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Tom\'s Pillow

Part 3

Tom's pillow part 3








October 25 2017




    "Margaret. My name is Margaret. I am a human being, i have a sense of self and i have a right to live with dignity and respect.... Nooo, just let go of that, just try to focus on taking that buzzing dildo out of your head for a while.... but i must otherwise... OTHERWISE what? You are trapped in this house for years. What's gonna change? who's gonna save you now?.. god this stupid thing is killing me!"




This dialogue with herself occured everyday during those times. She had started to go insane from the endless


teasing of her permanent belt and the sensory deprivation she experienced. Tom now left the blindfold on and would often forget to take it off for days. He once liked to look at her sad eyes, that had turned into lustful


ones since the day the belt went on. But he didn't care anymore. He had started caring about other things, though.




He was living the house at night, something he had never done before with her around. After all this time, he knew he was safe to do that. Nobody would find him now and Margaret had no chance of escaping like this. He'd leave her all plugged in her own darkness, usually with her nipples painfully pinned and when he returned late at night,he would give her her "reward" for her suffering. After his night outs he was often more or less drunk so he lasted only for four-five minutes before falling asleep completely drained.




She had learned that and tried her best to get her orgasm as quickly as possible, before he was done. But sometimes she wasn't able and she'd have to return to her only peace of clothing unsatisfied, whimpering that she didn't get the only pleasure that the day held for her.




Now, whenever he fucked her, it was a treat. The more the better. Two times a day was great. Three,amazing! After all these years, she instinctively knew every detail about Tom. The way he thrusted when he was close to ejaculate,the violent groping he did when he wasn't that hard. She knew his penis like no woman could ever know something. Every vein on his shaft, every hair on his pubic area, every wrinkle on his balls. She knew them, or at least she felt like she did.








    But her craving for sexual release was also what would doom her ego. Wanting to be used, by her captor, wanting to be constantly fucked by the man that had cut off her limbs and imprisoned her in this state. That wasn't something her former self, Margaret, would just let happen, and whether or not she wanted that was irrelavant.




    Tom enjoyed the attention he got. Even though she couldn't express it verbally, her body did the talking just fine. He especially liked whenever he would go to remove her belt, while she was blindfolded. The moment she would realize what was happening was so cute to him. She'd start moaning in lust and try to crawl towards the direction of his hands, in vain offcourse.




He also liked addressing her occasionaly,as it gave him the chance to play with her more and also break her mentally, faster. "If you do a good blowjob, i won't piss on your meal today" or "how many times i cum is how many hours you can spend without the belt" were a few simple motivators. It didn't matter that Tom could force her down his dick however and whenever he wanted. It was the fact that SHE wanted to please him and she would do everything in her minimal power to do so.








    Tom had started playing with her hearing too. Taking away one more sense from his toy made her feel even more dependent on him. The canal-type earphones he put in her ears were taped in place over them, so she couldn't remove them by jerking her head. Margaret kept discovering new ways that a person could suffer, just as she was starting to accept her belt as her inevitable way of going through the day.




The clarity that was left inside her mind was being destroyed by the sounds that violated her every day. These sounds ranged from disturbingly loud white noise to relaxing sea sounds, depending on whether or not Tom was satisfied with her. Sometimes, he just tortured her for no apparent reason. Looping sound clips from hardcore pornography on the mp3 player he had neatly taped on her left side. The volume was turned up to max and she was left to suffer for hours.




Unable to concentrate even on her own thoughts, Margaret's mind gave up. She didn't note the exact moment it happened, how could she,anyway? It wasn't important though. What was important was that She was no longer Margaret, not just in her captor's eyes, but in hers as well. The sweet, kind girl that wanted to become a teacher, that had two best friends named Elisa and Sarah, that always separated her rice from her beans.




She was just Tom's living sex toy, his pillow, something he killed time with. The dialogue that used to take place in her head didn't happen. But the answer had already been given.








March 15 2018






Tom was taking a bath with her after a while. She felt him pick her up after six hours (or was it sixteen?) of the usual sensory deprivation.He placed her on the bathroom sink. He took off the music player and the earphones. Then he unlocked her belt with a loud click and slowly removed the drenched dildo from her over-sensitive hole. To her surprise, he also removed the blindfold. "I think i need to clean that,too." He murmured as he stepped in the warm water with his flesh pillow in his hands. She blinked repeatedly before being able to open her eyes to the bathroom's light. The water felt great on her skin. Her crotch was resting on Tom's thigh. She started stroking her crotch along his skin, too show him she wanted him .He didn't react and she stopped her efforts. But she kept looking up at him with a strange look of affection and submission, her eyes missing that spark they radiated in the first years. She then laid her head on his chest and relaxed,enjoying the water again.




