Addicted to Force part 2

Belle's plans fail turning her target into a loyal puppy who wont even fuck her. Now she has to chase her lust to finally fufil her dangerous fantasy.

“Belle, you have to go to therapy. The dean said it’s required after horrific trauma like that.”

“Jason, if you don’t get out of my fucking face right now, you will be the next one receiving trauma.”

“No! You are going! You’ve been acting super aggressive since this all happened. You’re scaring me!”

“Yeah, because you haven’t let me out of your fucking sight.”

“Maybe being cooped up in this fucking room with a fucking love-struck puppy isn’t the best thing for my fucking trauma!”

He goes to hug me.

“Please don’t touch me.”

I ball up and cry.

Maybe he’ll let me leave.

It’s been two fucking weeks.

I need it so bad.

“I’m sorry! I’m here for you. I will never leave you!”

“That’s sweet. I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh, let me walk you there!”

“It’s okay, I promise. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, but please, be safe.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“God fucking dammit. I had to try and get the fucking nice guy to turn bad. Now I’m fucking stuck-” I rant down the hall.

“Hi, Belle. I was looking for you.”

“Oh, uh, Dean… why would you be looking for me?”

“I’m checking to see how therapy is going.”

“Oh, uh, I’m not going.”

“It’s a requirement. Sorry, but you either go this Friday, or you’re unenrolled.”

“Oh, real fucking nice. I get fucking gang-raped, and now you’re threatening me!”

His silence cuts like a knife.

“Friday?” I ask.

“Yes. Your appointment is already set. Go to this office at two.” He hands me a business card.

Dr. Andrews

“Great.”

I walk away and flip him off behind his back.

SLAM

“Take your fucking pants off!”

“Uh, what?”

“Take your fucking pants off now!”

I strip.

“Belle, stop. This is insane!”

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I will walk into that hall naked, bend over, and wait for the first man who wants me.”

“You said you weren’t ready!”

I open the door.

“Stop!”

I raise my eyebrow at him.

His hunger is gone.

I leave the door open when I walk out.

“Who wants to fuck me!”

Within a moment, men surround me, drawn by my body and my willingness to be openly molested.

“Well, take them out! We're going to do three at a time! The first one to make me cum gets a date!”

I scan the cocks around the group. Then I pick the longest.

“You get on the ground on your back.”

The door slams to Jason's room.

“Pussy!”

“Hey, you! Mr. Thick Cock, ever fuck a girl in the ass before? If not, you're going today!” Then I point to my final participant for this group and tell him to get in front of me. “Once you cum, move on and someone takes his place! I want everyone's load!”

Within moments, the act is in full swing. I lower myself down on the impressive shaft. I bury it deep down into my pussy, smashing my cervix down on the head.

“Fuck! God, that’s so fucking good!” I turn around, anger in my eyes. “Fuck my ass now! You better not take it easy!”

I start to ride the cock in my pussy, bending over to let the man behind me force his cock inside my tight hole. It's so large it's causing issues.

“Haven't you figured out how to use that thing-”

It breaks through my sphincter while I'm taunting him, and he begins to go wild in my clenched hole.

With every thrust from the man, it bounces me on the cock battering my cervix.

I look down. “Fucking choke me and don’t stop!”

The man's hands wrap around my throat as my body moves like a rag doll. The man in front of me begins to use my mouth like a wet fuck tunnel. He begins wildly thrusting and deep-throating my face. His balls slap my chin.

The man in my ass stretches and tears at my now-aching hole. He gives me everything he has when his thrusts begin to slow, and I feel the pulses of a climax.

When he shoots his powerful load into me, he follows the rules and does not linger. The next stranger's cock in my ass does not disappoint; it is a long shaft that punishes the curves in my fuck tunnel.

I feel him going deeper than I've ever had in my ass. I feel my relief building when the grip tightens around my neck and then is followed by several strong thrusts.

My womb is now coated with a thick layer of sticky juices. The transition is slightly awkward, but within moments I’m back to riding another well-endowed man, taking the slutty, rough punishment I begged for.

The man continues to choke me like the last one did. The man in my mouth takes his cock out and spits in my face and slaps me.

“Harder, you fuckers! Everyone go fucking harder!” The abuse instantly intensifies. The treatment I crave is within reach but is still unobtainable. Load after load of cum paints my body and soaks my insides.

My body gets right to the edge and fucking stays there.

Fuck!

“Make me fucking come! God fucking dammit!”

I collapse.

I cry on the floor in delirium.

