The last thing she remembered before she woke up in her current situation was going with several of her sorority sisters to an off campus party. Her last round of undergraduate classes had just finished and she was on track to graduate Summa Cum Laude with a bachelors in Criminal Justice, fully on track towards her ultimate goal of joining the FBI. Her father, a second generation police lieutenant, couldn't have been prouder. After years of keeping her nose to the grindstone, it was time to let her hair down for a while. Her masters program didn't start for another three and a half months so she could afford to relax her strictly regulated self routine and let go for a night.
The party was wilder than she was used to and; thanks to the end of semester, the booze was flowing freer than usual. Two hours in, a staggeringly handsome young man had started to chat her up and offered her a red solo cup full of unknown liquor. In her already inebriated state, his sparkling blue eyes and thousand watt smile had won out over generations of ingrained caution and distrust and she had foolishly accepted. Her next memory was moments before, waking up in her current predicament to the feeling of water on her face, tired but not hung over as she would expect, causing her to wonder just how long she had been out.
She was in the middle of a cubic room, maybe ten feet to a side. The walls and ceiling were some kind of white paneled plastic; transparent enough for backlighting to shine through, but not clear enough to see what was beyond. All the walls were the same except for the one she was currently facing, which had the unique addition of a flat digital display with big red segmented numbers like an alarm clock. The top row of the display showed the number 100 and had not changed since she had woken up; the bottom row appeared to be timer and had been ticking up since she just before she opened her eyes. It now showed 00:15:08.
In each of the eight corners of the room, and in the middle of each of the walls and ceiling, she saw the unblinking eyes of camera lenses, focused unwaveringly on her exposed position. She wondered if she was being watched... or worse... filmed.
In the center of the ceiling, in the recess where the camera was on the walls, there was a short pipe extending down through which an unknown liquid was dripping onto her at an uneven interval. By the time she awoke, most of her body and the pole below had already been covered in the mysterious liquid. It didn't have a smell but it tasted sort of like soda water and was slimy to the touch. As she had woken severely dehydrated, she had allowed a number of the large drips to fall into her mouth before realizing after a few minutes that her skin was beginning to tingle. Closing her mouth abruptly and leaning away from the drip, she realized that the liquid had to contain some sort of aphrodisiac or stimulant. She tried to ignore the dripping, but the drops were intermittent and large enough to constantly snap her attention back to them.
The floor was some sort of black metal mesh and the excess liquid flowing off her body slithered through it to echo with little plips and plops somewhere in the darkness below. The mesh was uncomfortable to stand on for any period, but not porous enough that her toes could slip through... and her toes were all that mattered. The last feature of the room made sure of that.
In the middle of the room, extending from below the mesh all the way up into the very core of her being, was a one inch thick clear plastic tube with a massive, stiff rubber phallus on the end.
The height of the fake cock was such that, standing on her tiptoes, only a few inches were pulled outside of her vaginal canal. If she relaxed her feet too much, she sank and the phallus bottomed out inside her. Before her heels would ever reach the mesh, she would find herself fully impaled, her body weight held up by the massive invader mashed against the entrance to her womb.
When she had woken up here, her wrists had been shackled above her head, suspending her weight on her arms by cords running up into the ceiling. Unfortunately, seconds after she first opened her eyes, the shackles had popped open and the cables attached to them had silently drawn up into the ceiling, disappearing into a slot in one of the white panels that then snapped shut. With the support of the shackles removed, her surprised body had flopped down like a sack of rice, causing the fake cock to slide the last inch up inside her. With nothing in reach for her feet or arms to interact with, she had no choice but to remain spitted on the giant rubber cock.
Now, she had the choice of bearing her weight on her tiptoes on the painful mesh, or on the already punished entrance to her uterus. She had tried falling to the side and throwing her weight forward and back but it was to no avail; the hard plastic tube was unyielding and the phallus was embedded too deeply inside her. Attempts to reach down and grab the pole gained her nothing as her hands and the pole were slippery from the liquid dripping over her. Even if she could get a good grip, doubted she had the strength or flexibility to lift herself off of the device. Her single attempt at crouching down and hopping off had proven two things:
1) Between her limited range of motion and the flexibility of the mesh beneath her, she could not generate nearly enough upwards force to even come close to clearing the height of the tool upon which she was impaled.
2) Even if just for a few inches, falling with all your body weight straight down onto your cervix FUCKING HURTS.
The timer now showed 00:38:24
As she perched tenderly on her tiptoes, biting her lip against the throbbing internal pain of the lesson she had just learned, she recalled a confession she had made to her best friend about a month prior. Coming from a family of military and police officers, her life had always been carefully structured. It had long ago been drilled into her head to always be in control. What classes to take, what college to attend, what scholarships she got, her bachelors, her masters, her future job, when and how to study, how to spend her time: it was all planned out, all pre-determined, all in service of a long term goal. Through the years, the stress of maintaining this death grip of command over her public life had developed into a dark longing in her private life: a desire to let go completely. Even more than that... she yearned to be dominated, to be totally powerless, to be used without limit.
On a sleep deprived night while studying for final exams, she recalled having admitted her most twisted submissive fantasies to her friend who had slyly extracted every last detail from her willing mind. The desire to be held down and fucked against her will. To be filmed in a moment of illicit pleasure and blackmailed to submit over and over. To be used like an object by parties unknown to satisfy their own needs. To be forced to cum over and over again with no mercy or care. Not knowing if she would ever regain her freedom, or if she would hurt or infected with some STD, or if she would be saddled with the lifetime burden of raising a child by a man using her for nothing more than a few moments of pleasure... She wanted to be taken to the edge and dangled over, helpless and waiting for a fall.
She shivered at the memory of the conversation and began to call for help again, screaming her throat raw to no avail, still trying and failing to avoid the maddening drip.
