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The Addiction

Bench for Addiction

In an old warehouse the woman sat on a low stool. Her legs each had a leather strap that was attached to chains that lead to the wall behind her forcing her cunt to be exposed. Another strap encircled her waist and was attached directly to the same wall.  Her gaze was vacant as one hand rubbed her clit as her other hand plunged 2 fingers in and out of her pussy.

She wasn’t the only person in the room. Another woman was strapped naked to an examination chair complete with stirrups. Her mouth was gagged and she struggled trying to free herself. The door to the room opened and a man walked on. There was nothing exceptional about him and you wouldn’t glance twice if you passed him on the street. Average height, average build, brown eyes and brown hair.  But as soon as the woman on the stool saw him her hands started moving faster and she moaned.  “Please, I need more, I haven’t had any in days, please give it to me.” He ignored her, his eyes on the bound and struggling woman on the table. He stood for a moment looking at her considering. “ I think it is time to give you your treatment” The woman struggled harder trying to free herself. “That won’t do you any good” He chuckled. “This is not my first time putting someone through the process, and it won’t be my last” He moved closer to the bound woman. “Let me explain why you are here and what is about to happen to you.” He paused for a moment and then began his story.

“About 2 years ago I was diagnosed with a very rare form of cancer, incurable my Doctor said. So I started to wrap up my affairs such as they were. Then one day a man came to see me, he told me about a new gene therapy they had developed but hadn’t tested yet. He offered me a chance to test this new treatment out. I jumped at the chance, I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. It was simple really, a few weeks of IV drug treatment and a short time later I was cured. After that I returned to life with a bit more gusto, after all, how many times are you offered a second chance?”  He paused for a moment and looked at the woman on the stool who was gazing at him with longing and still masturbating.

 “I picked her up in a bar just a few days after I was pronounced cured and took her to my place and fucked her, with a condom on of course, but it broke and I came inside her. She got the morning after pill the next day and I never expected to hear from her again. But to my surprise she called me that night and begged me to come over again and fuck her. I am never one to turn down a booty call and so I went back to her place. She met me at the door naked and grabbed my shirt and pulled me inside her apartment, pulling and tearing at my clothes, begging the whole time for me to fuck her right then and there. She had a look on her face of pure lust and pulled me down to the floor whispering that she wanted my come inside her, that it had been all that she could think about ever since it happened last night. So we fucked right there in her doorways and she was insatiable. Every time I came, and I came many times before dawn it seemed to trigger her orgasm. No matter where I came, in her cunt, her ass, her mouth, even on her tits. By the time morning came and she had passed out I staggered to my feet and made my escape.”  He paused for a moment to reflect. “That’s her there chained to her stool. She used to be some hot shot executive and now all she can do is beg for more of my come.”

“I didn’t know it then, but the gene therapy I had gotten for my cancer had changed something. It made my come addictive. I didn’t figure that out until I had sex with a few more that ended with me coming in their mouth. They started acting like to one over there.” As he spoke the woman strapped to oddly seemed to grow calmer as he talked. But he was so wrapped up in telling his story the he never noticed.  “Once I realized what was happening I wondered how I could turn this to my advantage. So I started posting on Reddit that I had the ultimate aphrodisiac and once word got around that what I was offering actually worked, well the money just poured into my hands.  Now I know that some of those people are using my come to enslave women and steal them away from their lives. But I figure that most of you have it coming. And that brings me to you my dear. “ He paused for a moment and began removing his belt and unzipping his fly. “You are a very very special request. Usually I just use my slut over there to make me come and send it out in vials with instructions. The request for you was very specific. I received an exceptionally large check for this with the provision that I had to fuck you and come inside your cunt to do this job properly. And that is why you are tied down to this table, naked. I have been instructed to fuck you and make you a sex slave, and I am being rather handsomely paid to do so. To be completely honest this makes it just that much more fun for me. Because as much as I like making women into dirty little come sluts, just sending out vials to horny basement dwellers has lost its charm.”

On the table strapped down with her mouth gagged the woman smiled and wiggled her hips as if inviting him. “The lady seems very willing” He chuckled. “Well let’s not keep her waiting then. “ He pushed his hard cock deep inside her with one firm thrust. “Oh my, wet and ready for me, your cunt feels delicious. “ As he pumped in and out of her he noticed that his grasp on what he was doing and why started to slip away. He became lost in the moment and filled with no other thought than lust. Why had he tied and gagged this goddess? She was meant to be worshipped and adored, not held down but lifted up. He stopped fucking and immediately released her from the chair and removed her gag. She smiled at him. “Well it is about time you stopped talking and crowing.” He dropped to his knees and bowed his head babbling incoherent nonsense. She climbed down off the table and began dressing. “You see.” She grinned. “I had this rare form of cancer and had the gene therapy myself. You couldn’t have thought that you were the only one. And I discovered my power in the same way that you did, but I learned how to be careful and only sleep with people who wanted to give up control. And it wasn’t until my friend over there, chained and kept as an unwilling slave went missing that I even know that you existed. But once I did you were pretty easy to track down, so I hired you to kidnap and fuck me. Now I am going to take my friend here home and wean her from the addiction you’ve caused.” You however, are going to be a plaything for many, many people.” As she spoke she released her friend from the stool and put him in her place. He gazed vacantly off into space stroking his hard cock with no other thought than serving her. He didn’t even register the door to the warehouse closing and locking behind her as she left.

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12 thoughts on “The Addiction”

    Thank you very much. I had the story clear in my head (eventually) it was hard to get the words into the post though

    I wasn’t sure where this was going at first. I didn’t like the state of the poor woman on the stool, but the twist at the end was brilliant! Had to go back and re-read it with different eyes, so good!

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