Private Rick Stone found out that the bitch of an NCO, Sergeant D was a flexi-human and had her own OnlyFollowers where she showed off this fact. So he did the only thing that a young, horny, put-upon man could do in that situation: flatten his boss with a mallet and inflate her like a sexdoll. A special plug in her ass kept the air inside of her, but allowed for… various objects to be inserted. In short, she had been turned into a living, self-cleaning sextoy for Rick to use as he saw fit.
In her current state, she was rendered incapable of moving on her own or even talking. But she could still feel everything. So every time Rick decided to relieve some stress on his new toy, she got the full experience. This all went down right before Christmas break, after which, Sergeant D spent the New Years holiday with Specialist Jacob Ronin in the guest room in his parent’s house. The twist was that Jacob didn’t realize she was an actual person. He found it entertaining that the toy looked exactly like Sergeant D, but genuinely thought she was just a toy.
She got more than her share of abuse at Jacob’s hands. In the privacy of the basement, Jacob used every one of her holes multiple times each, letting her body absorb his load.
But that was two weeks ago, and all soldiers had returned to base, meaning that Sergeant D had been returned to the barracks room shared by Jacob and Rick. Their shifts didn’t line up, meaning that each of them had a good amount of time alone in the room. Rick always teased Sergeant D, calling her degrading names and dressing her up in humiliating outfits. He even acquired several sextoys to use on her, often leaving the larger of the dildos inserted into her pussy when she wasn’t in use.
He also laughingly informed her that she was officially declared Absent Without Leave, and that an arrest warrant was issued for her. If she could have, she would have shed a tear. Now even if she did somehow make it out of Rick’s clutches, she would either be thrown in jail, or have to endure the humiliation of submitting an official report about what happened to her.
While no one except Rick knew that his sexdoll was the actual Sergeant D, everyone else who knew about her, which by now was most of the barracks, noticed the resemblance. And all of them were eager to take their frustrations out on her. Which is where D found herself now.
Private First Class Samantha Sharlee had butted heads with the sergeant more than most. This had come to a head when Sergeant D decided on a surprise inspection of the barracks and found some of Samantha’s BDSM related items. While none of it was contraband, Sergeant D forced Samatha to submit a memo listing each item she owned and what their expressed purpose was. It was humiliating for Samantha, but it was either that or be formally disciplined for failure to follow orders.
Having borrowed Sergeant D, Samantha had her laying on her bed, facedown, her legs bent at the waist so her ass stuck off the edge of the bed. D’s wrists were pulled behind her back, and secured together with leather cuffs, locked in place with tiny padlocks. The cuffs were tied into the ceiling panels with a short length of rope, keeping the sergeant into a strict and painful strappado position. Her ankles were similarly locked together, her knees sitting on the floor at the base of the bed.
Samantha, naked as the day she was born, sat on the bed next to her, stroking the sergeant’s hair. The private was commonly described as a ‘muscle-mommy’ by some of the other soldiers, a title earned by her impressively strong physique.
Samantha was holding a long, thick dildo attached to a leather harness.
“You know, I’ve tried to use this gag on so many people, but none of them could take it deep enough,” Samantha said to the trussed-up sergeant. “But I guess you’ll have no choice but to take it all!”
Samantha smirked and brought the dildo down toward D’s face. The sergeant could see it approaching. She panicked at the size of the toy, lamenting that it was destined for her throat. The tip touched her lips and pressed in, forcing her mouth open until her jaw was nearly distended. It didn’t stop there though, Samantha pressed until the silicone cock triggered her gag reflex, and then beyond. Sergeant D felt the toy forcing its way down her throat, far further than any of the flesh and blood appendages had gone before. Finally it stopped, leaving D to gag silently.
“There,” Samantha teased as she wrapped the straps around D’s head, securing them behind her head and pulling tight. “That’s a good little slut.”