As the wall timer hit 01:00:00, another insult was heaped upon her when the phallus inside her began to vibrate strongly. Despite her feelings of anxiety and discomfort, the vibrations were unavoidable and, after the comparative torture of the last hour, they felt good. She quieted and spent a few blessed moments allowing herself to luxuriate in the new sensation being piped into her center against her will before a stray glance down towards the tube caused fear to once again overwhelm her.
The clear plastic tube upon which she was impaled was slowly, yet surely, filling with a thick white liquid. The fluid was oddly familiar, though she had never seen such volume. She had realized in an instant what was happening.
The tube was slowly filling with cum.
She was going to be inseminated.
Thinking back to the beginning of her night, she remembered telling her sorority sisters not to let her hook up with some random dude this evening because she was at the most dangerous time in her cycle and she couldn't afford the pill on top of tuition and housing at her prestigious school.
Oh god... She was ovulating and unprotected and she was going to be filled with strange cum.
Panic returned and she began to scream once again, her hoarse voice pleading with parties unknown to come and save her but help was not forthcoming.
As the cum continued to creep up the tube, now a quarter of the way up towards her vulnerable opening, she realized that the panic was doing her no good, so she forced herself to calm down by silently counting off seconds while glancing back and forth between the rising liquid and the timer...
One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi...
Despite the constant vexing interruptions of the drip from above, she estimated that at the rate the tube was filling, she had about three more minutes before the dangerous contents of the tube reached the dildo inside her.
She began to struggle once again.
Her first new attempt was to grasp the tube with both her hands and feet to try to lift herself off, but the wetted pole was slippery; between the posture her lower body was forced to maintain and the liquid from above killing her traction, she could do little more than squat on top of the pole and struggle. She tried several positions, attempting to wrap her legs around the pole as if she were climbing a rope, and using the space between her big toe and the rest of her toes to grasp the pole, but the pole was too slick and the angles were all wrong.
Returning her feet to the ground, she sank down as much as she could, coiled her leg muscles as much as possible, and brought her hands down to her hips. With a shout, she then jumped up and threw her arms into the air above her. This attempt too was doomed to failure and she didn't even clear half the massive phallus before gravity once again thrust it all the way back inside her. The sensation of the impact combined with the vibrations being applied directly to her cervix almost caused her to pass out in an explosion of pain and pleasure. As she stood gasping, attempting to rally for another attempt, she noticed that the vibrations felt weaker. Curious.
Trying to make sense of this new change, she looked down to check how close the cum was to its ultimate destination. To her confusion and unexpected elation, the level of the cum had sunk down in the tube to below the level of the floor, leaving a slimy film on the inside of the plastic. As she internally celebrated, however, she once again saw the level rising steadily and she felt the vibrations were returning to their original strength.
A suspicion began to creep through her mind. To test her theory, she began flexing her feet and legs to raise herself up on the phallus and gently lower herself down. As she did this, the vibrations of the dildo slowly weakened and, after half a minute of pumping herself up and down, she saw that the level of cum in the tube was no longer visible past the floor. As she did a mental fist pump to celebrate her new discovery, she began to feel a familiar sensation gathering in her loins and froze.
If she humped the dildo, the cum in the tube stopped rising... but if she humped the dildo, she was going to cum herself.
To hump or not to hump... It really was such an easy choice to make.
She began to fuck herself in earnest.
The tingles grew greater and she felt herself approaching the edge but the muscles in her feet were already growing sore from their awkward activity and, as she fucked herself, the vibrations from the dildo diabolically dropped off to nothing. If she stilled, the vibrations returned in force, but they weren't strong enough to get her off on their own. When she fucked the pole, it was difficult to get enough movement to get herself over the line due to the limited range of motion available to her. Through it all, the heavy drops continued to fall from above with an exasperatingly random rhythm, constantly breaking her focus on her own distant finish.
She wondered if dangling her orgasm just out of reach was part of the torture being inflicted upon her. In desperation, she tilted her head back and began to catch the drips from the ceiling in her mouth as she continued to fuck herself on the pole. Her body began to thrum with the effects of whatever drug was contained within the falling liquid but she felt herself inching closer to her much needed release.
One missed drip splashed on her upper lip and she reached up to wipe her eye. Staring at her own hand, she came to the abrupt realization that she was being a giant idiot. She had been so focused on the cum in the tube, and the harassment of the drips, and chasing her own approaching climax using her legs that she had completely forgotten that her hands were free.
Relaxing her lower body, she reached down with her right hand and began to stimulate her widely spread labia, eventually running up to find her clit. As she stared down at her manipulations, she realized that the cum in the tube was beginning to rise again and she felt the vibrations of the dildo return. Flexing her feet a bit, she moved slightly up and down on the fake cock while continuing to fondle herself, but the cum kept rising. It wasn't until she energetically began pumping herself up and down on the phallus that the level of cum paused and then began to fall.
Now fully invested in her own approaching orgasm, she had her right middle finger on her clit and her left hand moving back and forth between her breasts, twisting and tweaking her nipples while her legs continued to lift her up and drop her back down on the stationary phallus. She was willfully leaning her head back to catch the falling liquid, both to quench her own dehydration and for the energy and bliss it gave her.
With her newfound combination of stimuli, it wasn't long before the inevitable happened. As she stood perched on tiptoes, mounted on and enthusiastically fucking the fake cock in the middle of the stark room, watched by countless eyes unknown, she had the most bizarre orgasm of her life.
Luckily, her leg muscles simply stiffened when she came and her feet didn't give out and drop her roughly on the fake cock. Blurred hand never stopping its strumming, her stomach muscles clenched and she went over the edge as her chest and head slumped forward.
Bathing in the afterglow of her apogee, for a blessed moment, she had peace. The cum wasn't rising, the drip wasn't dripping, and the dildo wasn't vibrating.
The moment did not last, however, and her tranquility was shattered by the unexpected booming of a loud voice, seemingly projected from every direction at once.
A voice she immediately recognized.
