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“Damn it… isn’t there anything on this stupid thing?” Donna cursed as she flipped from channel to channel with nothing but static on the screen.
Worse was the fact that the volume control was broken and the thing kept hissing at her 24 hours a day.
She let out a sigh as her left hand continued to rub her clip through the latex that encased most of her body.
Suddenly she gasped and moaned as her fingers found the spot, “Oh yeah… right there… that’s it!” she said aloud as her right hand stopped fiddling with the TV and instead grabbed her breast and gave it a squeeze.
A few moments later she was orgasming… again.
When it passed she tried to remember the number of times she’d rubbed herself to orgasm since she woke up… was it 6 or 7 times? More?
It was hard to keep track honestly.
She took another look around the small room that she was trapped in, the TV in one corner, a bed along the opposite wall, a toilet in the other corner across from the TV, the coffee table she was currently seated on, and a door on the remaining wall.
The door was locked of course, and there was no other visible exit to the room, though there were cameras in each of the corners of the ceiling.
She stood up and walked carefully back over to the bed, she wasn’t used to walking in heels, she hadn’t ever worn them before they appeared along with her food when she awoke a week or so ago. The latex outfit and corset had been the same.
Donna knew what they were doing, she wasn’t stupid or anything, she’d never masturbated so much in her life, let alone each day.
They were trying to brainwash her… or more honestly, they were brainwashing her.
All the dreams of submission and obedience, of pleasure and sex, it was obvious that they were succeeding.
The worst part was the boredom though. She’d been stuck in the room for weeks? More?
It was hard to tell, and all there was to do was either zone out and stare at the static on the TV, or masturbate.
She let out a sigh as she laid down on the bed, spread her legs, and then unzipped the zipper between her legs the rest of the way around before grabbing one of her dildos and pushing up against her sphincter.
She bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and then pushed it slowly into her ass. A gasp escaped her lips, then words that she’d dreamed the night before.
“God yeah baby… fuck my tight little ass… mmmmm…. that’s right, I want you to split me in two with that big fat cock of yours…”
It didn’t take long for another orgasm to crest, but this time she didn’t stop sliding the dildo in and out of her ass, instead building to another, and another, and another.
“How’s she coming along?” Tom asked as he stood behind Jeff at the control panel.
“Pretty good, she hasn’t penetrated her vagina for three days and has only masturbates with her clit one in five times now.” Jeff replied.
Tom nodded, “Good. How’s her weight coming along?”
“With the restricted diet we have her on she’s lost 15 pounds in the first two weeks, and another 5 this week. Should see, maybe another 5 or 10 before she’s finished.”
“Alright, don’t go to low, the client likes them with a bit of meat on the bone.”
“I’ll make a note to increase her calories by 5% after this week, that should even her out.”
“So do you think it will take two more weeks to get her to anal only?”
“Nah, she’ll be there by the end of this week. The rest will just be re-enforcement.”
“Perfect, the client is eager to get her back, so I’ll let him know.”
This time Jeff nodded and then turned back to the consol in front of him and started typing.
Tom turned around and picked up the tray of food that he was taking to drop off at Donna’s room, on the side was a black latex hood and a pair of matching gloves.
