The overwhelming sensation of being trapped pulls at the back of my mind as I slowly drift from darkness to a blurry light. I try to look around, but can't make out much more than a couple of gray walls with odd marks and scuffs here and there. I stand up but fall back down, feeling extremely dizzy and beyond thirsty. I need a drink so bad. I hear someone clear their throat and I look left and right blinking away the fuzzy low lit room. There is a subtle pink hue to the color fuzzing at the edge of my vision, but just barely it's mostly muted greys. I blink a few more times and lean forward on my hands and knees feeling my breasts sway unnaturally. I sit back on my heels and wince as the sharp tall spikes poke at my skin. Skin? I look down blinking as the world grows sharper and see I am stripped of all my clothing, but they left my heels on? I tuck my hands into my armpits trying to cover my exposed bust that now just feels so foreign from how large it has grown from the witch's curse. I want to obscure the view for any onlookers... if there are any. I blink and look around the room feeling extremely exposed and terrified of what was going to happen to me.
The room starts to slowly come into focus, and it is a little small. Roughly three feet by three feet, if I were to bend over my ass would touch one wall and my face would be pressed against the other, and the floor has a soft carpet that makes it a little warmer though the carpet looks a little worse for wear. The low soft pink light reminds me of the club, but the color of the walls being gray speckled with black is a little off from the rest of the building I had traversed earlier. Where was I?
The person clears their throat again and I look to where the sound came from to see a throbbing cock poking through a hole in the wall. I feel my stomach drop a little and look around the room quickly to get a better look. There are holes in random places all around, they are a little covered with duct tape to prevent pain, but they are placed in threes up the walls roughly a foot apart. I am not really that great at room design, but from what I can tell this is a glory hole closet. The black speckles covering the grey walls are actually words written in what I can tell as sharpie markers...little mantras written all over like "good girls swallow" or "Cheap whore" that blend together with the sheer amount of them that cover the walls. There are childish doodles and cartoons of people fucking, giggles here and there scrawled in unkempt handwriting. It was as if someone was writing the messages to themselves over months of being trapped in here... trapped. The thought makes my heart leap into my throat and I can't help but turn back to the cock throbbing through the hole.
Then I hear a voice come over a small speaker found right above me in the ceiling, "Welcome to your new home. Don't worry I bet you are really thirsty, the first client can help you with that. It's a little bit from the curse I gave you sweetheart." I grind my teeth and look back down at the cock throbbing expectantly, but as time goes on his stiff erection is slowly fading from lack of stimulation. He wiggles it around a little as if expecting me to do as I am told. I glare back up at the speaker listening to the smooth voice of the goth witch who stuffed me in here.
"It isn't that bad, you suck that one cock right there and I will get you a drink. If you don't he will tell others that you don't do anything and eventually you will die of thirst. Which will it be my little pet?" I glare back down at the cock. I was so thirsty, and if the only way I was going to get a drink was to suck this strangers cock... I might as well he couldn't tell who I am anyway right?
Turning angrily in the small closet I kneel down feeling my heels press back into my ass and glower at the prospect of what I am doing. I can't believe I have gone this far in what... two days? My life is completely ruined and everything is far from where it is supposed to be. I reach out my hand and graze the underside of the slowly dwindling cock feeling the sticky buildup of pre around the mushroomed head. I hear a faint gasp on the other side of the wall and the man scoots closer to it so his pelvis is pushed against the other side. His cock reacts to my fingertips and I smile a little as it begins to rise. People are so easy to control when you give them the right stimulus.
I open my mouth and lick my tongue along the top of the head and I hear him groan, it must be over sensitive from me waiting so long to play around with it. I wrap my fingertips around the base and open my mouth taking in almost half of his length. He isn't that long, not to judge him, but from the smaller size I can easily suck his shaft and play with his sensitive head at the same time. I get to work trying to make him cum as quickly as possible. If this will get me water, then so be it. I place both of my hands on the wall and lean back into my heels pushing my head forward taking his smaller shaft so that his mushroomed head pokes at my throat. I thirstily slurp on his length until I can feel the familiar signs of someone getting ready to blow their load.
The salty and heady scent of sex begins to fill the closet, and in a moment like this I can't help but start to feel aroused. My own protruding cock angrily being forced behind me from the size of the room and the way I chose to sit in order to suck this man's meat. I can't help but reach a hand back behind me and dip my fingertips into my ass while sucking on his length. God it is so sensitive, I wish my pussy would feel this good. I feel him start to gasp with each powerful motion I make with my jaws and tongue and soon the pathetic spurt of cum drips into my mouth and down my throat. I hold him in my mouth still working my fingertips in and out of my backdoor coaxing the last few seconds to my own orgasm.
He pulls back withdrawing his small length with an audible pop from between my lips. His breath is still ragged on the other side of the wall, but I don't care. I am still working my hand in and out relishing in my own post coital bliss from stimulating my now sensitive asshole. That damn witch has done a real number on me... I look around the room slowly withdrawing my hand and lean back against the wall breathing heavy. I run my fingertips up my body and play with one of my nipples as I come down from my sexual high. I feel a strange sensation around my oozing cock and look over my shoulder to see it pushing against the edge of the wall. It couldn't have grown even more in here could it? I stand up the sensation of its heavy weight swinging between my legs is a little erotic even from my recent sexual explosion. It throbs a little still dripping seed onto the floor making the room smell even stronger than before.