I lie there exhausted, quivering, and ruined.

“Are you done now?”

Jason covers me with a blanket.

“Leave me alone.”

“You need help.”

I need to cum.

The next couple of days blur. My brain is fogged, and I’m on edge. My puppy won’t stop following me and checking on me.

“Hello, I’m-”

“Isabelle, come take a seat.”

“It’s Belle, prick!”

“I’m sorry, Isabelle, but that’s what’s in my file.”

I get up to leave.

“Have you been able to finish?”

“What the fuck did you say to me?”

“I heard about your… episode in the hallway.”

“Fuck you!”

He looks into my eyes.

“Okay, what do you want to know? If my daddy fucked me? My stepdad raped me? Or maybe if my neighbor pissed on my face? No, nothing ever fucking happened, okay? I’m just a fucking whore. I like sex, okay? My boyfriend was pissing me off, so I decided to have a train run on me!”

“I don’t believe you. The session is over for the day. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Fuck this.” I storm out.

Ding.

“What the fuck?”

Private number
Angels Studio
Come alone
9 p.m.

Walking up to the doors feels like I’m doing something really wrong. My gut screams, and my brain begs.

But my body throbs.

I open the doors and cross the threshold.

The place is spotless. Cameras line the walls, leaving no spot unseen.

A tall blonde woman in bright red heels and nothing else approaches me.

“Strip.”

“Uh, excu-”

CRACK

A cane strikes across my hip.

“Strip or leave.”

I remove my clothes without a second thought.

“Put this on.”

It’s a black leather collar with a large D-ring.

I do as commanded.

“So, is this a porn studio?”

CRACK

“Fuck!”

CRACK CRACK

“On your knees, slut!”

I drop before I can get struck again.

The woman bends over, and instantly I know my task. I begin to lick the woman's asshole.

“This is all a slave's mouth is good for! Open your mouth.”

I sit back up and do as I was told and open my mouth wide.

The woman stands over my mouth, holds my pretty hair, and begins to piss on my face.

The warmth is amazing. It's pure bliss running down my body, pure filthy bliss.

“Thank me for your gift!”

“Uh, thank you.”

“On your fucking back. Spread your legs.”

Quickly I do as I'm told.

SMACK

A stinging strike lands on my clit that makes my bladder fail. I begin to piss on the woman's shoes. This provokes a torrent of strikes on my cunt that leave me weeping on the floor.

“You will address me as Mistress! Do you understand, slut!”

“Yes, Mistress.” I scream out in pain.

I hold my pussy, crying.

“Alright, let's check your use. What's your safeword?”

“Uh, pineapple, I guess,” I say hesitantly.

She puts on a long latex glove.

“Alright, if you move, you get hit!”

With three fingers, she presses into my sopping wet pussy.

“Fuck! Yes!”

My eyes roll back in my head. Then I begin to feel a lot of pressure as a fourth is being worked in.

“Oh god, that's a lot.” I begin to complain.

Suddenly, she starts to make a beak with her hand. With force she presses her hand all the way to her knuckles into my soft cunt.

“God, fuck!”

Then, without warning, she does the same to my asshole. It starts relatively slow with only getting the fingers into her first knuckle, but the message is clear: I must yield.

“Fuck, pineapple! That fucking hurts, Mistress!”

Then quickly, the assault begins.

The woman, full of spite and hate, puts all of her weight into her hands and breaks my holes, using me as a bracelet for her wrists.

“God, fuck! Pineapple! Pineapple! PINEAPPLE!”

But it's no use. My words only seem to invigorate the woman. I'm openly sobbing with the pain, and she's thrusting in and out of my holes. Her fingers curl into fists as she slowly pulls out, stretching me to my max before pressing them back in.

My eyes are sealed tightly, leaking from the sides. I'm pissing with every thrust, losing complete control over my body.

The woman continues her invasion, paying special attention to my asshole. She gives me punishing thrusts over and over again. I clamp down on her arm, approaching my climax, but this does nothing to stop her. She twists inside of my tunnel.

“Please, fuck! God! Fucking shit!”

She thrusts deep into me and begins to open her hand and twist it inside roughly.

“Fuck, I'm going to-”

She yanks her hands free of my bloodied holes. She wipes my mess across my body.

“You don't get to cum!” she yells out at me.

“Fuck, please, Mistress!” I beg.

She walks away, leaving me crying on the floor.

“Come, bitch!” she yells.

I start to stand.

“Crawl, you fucking bitch!”

God, fuck. I just want to come.

“Yes, Mistress.”