Tom was pretty certain he had broken her as much as he could, but he was curious. That curiosity led him to do something he had never done to his toy while she was conscious. He reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag that filled her mouth. He did it slowly, just so he could put it back quickly in case his toy started screaming.




But she didn't.She was baffled by what was happening,because if Tom wanted to fuck her mouth, he would just take the phallus of her gag, and leave the ring on, so he would have unlimited access to her throat. Tom sat there silent, to see how she would react. She tried to close her jaw, but found out it was impossible, at least fully.


She looked at him again, and he did the same. He felt a small sound fighting its way up her sore throat and rusty vocal chords. It was more a croaky,breathy attempt than any actual words.




Tom instictively pinched her right nipple with his right hand, not hard, but enough to issue a warning to her. To his surprise, she stopped and stood there, silent, still looking at him with an expression that showed she knew her position very well. Tom was delighted on the inside, but tried not to show it too much. Then his toy began licking and kissing his neck. Tom was stunned. She did everything possible to please him. He knew that now and that made him feel amazing! He sat and watched her try to tease him for a few seconds, before finally granding her wish. She tried to stay silent as waves of pleasure hit her with every thrust, but it was impossible after a while. She was looking at him straight in the eyes, like someone would do if they were making love. He then penetrated her ass, something he rarely did. Four years ago, Margaret would have to be in love with someone to even consider letting him back there. Now, she enjoyed the feeling immensely. As he picked up the pace, she came hard, followed a few seconds later by him.








May 7 2021




    Tom was sitting on the couch in front of his T.V. Alone. Another boring football match, another news segment. The world keeps going on.For him that is..




Tom had gotten bored of his toy.Its once perfect glistening skin had started showing signs of time. It was still beautiful as any girl would want but for Tom, the best years had gone by. The everyday routine of its subsistence was becoming tiring, too, even though nothing had really changed. Sure, after the toy's mental conditioning had reached its peak, Tom was very active with his pillow for a good while, happy that he had succeeded completely in turning that cute, brown-haired girl he had seen at the bus station, into the absolute sex toy.But after that conquest, there was nowhere really to go to. And as the girl named Margaret had gotten used to this transformation, so did Tom get used to having a personal slave-toy 24 hours a day.








    It's scars have completely healed. Where once were arms ands legs, now ends a smooth layer of skin. It stays inside the bedroom closet, hanging by a rope tied just under the breasts, the other end secured on the closet's pole. Back then, it could at least feel the touch of the soft sheets of his bed. Now, the only touch comes from him. And it is more welcomed than ever before.




Touch is not the only thing he has removed though. Its voice has also been taken. He had grown tired of its moans and needed something permanent to solve his problem. Cutting the vocal chords wasn't an easy procedure but he pulled it off quite well. It would surely never outer a sound again after that.




Then came its eyes. He didn't want to use any kind of prop or clothing anymore. That and the fact that the blindfolded was old and dirty helped , too. A special kind of medical glue would keep its eyes shut forever without any complicatons. Being opake it just seemed like the toy had each eyes close, and that made it very easthetically pleasing.




Lastly he did its hearing. Having taken all of its senses already, it would to be lazy work of him to not finish


his toys modifications. He could just set the speakers to an unbelievable loud volume, but that could make its toys heart stop. He surgically punctured its eardrums, removing sound from its remaining life.



All these modifications took place in a single night. With the help of some drugging, the toy remained unaware of what would happen to it, until it was too late. When it woke up from the sedative, it realized that its vocal chords had been snapped off. It seemed to not like that, sobbing silently until it saw Tom pick the glue that was destined for its eyes. Tom increased the sedative, so that the glue could set over the eyes without the eyelids moving. Finally, the eardrums were permanently damaged. The toy didn't have much to react to that, unable to see the needle being inserted into her ear canal. Its reaction when it realized what had happened was frantic, so Tom had to up the sedative again, to do its other ear.








    Now, what is left of Margaret hangs in his closet, all day, mentally swimming in the void that is her world.


She doesn't wear the belt anymore, although her need for contact is bigger now than those days. She anticipates Tom all day, just to be touched, just to feel something. Her greatest memories are the time he spends with her now. They are rare, but they stay with her until the next time he uses her again. Even if it's just a 5 minute ass fucking to empty his balls, she needs him. 




What's that? She feels something across her right breast, one of the shirts hanging next to her. She squirms, tries to get his attention, to show him she's there, that she wants him. Suspended in the air, she can't do much but wiggle a bit back and forth, but he will see me, please see me, please take me with you!




But nothing happens. He just grabbed a shirt from the closet and left. And she keeps waiting, alone, a pillow waiting to be hugged.  


   


    




   


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