The voice of her best friend.
"You've learned how the game is played. Congratulations! You've got plenty more time to have fun, however, so don't worry that this will all be over too soon. When you confessed your darkest desires to me... your need to lose control, your need to risk everything for pleasure... well... it turned me on so much! I have lain awake every night since, a vision of you, helpless and fucked, running through my mind. I've masturbated to that thought more in the last month than I have the entire rest of my life. You see, you told me your fantasies, but I never told you mine... I have always wanted someone to submit themselves to me, wholly and completely, to own and control them. Mine to play with or punish, to reward or ruin... I've known you for so many years and I never knew... never knew that you were the one I was looking for all along."
She was screaming on the pole now, begging to be let go, repeating over and over that she didn't mean it, that she took it all back. The voice continued, uncaring and uninterrupted.
"I love you. I didn't know it before you confessed to me, but I do now. You are everything I have always wanted... and so, I have built this room to celebrate you. Not the front you put up at the university, but the REAL you. This is my first gift to you, so please, take your time and enjoy it. I recorded this message ahead of time so that I can't be around to chicken out and let you go early, even if you beg. There are no safe words here. You wanted to be taken to the edge more than anything and I will not deny you that. I want you to get the full experience. You deserve it."
"In case you're wondering... yes, that's real human semen in the tube. There's a whole tank of it being kept nice and warm down below you. I ran an ad online and hundreds of anonymous donors showed up to help me fill it. I didn't ask a lot of questions so who knows what's floating around in there. We both know you're at your most fertile, too; after all, what's the point of a game if there's no penalty for losing? I'm the one who convinced you to pick this night to celebrate, remember? Now you know why I cancelled at the last minute; too much to prepare for before your arrival. Also, you're going to be here for a while, so you should get used to the taste of the nutrient drip from the ceiling; that's all your hydration and nutrition you're going to get until you are freed and you are definitely going to need your energy. Don't worry about running out, there's plenty up there to last for days. Just to give you something exciting to think about though, the liquid has a strong aphrodisiac and several fertility meds mixed in. Better not let any of that nasty cum get inside you."
"The good news is, if you win the game without getting any cum inside you, the pole will retract into the floor and you'll be free to go! If you fuck yourself too slowly for too long, however, and you let yourself get creampied, the cum won't stop pumping until the tank below is empty and the vibrations of that dick inside you will lock in at max speed for three hours... I tried it myself and that vibrator goes a LOT higher than you've felt from it so far and it was NOT fun. Also, once you get cum inside you, the pole won't go down no matter what for an extra three days after you finish, so no morning after pills for you, haha!"
"Either way, you've got until the 24 hour mark to play the game in privacy. If you free yourself before then, the cameras all shut off and the footage they've already taken will be permanently deleted. Don't dilly dally though, because once you pass the 24 hour mark, the footage all gets put online and your live stream will be broadcast to a dozen different porn sites with your real name and contact information, so best get pumping, pet! Remember, this is all for you. I'll see you when you get free!"
With this last string of disturbing revelations, the voice went quiet and the vibration in the dildo returned in full force. She knew without having to look that the cum was rising once again as well. An overwhelming feeling of helplessness paralyzed her from head to toe. It felt like an eternity before she was able to force her eyes up to the timer to see how little time she had until she was exposed to the world. 01:36:57 and still counting up at a steady pace. A moment of confusion hit her when she saw the number above had gone down from 100 to 99.
The last thing she remembered before she woke up in her current situation was going with several of her sorority sisters to an off campus party. Her last round of undergraduate classes had just finished and she was on track to graduate Summa Cum Laude with a bachelors in Criminal Justice, fully on track towards her ultimate goal of joining the FBI. Her father, a second generation police lieutenant, couldn't have been prouder. After years of keeping her nose to the grindstone, it was time to let her hair down for a while. Her masters program didn't start for another three and a half months so she could afford to relax her strictly regulated self routine and let go for a night.
The party was wilder than she was used to and; thanks to the end of semester, the booze was flowing freer than usual. Two hours in, a staggeringly handsome young man had started to chat her up and offered her a red solo cup full of unknown liquor. In her already inebriated state, his sparkling blue eyes and thousand watt smile had won out over generations of ingrained caution and distrust and she had foolishly accepted. Her next memory was moments before, waking up in her current predicament to the feeling of water on her face, tired but not hung over as she would expect, causing her to wonder just how long she had been out.
She was in the middle of a cubic room, maybe ten feet to a side. The walls and ceiling were some kind of white paneled plastic; transparent enough for backlighting to shine through, but not clear enough to see what was beyond. All the walls were the same except for the one she was currently facing, which had the unique addition of a flat digital display with big red segmented numbers like an alarm clock. The top row of the display showed the number 100 and had not changed since she had woken up; the bottom row appeared to be timer and had been ticking up since she just before she opened her eyes. It now showed 00:15:08.
In each of the eight corners of the room, and in the middle of each of the walls and ceiling, she saw the unblinking eyes of camera lenses, focused unwaveringly on her exposed position. She wondered if she was being watched... or worse... filmed.
In the center of the ceiling, in the recess where the camera was on the walls, there was a short pipe extending down through which an unknown liquid was dripping onto her at an uneven interval. By the time she awoke, most of her body and the pole below had already been covered in the mysterious liquid. It didn't have a smell but it tasted sort of like soda water and was slimy to the touch. As she had woken severely dehydrated, she had allowed a number of the large drips to fall into her mouth before realizing after a few minutes that her skin was beginning to tingle. Closing her mouth abruptly and leaning away from the drip, she realized that the liquid had to contain some sort of aphrodisiac or stimulant. She tried to ignore the dripping, but the drops were intermittent and large enough to constantly snap her attention back to them.
The floor was some sort of black metal mesh and the excess liquid flowing off her body slithered through it to echo with little plips and plops somewhere in the darkness below. The mesh was uncomfortable to stand on for any period, but not porous enough that her toes could slip through... and her toes were all that mattered. The last feature of the room made sure of that.