I crawl behind her, leaving drops of blood trailing behind me.

She walks me to a chair with a vibrator in the seat and straps that’ll hold its occupant in place.

“Sit!”

I obey.

She makes a few adjustments and puts a pad on my chest.

“What’s this, Mistress?”

“You’ll see.”

The vibrator, perfectly aimed, comes to life at full speed.

Instantly I'm pushed to the edge of a powerful orgasm.

Shock.

Beep.

Shock.

Beep.

The pad comes alive, sending jolts through my body, and the vibrator dies.

No.

“When your heart rate spikes, the vibrator shuts off and the pad shocks you until you rest. Then the vibrator comes back on.”

She walks away while my head spins.

She leads out a beautiful woman and sits her in front of me.

“This is what happens when you’re a good slave this weekend.”

She expertly brings the woman to an earth-shattering, blissful, squirting orgasm before my eyes. She makes the woman lie on her back, and she shoots her liquids all over my body.

My heart rate skyrockets.

The vibrator shuts off.

Electricity courses through my body.

I try to defy it.

The mistress smiles wickedly at my efforts. Then my body seizes and goes stiff as the current intensifies to an unmanageable level.

“Oh, I see you’ve been promoted to Level 2!” she says with a truly evil tone. “I recommend not trying to find out what Level 3 feels like.”

The current shuts off, and the vibrator roars back to life as my words return.

“Fuck you!” I yell feverishly. “Let me go! I don’t want to be here anymore!”

“Sorry, sweetheart. We have you until Sunday night.”

She grabs the other woman by the hair and strides from the room. The woman crawls on all fours behind her.

I feel the edge take over my body again.

Then the Level 2 shock tears through me.

I realize now it’s stuck at this level.

When the vibrator regains control, I openly sob.

“Please, just let me cum! I’ll do anything! Just make it stop!”

After hours of desperation, I try to resign myself to my fate. My body is exhausted. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears as clearly as I can hear the violent wet rattling of my punishment. The sounds echo across the giant open room.

I beg into the void for my suffering to end.

Even when the world goes black, I jolt awake under a heavy burst of voltage.

No release.

No relief.

No rest.

I don’t even know how long it’s been.

“How is my new slave doing?”

The voice comes from behind me as a hand wraps around my throat, applying steady pressure.

“Please, Mistress, please let me come.”

“What will you do for release?” she asks.

“Anything!” I gasp.

She releases my body from its restraints.

When I stand, I collapse.

My reality is black, and I am depleted.

I don’t wake up in the same room.

Hell, I don’t feel like I wake in the same world.

My wrists are bound above my head. My shoulders feel locked. I instinctively stand on my tiptoes for relief. Then I feel a violent tugging at my clit. I'm instantly made aware of my purple nub being drained of life from the clip placed on it, now trying to rip it from my body.

“Oh dear, please keep doing that!” I feel a stick score across my back. I stand straight up, reigniting the pain in my pussy.

“Ah, fuck! Please, what is happening!”

WHACK

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Mistress.” My composure breaks, and I begin to sob.

“Do you want the rope off?”

“Yes, please!”

She begins to tug on the rope, stretching my clit far.

“Fuck, you're going to rip it off!”

“I thought you wanted it off!” the woman says cruelly. “What will you trade?”

“Anything!” I say desperately.

She removes the clamp. The blood flows into the sensitive nub of flesh, and I thrash in pure agony.

The woman doesn't even pay attention to my scene. She puts on a latex glove and begins to coat it in lube.

Instantly, she walks behind me.

“What are you doing?” I ask pleadingly.

“Giving you your punishment, slave.”

Instantly, four fingers thrust into my clenched asshole.

My eyes and mouth go wide. My voice is gone, and my head throws back.

“If you fucking cum, your tits and pussy will be purple and bleeding by Sunday!” she says with pure hatred.

“Yes, Mistress!” I scream out in erotic pain.

Then the fifth finger and the knuckles begin to dig into my pretty tight hole. I clench down and begin to shake violently.

“Please let me cum!”

With an angry thrust, my colon is violently assaulted. All of the air from my body is stolen. I can't do anything but babble and stammer as the orgasm threatens my entire core.

“If I yank my hand out, and you squirt on this fucking floor, you will learn what pain truly means,” she yells out to me.

Before her words can fully process in my head, the hand is abruptly evacuated from my bowels. My entire body goes stiff, and I try to steel myself from exploding onto the floor.

“Very good! Are you ready for your reward?” The woman's words have a seductive coolness to them.