The sergeant tried her best to relax, but the sheer size of the dildo down her throat made it impossible. She was left in a state of panic and near suffocation without relief.
“You remember this toy don’t you?” Samantha asked, holding an odd-looking, purple dildo. One end was a realistically shaped fake penis. The other end was a sort of hook, also in the shape of the male anatomy. The hook end was designed to hold itself inside a woman’s vagina to, in essence, give her a fake cock for use on her partner. It was designed to move inside the ‘wearer’ to allow her to experience the pleasure as well. “It’s a strapless strap-on, but what did you make me call it? ‘A silicone phallic facsimile for the purpose of sapphic coitus,’ was it?”
Sergeant D couldn’t see much, since she was laying face-down, but she did remember that phrase. She had indeed made Samantha spell it out like that. Given her current position, it seemed clear what Samantha had planned for that toy.
D’s guess was proven true as Samantha started to work the hooked end into herself, grunting and moaning subtly as the toy worked against her slit. Once in place it looked like she was sporting a deep purple cock of impressive size. She stroked it up and down slowly, gripping only tight enough for it to move ever so slightly inside her, the rubber nub against her clit rubbing pleasantly against her.
“Oh I am going to enjoy shoving this deep inside you. But first,” Samantha laughed uproariously at the final word. “Ha…! Butt. That will make sense in a second…”
Samanatha reached out of sight and grabbed something. It was a metal hook, about two inches thick. It actually had a very similar shape as the strap-on lodged in Samantha. One end of it was about eight inches long and had a metal ring on the end of it, the other hooked at ninety degrees and then curled back up, almost in the shape of an old-school cartoon-style boat anchor. The end of this hooked piece was bulb-shaped, like the head of a cock.
Holding onto the straight end, Samantha pressed the bulb of the hooked side against D’s asshole, working it against her puckered hole. Sergeant D would have jumped out of her skin if she was able to move, the cold metal catching her off guard. Samantha wasn’t gentle. She pressed the metal into D’s asshole with a quick wrench.
The pain and shock of the quick insertion ripped through D as the cold metal forced its way into her. Even through the condom-like plug in her ass, she could feel the large intruder pressing on her from the inside. Samantha pressed it deeper, so the base of the hook nestled right between her cheeks, the straight part going laying on her back, pointing up toward D’s head. Samantha didn’t waste any time, she pulled D’s hair back into a ponytail, tying it off with the end of a short length of rope. She even looped her hair back onto itself to further secure the rope into place.
Without warning, Samantha pulled the rope back toward D’s ass, wrenching her head back until it was straight up, looking at the wall on the other side of the bed. Even with her flexible nature, the ninety-degree bend of her neck caused the sergeant significant discomfort. To her dismay, her tormentor tucked the rope through the loop on the ass hook, tying it in place. Once Samantha let go of the rope, D’s head naturally started to fall forward, which pulled on the metal hook buried in her ass. She screamed in her head, her hair and ass pulled hard by the hook and rope.
“There,” Samantha said in a satisfied tone. “This is how I like my bitches, strung up and hooked, presenting themselves for me to use…”
Samantha ran her hand over D’s ass, admiring how well it was presented to her, marveling at just how realistic this toy really was. She bit her lip and stepped in closer, taking a hold of her rubber phallus and guiding it toward D’s slit.
Despite her helplessness and the pain of her position, D felt the pleasure wash over her as the toy made contact with her, rubbing up and down her lips and clit. At least there was some distraction from the discomfort.
Samantha moaned under her breath, the double-ended dildo moving inside her as it met resistance. She pressed harder, the feeling in both her and her unwitting partner increasing.
“If only I could get the real sarg in this position,” Samantha mused to herself. “I would love to show that bitch a thing or two…”
D screamed in her head, hating that her subordinate had her in such a position. Somehow the fact that she didn’t know the truth of it all made it that much worse. Samantha pressed her toy slowly deeper, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation. She was always one to take her time, especially when dominating someone like this. There was nothing like the feeling of being in control of not only her own pleasure, but that of her sub was nothing short of intoxicating.