In the middle of the room, extending from below the mesh all the way up into the very core of her being, was a one inch thick clear plastic tube with a massive, stiff rubber phallus on the end.
The height of the fake cock was such that, standing on her tiptoes, only a few inches were pulled outside of her vaginal canal. If she relaxed her feet too much, she sank and the phallus bottomed out inside her. Before her heels would ever reach the mesh, she would find herself fully impaled, her body weight held up by the massive invader mashed against the entrance to her womb.
When she had woken up here, her wrists had been shackled above her head, suspending her weight on her arms by cords running up into the ceiling. Unfortunately, seconds after she first opened her eyes, the shackles had popped open and the cables attached to them had silently drawn up into the ceiling, disappearing into a slot in one of the white panels that then snapped shut. With the support of the shackles removed, her surprised body had flopped down like a sack of rice, causing the fake cock to slide the last inch up inside her. With nothing in reach for her feet or arms to interact with, she had no choice but to remain spitted on the giant rubber cock.
Now, she had the choice of bearing her weight on her tiptoes on the painful mesh, or on the already punished entrance to her uterus. She had tried falling to the side and throwing her weight forward and back but it was to no avail; the hard plastic tube was unyielding and the phallus was embedded too deeply inside her. Attempts to reach down and grab the pole gained her nothing as her hands and the pole were slippery from the liquid dripping over her. Even if she could get a good grip, doubted she had the strength or flexibility to lift herself off of the device. Her single attempt at crouching down and hopping off had proven two things:
1) Between her limited range of motion and the flexibility of the mesh beneath her, she could not generate nearly enough upwards force to even come close to clearing the height of the tool upon which she was impaled.
2) Even if just for a few inches, falling with all your body weight straight down onto your cervix FUCKING HURTS.
The timer now showed 00:38:24
As she perched tenderly on her tiptoes, biting her lip against the throbbing internal pain of the lesson she had just learned, she recalled a confession she had made to her best friend about a month prior. Coming from a family of military and police officers, her life had always been carefully structured. It had long ago been drilled into her head to always be in control. What classes to take, what college to attend, what scholarships she got, her bachelors, her masters, her future job, when and how to study, how to spend her time: it was all planned out, all pre-determined, all in service of a long term goal. Through the years, the stress of maintaining this death grip of command over her public life had developed into a dark longing in her private life: a desire to let go completely. Even more than that... she yearned to be dominated, to be totally powerless, to be used without limit.
On a sleep deprived night while studying for final exams, she recalled having admitted her most twisted submissive fantasies to her friend who had slyly extracted every last detail from her willing mind. The desire to be held down and fucked against her will. To be filmed in a moment of illicit pleasure and blackmailed to submit over and over. To be used like an object by parties unknown to satisfy their own needs. To be forced to cum over and over again with no mercy or care. Not knowing if she would ever regain her freedom, or if she would hurt or infected with some STD, or if she would be saddled with the lifetime burden of raising a child by a man using her for nothing more than a few moments of pleasure... She wanted to be taken to the edge and dangled over, helpless and waiting for a fall.
She shivered at the memory of the conversation and began to call for help again, screaming her throat raw to no avail, still trying and failing to avoid the maddening drip.
As the wall timer hit 01:00:00, another insult was heaped upon her when the phallus inside her began to vibrate strongly. Despite her feelings of anxiety and discomfort, the vibrations were unavoidable and, after the comparative torture of the last hour, they felt good. She quieted and spent a few blessed moments allowing herself to luxuriate in the new sensation being piped into her center against her will before a stray glance down towards the tube caused fear to once again overwhelm her.
The clear plastic tube upon which she was impaled was slowly, yet surely, filling with a thick white liquid. The fluid was oddly familiar, though she had never seen such volume. She had realized in an instant what was happening.
The tube was slowly filling with cum.
She was going to be inseminated.
Thinking back to the beginning of her night, she remembered telling her sorority sisters not to let her hook up with some random dude this evening because she was at the most dangerous time in her cycle and she couldn't afford the pill on top of tuition and housing at her prestigious school.
Oh god... She was ovulating and unprotected and she was going to be filled with strange cum.
Panic returned and she began to scream once again, her hoarse voice pleading with parties unknown to come and save her but help was not forthcoming.
As the cum continued to creep up the tube, now a quarter of the way up towards her vulnerable opening, she realized that the panic was doing her no good, so she forced herself to calm down by silently counting off seconds while glancing back and forth between the rising liquid and the timer...
One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi...
Despite the constant vexing interruptions of the drip from above, she estimated that at the rate the tube was filling, she had about three more minutes before the dangerous contents of the tube reached the dildo inside her.
She began to struggle once again.
Her first new attempt was to grasp the tube with both her hands and feet to try to lift herself off, but the wetted pole was slippery; between the posture her lower body was forced to maintain and the liquid from above killing her traction, she could do little more than squat on top of the pole and struggle. She tried several positions, attempting to wrap her legs around the pole as if she were climbing a rope, and using the space between her big toe and the rest of her toes to grasp the pole, but the pole was too slick and the angles were all wrong.
Returning her feet to the ground, she sank down as much as she could, coiled her leg muscles as much as possible, and brought her hands down to her hips. With a shout, she then jumped up and threw her arms into the air above her. This attempt too was doomed to failure and she didn't even clear half the massive phallus before gravity once again thrust it all the way back inside her. The sensation of the impact combined with the vibrations being applied directly to her cervix almost caused her to pass out in an explosion of pain and pleasure. As she stood gasping, attempting to rally for another attempt, she noticed that the vibrations felt weaker. Curious.
Trying to make sense of this new change, she looked down to check how close the cum was to its ultimate destination. To her confusion and unexpected elation, the level of the cum had sunk down in the tube to below the level of the floor, leaving a slimy film on the inside of the plastic. As she internally celebrated, however, she once again saw the level rising steadily and she felt the vibrations were returning to their original strength.
