath my shoulders. My legs were brought up over my head so I was bent double, and the ropes under my shoulders tied around my knees. The ropes around my wrists were then also tied around my ankles.

They fiddled with the loose ends for a bit, and when I tried to turn and look, Leena's foot pressed into my face, pushing it back toward the floor.

"All in good time," she said. "If you're bored you can suck the squirt from my toes if you like?" She pushed her foot into my mouth.

I did as I was bade, my tongue running between my mistresses toes, sucking the tangy, syrupy, dirty liquid off them like they were the best things in the world.

I could feel a thick pole being fed between my shoulders and legs so that it was wedged against my waist. A moment later Leena removed her foot from my mouth, and my world turned upside down - literally. I was hoisted into the air ass first, the bar against my waist taking the brunt of my weight, supported by the posts of a giant frame that had been built inside the workshop. The pole rested across some pegs jutting out from the posts, and tied in place around the posts too. My hands and wrists, already tied together were pulled outwards to each post and tied there too, further immobilising me.When they had finished I was dangling upside down, my ass pointing up to the ceiling, my head dangling loosely, the blood rushing, thumping to my brain, my eyes and my ears.

My head was about a foot off the floor facing the workbench, and I watched as Leena walked about me, inspecting me, trailing her fingers across my bare skin. She stopped at my pussy, which was wet.

"My, my," she said with interest, "you have been enjoying yourself, haven't you?" Her fingers rubbed at my clit which thrilled at her touch, and she probed inside me, enjoying the wetness, the heat, my eager squirms.

"But enough of that. I've got some cereal for you. Would you like that?"

"Yes, please mistress," I said desperately, nodding, my body swinging gently to and fro.

"But...oh, dear. I don't seem to have a bowl. What am I to do? " she said with total insincerity. She reached over to the worktop and pulled up a silver contraption - it looked a bit like a butt plug - a silver ring with a short phallic section projecting from it, and 6 wing nuts around the outside.

"I guess you're already lubed up" she said, nonchalantly, and slipped the phallic section into my ass with a pop. I hardly noticed as I'd been so stretched by mark, and the sweat and his cum was swimming about in such abundance in there. The ring sat outside my ass hole, and as she twisted each of the wing nuts in turn, the phallic section started to widen apart, pulling open my asshole. At first it was just a strange sensation, then I started to grunt with each and every twist, as the device stretched my gaping asshole wider and wider. I swear, by the time she stopped she could have fit her whole hand in my ass, and I was squirming uncomfortably.

"That'll do I think," she said, finally, probing my ass appraisingly with a couple of fingers. She made quite a show of slowly leaning over to the workbench, picking up the small, individual cereal box of choco pops, peeling open the lid of the box, opening the little packet inside, flashing me a smile and tipping them into my ass. I could feel them tumbling inside, tickling as they dropped into my open ass to mix with Mark's cum. Next, Leena reached for a half bottle of milk from the workbench too, took off the top and poured the chilled liquid into me. I stiffened as the cold shock of it hit my anal canal, but Leena simply gave a little smirk and reached for a spoon.

She dropped the spoon into my ass and gave a little stir, revelling in the fact it made me squirm as she did so. "mmmm, it's turning all chocolatey" she said happily. She tentatively scooped some out of my ass with the spoon, gave it a sniff, and held it to my mouth as I hung upside down, trying but unable to turn my head away. It did indeed smell chocolatey but as it had been up my ass, I was totally revulsed. But I was also starved half to death and so desperately thirsty by now. Despite the sickening thought of what I was about to do, my stomach gave a huge growl, and I opened my mouth, already retching.

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