“Yes, Mistress, please!”

The mistress presses a button then, a mechanism roars to life.

My shoulders unlock, and I begin to fall down to my knees.

My body aches but my throbbing core is what's driving me.

When I’m fully released, she shows me three cards.

“For the rest of the weekend, you will serve one of these three roles. If you do it effectively, you may be granted release.

Card 1: Toilet Slave.
Card 2: Puppy Slave.
Card 3: Public Use.”

My mind races. My delirium is intense, and I reach for Card 1.

“You don’t get to pick your reward, but that is a very interesting choice.”

She turns the cards over and shuffles them.

“Now pick a card.”

Desperate for release, I quickly pick one.

“Public Use! What an amazing choice!”

My mind races.

Do I just pleasure anyone I see?

“So we will transport you to our brothel. It serves some of our more… intense customers.”

“You will be locked up for the next 48 hours and made to endure all of their abuse. It was so nice playing with you.”

A bag drops over my head from behind, and four rough hands bind me and carry me off.

“What the fuck! Let me go! God, fuck!”

I’m thrown into the back of a van, and the engine roars to life.

The ride is quiet and bumpy. My handlers leave the AC on full blast, so my naked body shivers in the cold, but my pussy still burns.

I should have disobeyed.

I should have cum.

What’s the worst she could have done to me?

My thoughts go to the chair.

That was evil.

My pussy actively leaks on my leg. Then, in an act of defiance and to annoy my captors, I begin to relieve myself in the back of the van.

I feel the hot liquid run out of my pussy and stream down my leg. I instantly know that was a bad idea. After the warm flow is over, my urge for release skyrockets.

Without even my hands available, I cannot do anything to pleasure myself. I lie in the back of the moving van, panting in frustration like a bitch in heat. I would literally fuck anything just to be able to cum.

The van stops.

Doors slam shut.

Then the door beside me slides open.

The two silent men grab me.

“Let me fucking go, or fuck me! I don’t care! This is torture!” I plead.

Without a word, I’m carried off.

Within fifteen minutes, I’m lying flat on my back. My legs are splayed wide with metal biting into my flesh. My arms are restrained by my sides. My torso is warm, but my lower body feels like it’s in a different room.

My sensory deprivation drives me insane.

I lie in the stressful position for possibly hours.

I drift off.

My dreams are of the men in the forest.

Only if I finished.

Only if I hadn’t fucked up.

Only if I kept working on Jason.

I got too impatient.

WHACK WHACK WHACK

“Fuck!” I cry out and begin pissing in the air. My pussy has three direct hard smacks in quick succession.

“So we're not allowed to make this bitch cum?” a man's voice calls out.

“No, this one is on strict orders. You can do whatever you want to the bitch's holes—fist them, whip them till they turn purple, fuck, you can fill her with fucking shit for all I care. But you cannot make her cum.” A very rough female voice calls out.

“Sounds good,” the man says cheerfully.

“Hello! Who's there! I can't see!” I plead for assistance.

“You pissed on my fucking pants, bitch!”

Forcefully, I feel something invade my ass. It's a very impressive cock. He thrusts into me deep and hard. He has no care for me; he treats me like a fleshlight.

I'm his toy.

He picks up speed as I feel his cock begin to pulse inside of me. He begins to pull all the way out and then thrust in harshly, battering my puckered ring until it gives no further resistance.

He sinks his cock to the hilt, and I feel the warmth in my guts. I begin to shudder.

“Just a little more, please!” He pulls out of me, letting my small gape leak cum onto the floor below me.

“She's all worked up! Probably give her a few minutes,” the man calls out. The black void under my sensory-depriving hood doesn't allow me to see who he's talking to.

“We don't have time for that shit,” the rough female voice calls out. “We've got at least 20 guys in line waiting.”

Without warning, the coldest water I've ever felt sprays directly onto my hot pussy. Then I feel ice cubes shoved into both of my holes.

The sensation is not unpleasant, but my heat is gone in a moment. Replaced by a broken, sinking feeling.

Something lost.

This rhythm repeats for at least 15 to 20 men. If it wasn't for my cold showers, I feel like I would be full to the brim with cum. My womb has to be a collection of strange sperm.

“Alright, bitch, it's play time!” an angry-sounding man calls out. “Look at this fucking slut hole! It's fucking purple!”

I feel my asshole stretch and threaten to tear in half. I have no idea what is in my ass, but whatever it is, it's no longer a cock.

“You like my hand, bitch? It looks like you're pretty used up! It should be pretty easy—”

“Fuck! Stop!”