A suspicion began to creep through her mind. To test her theory, she began flexing her feet and legs to raise herself up on the phallus and gently lower herself down. As she did this, the vibrations of the dildo slowly weakened and, after half a minute of pumping herself up and down, she saw that the level of cum in the tube was no longer visible past the floor. As she did a mental fist pump to celebrate her new discovery, she began to feel a familiar sensation gathering in her loins and froze.
If she humped the dildo, the cum in the tube stopped rising... but if she humped the dildo, she was going to cum herself.
To hump or not to hump... It really was such an easy choice to make.
She began to fuck herself in earnest.
The tingles grew greater and she felt herself approaching the edge but the muscles in her feet were already growing sore from their awkward activity and, as she fucked herself, the vibrations from the dildo diabolically dropped off to nothing. If she stilled, the vibrations returned in force, but they weren't strong enough to get her off on their own. When she fucked the pole, it was difficult to get enough movement to get herself over the line due to the limited range of motion available to her. Through it all, the heavy drops continued to fall from above with an exasperatingly random rhythm, constantly breaking her focus on her own distant finish.
She wondered if dangling her orgasm just out of reach was part of the torture being inflicted upon her. In desperation, she tilted her head back and began to catch the drips from the ceiling in her mouth as she continued to fuck herself on the pole. Her body began to thrum with the effects of whatever drug was contained within the falling liquid but she felt herself inching closer to her much needed release.
One missed drip splashed on her upper lip and she reached up to wipe her eye. Staring at her own hand, she came to the abrupt realization that she was being a giant idiot. She had been so focused on the cum in the tube, and the harassment of the drips, and chasing her own approaching climax using her legs that she had completely forgotten that her hands were free.
Relaxing her lower body, she reached down with her right hand and began to stimulate her widely spread labia, eventually running up to find her clit. As she stared down at her manipulations, she realized that the cum in the tube was beginning to rise again and she felt the vibrations of the dildo return. Flexing her feet a bit, she moved slightly up and down on the fake cock while continuing to fondle herself, but the cum kept rising. It wasn't until she energetically began pumping herself up and down on the phallus that the level of cum paused and then began to fall.
Now fully invested in her own approaching orgasm, she had her right middle finger on her clit and her left hand moving back and forth between her breasts, twisting and tweaking her nipples while her legs continued to lift her up and drop her back down on the stationary phallus. She was willfully leaning her head back to catch the falling liquid, both to quench her own dehydration and for the energy and bliss it gave her.
With her newfound combination of stimuli, it wasn't long before the inevitable happened. As she stood perched on tiptoes, mounted on and enthusiastically fucking the fake cock in the middle of the stark room, watched by countless eyes unknown, she had the most bizarre orgasm of her life.
Luckily, her leg muscles simply stiffened when she came and her feet didn't give out and drop her roughly on the fake cock. Blurred hand never stopping its strumming, her stomach muscles clenched and she went over the edge as her chest and head slumped forward.
Bathing in the afterglow of her apogee, for a blessed moment, she had peace. The cum wasn't rising, the drip wasn't dripping, and the dildo wasn't vibrating.
The moment did not last, however, and her tranquility was shattered by the unexpected booming of a loud voice, seemingly projected from every direction at once.
A voice she immediately recognized.
The voice of her best friend.
"You've learned how the game is played. Congratulations! You've got plenty more time to have fun, however, so don't worry that this will all be over too soon. When you confessed your darkest desires to me... your need to lose control, your need to risk everything for pleasure... well... it turned me on so much! I have lain awake every night since, a vision of you, helpless and fucked, running through my mind. I've masturbated to that thought more in the last month than I have the entire rest of my life. You see, you told me your fantasies, but I never told you mine... I have always wanted someone to submit themselves to me, wholly and completely, to own and control them. Mine to play with or punish, to reward or ruin... I've known you for so many years and I never knew... never knew that you were the one I was looking for all along."
She was screaming on the pole now, begging to be let go, repeating over and over that she didn't mean it, that she took it all back. The voice continued, uncaring and uninterrupted.
"I love you. I didn't know it before you confessed to me, but I do now. You are everything I have always wanted... and so, I have built this room to celebrate you. Not the front you put up at the university, but the REAL you. This is my first gift to you, so please, take your time and enjoy it. I recorded this message ahead of time so that I can't be around to chicken out and let you go early, even if you beg. There are no safe words here. You wanted to be taken to the edge more than anything and I will not deny you that. I want you to get the full experience. You deserve it."
"In case you're wondering... yes, that's real human semen in the tube. There's a whole tank of it being kept nice and warm down below you. I ran an ad online and hundreds of anonymous donors showed up to help me fill it. I didn't ask a lot of questions so who knows what's floating around in there. We both know you're at your most fertile, too; after all, what's the point of a game if there's no penalty for losing? I'm the one who convinced you to pick this night to celebrate, remember? Now you know why I cancelled at the last minute; too much to prepare for before your arrival. Also, you're going to be here for a while, so you should get used to the taste of the nutrient drip from the ceiling; that's all your hydration and nutrition you're going to get until you are freed and you are definitely going to need your energy. Don't worry about running out, there's plenty up there to last for days. Just to give you something exciting to think about though, the liquid has a strong aphrodisiac and several fertility meds mixed in. Better not let any of that nasty cum get inside you."
"The good news is, if you win the game without getting any cum inside you, the pole will retract into the floor and you'll be free to go! If you fuck yourself too slowly for too long, however, and you let yourself get cream pied, the cum won't stop pumping until the tank below is empty and the vibrations of that dick inside you will lock in at max speed for three hours... I tried it myself and that vibrator goes a LOT higher than you've felt from it so far and it was NOT fun. Also, once you get cum inside you, the pole won't go down no matter what for an extra three days after you finish, so no morning after pills for you, haha!"
