Mind-broken Sluts

 As Trish awoke, the back of her neck throbbed with a dull ache. She let out a tired groan as she sluggishly shifted her body and her heavy eyelids scrunched up in resistance to her stirring. Quickly, Trish felt a sinking feeling spread through her as reality crashed through her dream-dazed mind and she began to realise that something was very, very wrong. She could feel the weight of metal hanging from her wrists and ankles, its harsh jangling as she tried to move properly only fuelled the growing fear as her situation sank in. Her whole body felt stiff against the cold ground upon which she had been lying unconscious. Her eyes shot open and frantically darted around the room to take in her surroundings.

The room was dark, strangely so. The only hint of light was a small ray emanating from a window about the size of a book, situated high up in the far corner of the room. Her rapid breathing echoed in the emptiness of what she could tell was some creepy basement. Trish searched her memories desperately for an explanation. The last thing she remembered she was heading home from a late shift at her job...she heard footsteps behind her and...nothing past that. She must have been kidnapped, it was the only explanation. She wriggled there on the floor for a few minutes, tugging at the chains, trying to slip away or smash them against the ground or anything. She just needed to escape. But it was futile. Her bindings were sturdy and tight and all she achieved was tiring herself out. Eyes growing watery, Trish began to scream for help.

“HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP IN TRAPPED HERE! PLEASE HELP ME!” she cried out at the top of her lungs.

Immediately, there was a noise above her as the loud thud of footsteps approached the door to the basement and finally a man entered, flipping the light switch and staring at Trish with a disturbing grin-like that of a crocodile eyeing up its next meal. Trish was momentarily silenced as she gazed back in horror, before she began to wriggle and scream more urgently than before.

“HELP! HE’S HERE! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME SOMEONE DO SOMETHING!” she begged.

“You’re such a noise little bitch. Not to mention stupid. Do you think I would leave you here without a gag or anything if there was anyone around to hear your annoying whining?” he scolded her. “Oh, and I’m not going to kill you. That would be a real waste after all the work I’ve done.”

Trish looked at him with eyes wide in fear and confusion. “If you’re not going to kill me...w-what are you going to do?” she sobbed nervously.

The man simply smiled his creepy smile and glanced downwards as his hand reached for his pants and he yanked his zipper down eagerly.

Trish gasped in shock and winced as his fat cock burst out of his pants and flopped in front of her. “If you think that I will ever do anything with your pathetic, gross dick then you’re fucking joking! I will bite that thing off I swear!” she yelled furiously.

“Hahaha. Silly doll, you didn’t even notice it did you?” he asked her, unfazed.

“W-what the hell are you talking about you bastard?!” she snapped back.

“Don’t you feel it, the dull ache in your neck?” he continued.

Trish was stunned and terrified. What had he done to her neck? It had felt strangely sore since she woke up but until now she didn’t pay much attention. The more she noticed it the stranger it felt. What was happening? Trish sobbed and tried to move away as the man reached behind her neck and she felt his hand brush against her neck. Shortly after she heard a distinct ‘click’ and then...things went blank.

Trish heard another ‘click’ and glanced around in confusion. She wasn’t sure what happened but suddenly she was lying on the floor, chains removed with her soft tits pressed into the ground and her legs spread wide. The man was on top of her, holding her down with one hand as he guided the tip of his cock between her open legs with the other.

“Whats goi-ngggh fuck!” Trish gasped as she felt his cock enter her without warning. It slid in surprisingly easily as she realised she was already dripping wet. Trish couldn’t process what was happening. It didn’t make any sense to her...he just reached behind her neck and suddenly she was on the ground with his cock slamming inside her. Why was she so wet? What did he do?

“I turned you off while I got your little cunt nice and sloppy for me, but I wanted you on for this part.” he commented cryptically as his cock rammed inside her slick hole repeatedly.

Trish whimpered in fear and twisted pleasure as she tried to understand what he was saying.

“Oh, I guess you didn’t hear the rest of my explanation because I flipped the switch. Well, its an easy mistake to make.” he said through grunts as he held her down firmly and drove his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into Trish’s dribbling slit. “I installed a little switch you see, at the back of your neck. Connected it to your brain so that when its flipped, you lose higher function. Just things like thinking and speaking. Its really a really convenient solution to that nasty biting business you were talking about. I find its much easier to train your body than your mind, see how easily your tight slit turned into a drooling mess?” he explained.