“Yup, there we go! A nice big fist for your disgusting fuck hole! God, it's so fucking slimy!”

He begins to sink deep. I feel like I'm going to explode. This is a different beast compared to the dainty female fist I took earlier.

He begins to thrust deep and twist his wrist. I begin to squirm as my punishment twists in my brain.

“You fucking cunt!” He yanks his fist out of my ass and begins slapping my pussy hard.

“Please, fuck! Harder! Fuck you! Harder!”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this bitch? She's ready to blow any minute!”

“I’m sorry, everyone. This one is out of commission for the rest of the day. Please rest assured she will be punished for her failure to control herself.”

“No, please! Anything!”

I’m roughly unstrapped, and duct tape wraps around my hood, gagging my mouth, silencing me.

I’m taken to a room.

It’s very chilly, my skin pricks, but it's not freezing.

I’m placed on a cold metal table and tightly strapped down. My legs are over my head, and I’m folded over completely.

I feel water drip down onto my ass hole.

Then rough hands pull the restraints tighter.

My body shifts.

The next drop falls on my stomach.

With one final adjustment and a brutal tightening, the ice-cold water lands exactly where they want it.

It hits my clit and I get a jolt.

I try to wiggle, but I can’t move a single inch.

The first couple of drips aren’t a problem.

But after being deprived of sight and speech, and with the only sound being the water, all my senses catch fire.

“Ahhh, fahhhhh!”

A flood of high-pressure freezing water sprays directly onto me.

It feels like an eternity.

All my brain can focus on is the violation of my throbbing cunt.

Then, as abruptly as it starts, the assault stops.

All I’m left with is the drip.

All sense of time shatters.

The only thing that lets me know time passes is the high-pressure spray leaving me in throbbing agony.

My mind is broken.

My body is stolen.

My pleasure is not mine.

I have long since passed out when I finally hear something.

“What the fuck do you mean you forgot about the bitch? You know what kind of shape she’s going to be in!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Get her the fuck out of here now!”

The water jet springs to life one final time.

I break into hysterics.

My body feels broken. I can’t feel my hands or feet. I’m cold and wet.

I’m quickly released from my restraints, and my mind goes back to the studio. The clip. The release. The pain of blood rushing back into my clit.

That feels like a year ago.

What day is it?

Feeling sears back into my extremities.

The blood means life, but right now it feels like punishment.

I was a toy, forgotten in a dark room.

I’m silently loaded into a van, still naked, gagged, and bound.

We drive for a very short time.

Then I’m left on the cold ground.

Disposed of.

All I can think about is my release.

Please, just fuck me.

Once again, my release is stolen when I’m a danger to myself.

This time, when the rescue comes, the questions are more pointed. The abuse is more cruel and less random, and things need to be answered.

I have none to give.

“Isabelle, please tell me how you wound up in this situation. You left my office Friday, and you were found Sunday morning.”

“I was in the water room for that long?” I mumble to myself, trying to put the pieces together.

“What’s a water room?”

“Uh, sorry, Master,” I say before I can stop myself. “Fuck,” I curse myself.

His expression doesn’t change.

But a man’s body always betrays him.

His expression doesn’t change.

His voice doesn’t move.

But his pants tell the truth.

He adjusts once, subtle and controlled. Too late.

I caught it.

“What happened, Isabelle?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I think I was drugged.”

His face doesn’t change.

No sympathy.

No disgust.

Not cold, but no warmth either.

“Where did you go?”

“Uh, after you kicked me out, I went back to Jason's.”

I test the waters.

“Continue.”

“You won’t even call me out on a lie! You’ve already talked to the cops, you know I'm lying! What are you even here for? Do you get a sick thrill from listening to women talk about getting raped? Huh, Master?”

I let my eyes drop.

He closes his notebook, stands, and looks into my eyes.

He lets the moment stand.

Something tightens in my chest.

The warmth between my legs comes back to life.

“I’ll see you at our next appointment.”

He hands me a card.

Wednesday, 10 a.m.

“Fuck you, Doctor!” I say as he walks out.

My lust comes back quickly.

More intensely.

“I can break this man,” I say softly to myself.

“I’m leaving!” I call out to the staff.

“Oh, sorry, miss. We can’t allow that. You’re on a 48-hour mental evaluation hold,” she says sweetly.

“Who the fuck ordered that?” I scream.

“Uh, the gentleman who just left. Your doctor, I presume.”

“Fuck!” I scream out at no one in particular.