"Either way, you've got until the 24 hour mark to play the game in privacy. If you free yourself before then, the cameras all shut off and the footage they've already taken will be permanently deleted. Don't dilly dally though, because once you pass the 24 hour mark, the footage all gets put online and your live stream will be broadcast to a dozen different porn sites with your real name and contact information, so best get pumping, pet! Remember, this is all for you. I'll see you when you get free!"
With this last string of disturbing revelations, the voice went quiet and the vibration in the dildo returned in full force. She knew without having to look that the cum was rising once again as well. An overwhelming feeling of helplessness paralyzed her from head to toe. It felt like an eternity before she was able to force her eyes up to the timer to see how little time she had until she was exposed to the world. 01:36:57 and still counting up at a steady pace. A moment of confusion hit her when she saw the number above had gone down from 100 to 99.
The last thing she remembered before she woke up in her current situation was going with several of her sorority sisters to an off campus party. Her last round of undergraduate classes had just finished and she was on track to graduate Summa Cum Laude with a bachelors in Criminal Justice, fully on track towards her ultimate goal of joining the FBI. Her father, a second generation police lieutenant, couldn't have been prouder. After years of keeping her nose to the grindstone, it was time to let her hair down for a while. Her masters program didn't start for another three and a half months so she could afford to relax her strictly regulated self routine and let go for a night.
The party was wilder than she was used to and; thanks to the end of semester, the booze was flowing freer than usual. Two hours in, a staggeringly handsome young man had started to chat her up and offered her a red solo cup full of unknown liquor. In her already inebriated state, his sparkling blue eyes and thousand watt smile had won out over generations of ingrained caution and distrust and she had foolishly accepted. Her next memory was moments before, waking up in her current predicament to the feeling of water on her face, tired but not hung over as she would expect, causing her to wonder just how long she had been out.
She was in the middle of a cubic room, maybe ten feet to a side. The walls and ceiling were some kind of white paneled plastic; transparent enough for backlighting to shine through, but not clear enough to see what was beyond. All the walls were the same except for the one she was currently facing, which had the unique addition of a flat digital display with big red segmented numbers like an alarm clock. The top row of the display showed the number 100 and had not changed since she had woken up; the bottom row appeared to be timer and had been ticking up since she just before she opened her eyes. It now showed 00:15:08.
In each of the eight corners of the room, and in the middle of each of the walls and ceiling, she saw the unblinking eyes of camera lenses, focused unwaveringly on her exposed position. She wondered if she was being watched... or worse... filmed.
In the center of the ceiling, in the recess where the camera was on the walls, there was a short pipe extending down through which an unknown liquid was dripping onto her at an uneven interval. By the time she awoke, most of her body and the pole below had already been covered in the mysterious liquid. It didn't have a smell but it tasted sort of like soda water and was slimy to the touch. As she had woken severely dehydrated, she had allowed a number of the large drips to fall into her mouth before realizing after a few minutes that her skin was beginning to tingle. Closing her mouth abruptly and leaning away from the drip, she realized that the liquid had to contain some sort of aphrodisiac or stimulant. She tried to ignore the dripping, but the drops were intermittent and large enough to constantly snap her attention back to them.
The floor was some sort of black metal mesh and the excess liquid flowing off her body slithered through it to echo with little plips and plops somewhere in the darkness below. The mesh was uncomfortable to stand on for any period, but not porous enough that her toes could slip through... and her toes were all that mattered. The last feature of the room made sure of that.
In the middle of the room, extending from below the mesh all the way up into the very core of her being, was a one inch thick clear plastic tube with a massive, stiff rubber phallus on the end.
The height of the fake cock was such that, standing on her tiptoes, only a few inches were pulled outside of her vaginal canal. If she relaxed her feet too much, she sank and the phallus bottomed out inside her. Before her heels would ever reach the mesh, she would find herself fully impaled, her body weight held up by the massive invader mashed against the entrance to her womb.
When she had woken up here, her wrists had been shackled above her head, suspending her weight on her arms by cords running up into the ceiling. Unfortunately, seconds after she first opened her eyes, the shackles had popped open and the cables attached to them had silently drawn up into the ceiling, disappearing into a slot in one of the white panels that then snapped shut. With the support of the shackles removed, her surprised body had flopped down like a sack of rice, causing the fake cock to slide the last inch up inside her. With nothing in reach for her feet or arms to interact with, she had no choice but to remain spitted on the giant rubber cock.
Now, she had the choice of bearing her weight on her tiptoes on the painful mesh, or on the already punished entrance to her uterus. She had tried falling to the side and throwing her weight forward and back but it was to no avail; the hard plastic tube was unyielding and the phallus was embedded too deeply inside her. Attempts to reach down and grab the pole gained her nothing as her hands and the pole were slippery from the liquid dripping over her. Even if she could get a good grip, doubted she had the strength or flexibility to lift herself off of the device. Her single attempt at crouching down and hopping off had proven two things:
1) Between her limited range of motion and the flexibility of the mesh beneath her, she could not generate nearly enough upwards force to even come close to clearing the height of the tool upon which she was impaled.
2) Even if just for a few inches, falling with all your body weight straight down onto your cervix FUCKING HURTS.
The timer now showed 00:38:24
As she perched tenderly on her tiptoes, biting her lip against the throbbing internal pain of the lesson she had just learned, she recalled a confession she had made to her best friend about a month prior. Coming from a family of military and police officers, her life had always been carefully structured. It had long ago been drilled into her head to always be in control. What classes to take, what college to attend, what scholarships she got, her bachelors, her masters, her future job, when and how to study, how to spend her time: it was all planned out, all pre-determined, all in service of a long term goal. Through the years, the stress of maintaining this death grip of command over her public life had developed into a dark longing in her private life: a desire to let go completely. Even more than that... she yearned to be dominated, to be totally powerless, to be used without limit.