Trish was stunned. Her thoughts raced as she finally understood her true predicament. She dragged her arm up to the back of her neck and softly ran her fingers across the switch as his cock continued to assault her soaking slit relentlessly. There it was. It felt exactly like an ordinary light switch, the kind she had at home. It couldn’t be real though...couldn’t really turn off her thoughts...she shivered and hesitated as her finger tensed up. Slowly, she began to push the switch.

‘Click.’ Blankness.

‘Click.’

Trish felt her head throb and a sudden dizziness overtook her. She was still in the same position but time had clearly passed. Her pussy felt like it had been pounded for at least twenty minutes now and it was quivering eagerly. His cock also twitched urgently and she knew he was close to cumming.

“The best part is coming up, I want you on to feel your first load of my cum.” he told her as he drove his throbbing shaft deep and let out a long groan as hot spurts of cum shot inside Trish.

Trish squirmed and whimpered quiet pleas for mercy as he continued to pump her full of hot cum. She felt dizzy, almost drunk as her brain struggled to take in the sensations. It felt like all the pleasure her body had received while she was off had just been shot into her head and she couldn’t take it. She blushed and sobbed gently as she realised how close she was to orgasm. This disgusting pervert was making her feel good and she couldn’t do anything...couldn’t even remember it…

“Ungh. That felt great! I love breaking in new toys. Oh, but the jobs not done yet. Your pussy is looking pretty desperate right now. You want to cum don’t you?” he pointed out.

“No! I would never do that with someone like you! You’re a piece of trash rapist abductor, I would rather die than cum in front of you!” she spat at him.

“I wonder what its like being turned on mid-orgasm?” he pondered as he reached toward her switch.

“Nooo-” she cried out before the ‘click’ as her scream died in her throat and she lost consciousness.

‘Click.’

Trish’s mind exploded as surges of intense pleasure pulsed from her burning pussy as the man’s fingers were bearing down on her tender clit and she was writhing and groaning loudly like a cat in heat.

“What is it like, waking up to a mind shattering orgasm? Can you even understand me right now?” he asked as Trish moaned and thrashed around wildly in a daze.

The man chuckled, flipping the switch a few more times as the poor Trish could only groan and wriggle in a total daze. Consciousness flickering on and off as sudden bursts of orgasmic pleasure blew her brain over and over.

By the time it was over she was a mess. Trish had been reduced to a grunting puddle on the floor as her brain couldn’t process the repeated attacks of pleasure and blackouts. She blinked slowly and groaned as the man lifted her head to his crotch and slid his sticky cock coated in cum and pussy juice into her helpless throat.

“Not going to bite it? Where’s all that fight you had earlier? Your switch is on right?” he asked smugly, checking her neck to make sure that she was turned on.

He fucked her throat for a while, using the defeated Trish like a living fuckdoll. All she could do was choke on his cock as her mind had yet to recover from its ordeal. As he came once more, leaving his thick, salty cum staining her lips and oozing down her throat, he seemed satisfied. He took a good look at the brainless, cum splattered fuckdoll before him and smiled before reaching down and flipping the switch off once more before leaving.

‘Click.’

The man kept using Trish, assaulting her body and playing with her mind like a simple toy. Gradually her mind wore away as she began to feel more accustomed to being turned off than on. Spending so much time with her brain off, only to be raped, abused and utterly overloaded with feelings whenever she was on. Before long she was turning herself off more and more often. Finally the man noticed a change in his mindless cumbucket.

“Not so talkative today are you doll?” he asked as Trish simply lay there, legs spread and jaw open wide with drool dribbling down her chin and pussy already moist. “You’re switched on right now, you must have something to say. You could scream or beg me to stop...” he continued as Trish remained still, glassy eyes gazing at his crotch.

He decided to do a quick test and undid all her bindings as she remained there drooling and softly moaning. “Ok, I’ve had my fun. You can go now.” he said to her.

No response.

“I’m serious, I’m bored of you. I’ll go get a new toy so you can leave. The door is open, stairs are right there.” he repeated, pointing to the exit.

Still nothing.

He slowly walked over to the far window and sat down, facing away from her. “See, I won’t stop you. This is your chance to escape.” he insisted.

Trish was still there, tongue hanging out like a proper, ready to use fuckdoll.

The man became frustrated and marched up the stairs. As Trish sat there, thoughtless and dripping, his voice echoed down the stairs. He was on the phone with someone, not that the mindless Trish could understand.

“Yeah, I think this one is broken. There’s no response at all!” he complained.

“Have you tried turning it off and on again?” came the response.

The abductor sighed and hung up the phone angrily. “I guess it really is time for a new toy...”