She slowly pressed the toy into D’s pussy until their skin touched, then she drew it back out until only the tip remained inside. Then again, slowly, teasingly. D moaned to herself in spite of it all, the stretch of the thick toy a pleasant, subtle sensation. As Samantha started her third stroke, D was starting to crave more. The teasingly languid pace increased D’s arousal until she was nearly desperate for it.
Samantha kept up the slow pace for an agonizingly long time, completing ten full strokes. By now, D was screaming for it, desperate beyond anything she had felt before. Having only been with men whose enthusiasm for sex wouldn’t allow this kind of pace, she was very unused to having to wait for satisfaction.
But then she didn’t have to. Samantha started to pick up her pace, but only just. Samantha took a hold of her hips and sped up, forcing the rubber toy in and out quicker and quicker. D didn’t know what she was more upset about, the situation that she found herself in or that she actually started to enjoy it. But even at the quickened pace, she found herself wanting.
Samantha, on the other hand, was enjoying every minute of it. Granted, she normally takes more enjoyment when her partner responds.
“See, this is normally the part where I make you beg for it,” Samantha taunted through her grunts and moans. “But I’ll just have to use my imagination. If you were the real Sergeant D, I would be doing things like this…”
Samantha slowed down her pace almost even slower than when she first started.
“And then I would ask if you wanted me to go faster,” Samantha continued. “And when you begged for it, I would speed up for just a second…”
Samantha rammed her toy home hard and fast, burying it fully inside D in less than a second. She followed this by three more thrusts just as fast. D exploded with pleasure, her orgasm quickly approaching. But then Samantha stopped, slowing her pace again. D screamed silently, begging for her to finish the job. If she still could have, she would have blushed a deep red realizing that she would have begged her abuser.
“But then slow down and make you want it,” Samantha said smugly. “I would have you weeping, barely able to function…”
The irony wasn’t lost on D. Samantha didn’t even realize that it was all happening exactly as she was describing.
“And then, when you didn’t think you could take any more… teasing,” Samantha stopped with the tip of her toy just barely inside her at the final word. “I would bring it all home…”
As soon as she stopped talking, Samantha sped up her pace to a near frantic speed. D only lasted a three or four thrusts before she felt the climax washing over her. She screamed in her head, the intense pleasure of the powerful orgasm taking her mind completely out of her situation. Behind her, Samantha’s mouth dropped oven and her eyes drifted shut, soft moans slipping from her lips.
In the throes of passion, she grabbed a hold of the rope between D’s ass and hair, using it as leverage to drive home her toy. Pain shot through D as her head was pulled back harder and the hook dug into her ass harder. Now that the pleasure of the orgasm had faded, she was just left with humiliation and pain.
Samantha’s moans became higher pitched as she let it all out, not holding back her enjoyment in the slightest. Soon her hips shuddered as she fucked her toy, and the climax built inside her until she was screaming to the ceiling of her barracks room.
After a few more slow thrusts, Samantha let go of the rope, letting it fall back into place. The strain wasn’t gone completely, but at least it was lessened. The rubber phallus was slowly removed until it popped out, D’s pussy bouncing back into a resting state.
“Hmm, so was that good for you?” Samantha said, her ecstasy evident in her voice.
D’s humiliation returned in full. She wanted nothing more than to be untied from this uncomfortable position. Sure she wanted to be allowed to return to a fully animated state, but she would settle for being untied at the moment.
“Well anyway,” Samantha patted D’s ass a few times. “I’m going to go take a shower, then I’m off to meet up with some friends for the evening.”
Panic gripped the sergeant. She was going to leave her tied like this! Samantha grunted as she removed the toy from herself and tossed it onto the bed. Then she walked away, indeed leaving D tied to her bed…
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