On a sleep deprived night while studying for final exams, she recalled having admitted her most twisted submissive fantasies to her friend who had slyly extracted every last detail from her willing mind. The desire to be held down and fucked against her will. To be filmed in a moment of illicit pleasure and blackmailed to submit over and over. To be used like an object by parties unknown to satisfy their own needs. To be forced to cum over and over again with no mercy or care. Not knowing if she would ever regain her freedom, or if she would hurt or infected with some STD, or if she would be saddled with the lifetime burden of raising a child by a man using her for nothing more than a few moments of pleasure... She wanted to be taken to the edge and dangled over, helpless and waiting for a fall.
She shivered at the memory of the conversation and began to call for help again, screaming her throat raw to no avail, still trying and failing to avoid the maddening drip.
As the wall timer hit 01:00:00, another insult was heaped upon her when the phallus inside her began to vibrate strongly. Despite her feelings of anxiety and discomfort, the vibrations were unavoidable and, after the comparative torture of the last hour, they felt good. She quieted and spent a few blessed moments allowing herself to luxuriate in the new sensation being piped into her center against her will before a stray glance down towards the tube caused fear to once again overwhelm her.
The clear plastic tube upon which she was impaled was slowly, yet surely, filling with a thick white liquid. The fluid was oddly familiar, though she had never seen such volume. She had realized in an instant what was happening.
The tube was slowly filling with cum.
She was going to be inseminated.
Thinking back to the beginning of her night, she remembered telling her sorority sisters not to let her hook up with some random dude this evening because she was at the most dangerous time in her cycle and she couldn't afford the pill on top of tuition and housing at her prestigious school.
Oh god... She was ovulating and unprotected and she was going to be filled with strange cum.
Panic returned and she began to scream once again, her hoarse voice pleading with parties unknown to come and save her but help was not forthcoming.
As the cum continued to creep up the tube, now a quarter of the way up towards her vulnerable opening, she realized that the panic was doing her no good, so she forced herself to calm down by silently counting off seconds while glancing back and forth between the rising liquid and the timer...
One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi...
Despite the constant vexing interruptions of the drip from above, she estimated that at the rate the tube was filling, she had about three more minutes before the dangerous contents of the tube reached the dildo inside her.
She began to struggle once again.
Her first new attempt was to grasp the tube with both her hands and feet to try to lift herself off, but the wetted pole was slippery; between the posture her lower body was forced to maintain and the liquid from above killing her traction, she could do little more than squat on top of the pole and struggle. She tried several positions, attempting to wrap her legs around the pole as if she were climbing a rope, and using the space between her big toe and the rest of her toes to grasp the pole, but the pole was too slick and the angles were all wrong.
Returning her feet to the ground, she sank down as much as she could, coiled her leg muscles as much as possible, and brought her hands down to her hips. With a shout, she then jumped up and threw her arms into the air above her. This attempt too was doomed to failure and she didn't even clear half the massive phallus before gravity once again thrust it all the way back inside her. The sensation of the impact combined with the vibrations being applied directly to her cervix almost caused her to pass out in an explosion of pain and pleasure. As she stood gasping, attempting to rally for another attempt, she noticed that the vibrations felt weaker. Curious.
Trying to make sense of this new change, she looked down to check how close the cum was to its ultimate destination. To her confusion and unexpected elation, the level of the cum had sunk down in the tube to below the level of the floor, leaving a slimy film on the inside of the plastic. As she internally celebrated, however, she once again saw the level rising steadily and she felt the vibrations were returning to their original strength.
A suspicion began to creep through her mind. To test her theory, she began flexing her feet and legs to raise herself up on the phallus and gently lower herself down. As she did this, the vibrations of the dildo slowly weakened and, after half a minute of pumping herself up and down, she saw that the level of cum in the tube was no longer visible past the floor. As she did a mental fist pump to celebrate her new discovery, she began to feel a familiar sensation gathering in her loins and froze.
If she humped the dildo, the cum in the tube stopped rising... but if she humped the dildo, she was going to cum herself.
To hump or not to hump... It really was such an easy choice to make.
She began to fuck herself in earnest.
The tingles grew greater and she felt herself approaching the edge but the muscles in her feet were already growing sore from their awkward activity and, as she fucked herself, the vibrations from the dildo diabolically dropped off to nothing. If she stilled, the vibrations returned in force, but they weren't strong enough to get her off on their own. When she fucked the pole, it was difficult to get enough movement to get herself over the line due to the limited range of motion available to her. Through it all, the heavy drops continued to fall from above with an exasperatingly random rhythm, constantly breaking her focus on her own distant finish.
She wondered if dangling her orgasm just out of reach was part of the torture being inflicted upon her. In desperation, she tilted her head back and began to catch the drips from the ceiling in her mouth as she continued to fuck herself on the pole. Her body began to thrum with the effects of whatever drug was contained within the falling liquid but she felt herself inching closer to her much needed release.
One missed drip splashed on her upper lip and she reached up to wipe her eye. Staring at her own hand, she came to the abrupt realization that she was being a giant idiot. She had been so focused on the cum in the tube, and the harassment of the drips, and chasing her own approaching climax using her legs that she had completely forgotten that her hands were free.
Relaxing her lower body, she reached down with her right hand and began to stimulate her widely spread labia, eventually running up to find her clit. As she stared down at her manipulations, she realized that the cum in the tube was beginning to rise again and she felt the vibrations of the dildo return. Flexing her feet a bit, she moved slightly up and down on the fake cock while continuing to fondle herself, but the cum kept rising. It wasn't until she energetically began pumping herself up and down on the phallus that the level of cum paused and then began to fall.
Now fully invested in her own approaching orgasm, she had her right middle finger on her clit and her left hand moving back and forth between her breasts, twisting and tweaking her nipples while her legs continued to lift her up and drop her back down on the stationary phallus. She was willfully leaning her head back to catch the falling liquid, both to quench her own dehydration and for the energy and bliss it gave her.
With her newfound combination of stimuli, it wasn't long before the inevitable happened. As she stood perched on tiptoes, mounted on and enthusiastically fucking the fake cock in the middle of the stark room, watched by countless eyes unknown, she had the most bizarre orgasm of her life.
Luckily, her leg muscles simply stiffened when she came and her feet didn't give out and drop her roughly on the fake cock. Blurred hand never stopping its strumming, her stomach muscles clenched and she went over the edge as her chest and head slumped forward.
Bathing in the afterglow of her apogee, for a blessed moment, she had peace. The cum wasn't rising, the drip wasn't dripping, and the dildo wasn't vibrating.
The moment did not last, however, and her tranquility was shattered by the unexpected booming of a loud voice, seemingly projected from every direction at once.
A voice she immediately recognized.
The voice of her best friend.
"You've learned how the game is played. Congratulations! You've got plenty more time to have fun, however, so don't worry that this will all be over too soon. When you confessed your darkest desires to me... your need to lose control, your need to risk everything for pleasure... well... it turned me on so much! I have lain awake every night since, a vision of you, helpless and fucked, running through my mind. I've masturbated to that thought more in the last month than I have the entire rest of my life. You see, you told me your fantasies, but I never told you mine... I have always wanted someone to submit themselves to me, wholly and completely, to own and control them. Mine to play with or punish, to reward or ruin... I've known you for so many years and I never knew... never knew that you were the one I was looking for all along."
She was screaming on the pole now, begging to be let go, repeating over and over that she didn't mean it, that she took it all back. The voice continued, uncaring and uninterrupted.
"I love you. I didn't know it before you confessed to me, but I do now. You are everything I have always wanted... and so, I have built this room to celebrate you. Not the front you put up at the university, but the REAL you. This is my first gift to you, so please, take your time and enjoy it. I recorded this message ahead of time so that I can't be around to chicken out and let you go early, even if you beg. There are no safe words here. You wanted to be taken to the edge more than anything and I will not deny you that. I want you to get the full experience. You deserve it."
"In case you're wondering... yes, that's real human semen in the tube. There's a whole tank of it being kept nice and warm down below you. I ran an ad online and hundreds of anonymous donors showed up to help me fill it. I didn't ask a lot of questions so who knows what's floating around in there. We both know you're at your most fertile, too; after all, what's the point of a game if there's no penalty for losing? I'm the one who convinced you to pick this night to celebrate, remember? Now you know why I cancelled at the last minute; too much to prepare for before your arrival. Also, you're going to be here for a while, so you should get used to the taste of the nutrient drip from the ceiling; that's all your hydration and nutrition you're going to get until you are freed and you are definitely going to need your energy. Don't worry about running out, there's plenty up there to last for days. Just to give you something exciting to think about though, the liquid has a strong aphrodisiac and several fertility meds mixed in. Better not let any of that nasty cum get inside you."
"The good news is, if you win the game without getting any cum inside you, the pole will retract into the floor and you'll be free to go! If you fuck yourself too slowly for too long, however, and you let yourself get cream pied, the cum won't stop pumping until the tank below is empty and the vibrations of that dick inside you will lock in at max speed for three hours... I tried it myself and that vibrator goes a LOT higher than you've felt from it so far and it was NOT fun. Also, once you get cum inside you, the pole won't go down no matter what for an extra three days after you finish, so no morning after pills for you, haha!"
"Either way, you've got until the 24 hour mark to play the game in privacy. If you free yourself before then, the cameras all shut off and the footage they've already taken will be permanently deleted. Don't dilly dally though, because once you pass the 24 hour mark, the footage all gets put online and your live stream will be broadcast to a dozen different porn sites with your real name and contact information, so best get pumping, pet! Remember, this is all for you. I'll see you when you get free!"
With this last string of disturbing revelations, the voice went quiet and the vibration in the dildo returned in full force. She knew without having to look that the cum was rising once again as well. An overwhelming feeling of helplessness paralyzed her from head to toe. It felt like an eternity before she was able to force her eyes up to the timer to see how little time she had until she was exposed to the world. 01:36:57 and still counting up at a steady pace. A moment of confusion hit her when she saw the number above had gone down from 100 to 99.
...
Wait.
That doesn't mean...
Oh fuck...
An involuntary shudder of panic tinged with anticipation and arousal ran through her body as she realized how she had to win the game. This was no time to delay.
Flexing her already aching toes, she slowly began to lift her body up on the dildo before dropping it down once again. Her left pointer finger gathered some of the slippery liquid from her chest and moved around behind her to wiggle into the tight rosebud of her asshole as her right middle finger once again found her clit. The infernal dripping from above was a constant distraction as she diddled herself from in front and behind, forcefully plunging the phallus into herself hard, over and over again, but she soon found herself nearling climax for a second time.
Breath coming in ragged gasps, legs and feet already in agony at the strain of her forced pace, she managed to tip herself over the edge and came for the second time in a short period. The intensity of this orgasm was much subdued compared to the first but the wash of endorphins was still welcome to her punished body. Muscles still twitching, she forced herself to refocus and looked up at the display which now read 01:44:04; orgasm number 2 had come much faster than number 1. The bright red 98 above confirmed what she already knew: how to win the game.
Leaning back to catch more of the drips from above in her parched mouth, she closed her eyes and reveled in the exquisite symphony of sensations being played throughout her body. The dull throbbing pain coming from her overworked leg muscles, the new stretched fullness of her once innocent sex, the haze of the orgasm and aphrodisiac induced fog dampening her nervous system...
She allowed herself only the briefest of moments to enjoy before leaning forward and starting to lift up and drop down on the fake cock once again. She fucked herself with single minded focus, pushing all other thoughts and considerations aside. There was work to be done and a game she had no choice but to win.
2 orgasms down.
Only 98 more to go.
