CNC Player · Part 1

CNC Player · Part 1 (1/2)
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“You’re not doing it anymore, and I refuse to be a part of it,” said Abby whilst giving her best friend Amy a stern look.

“Please Abbs, you know how much it means to me, I can’t live without it!”

“Don’t be so dramatic, it’s just a fetish Amy, you can go without it.”

Amy dropped her head, she knew Abby was right, but the draw of the excitement was overwhelming, it was her drug, and she was addicted.

You see, Amy was obsessed with CNC play within the world of BDSM. She’d had a few close calls over the years but had luckily escaped relatively unscathed. These however were the scenes in which she had found her nirvana, and they constantly played on her mind.

Her mission was to surpass these scenes, something more, a bigger thrill and a bigger orgasmic reward!

“Ok, ok, I’ll stop,” said Amy, who fully well knew that was just a lie to stop her friend from berating her about her dangerous past times.

“You better, because I want nothing more to do with this, I’m not going to be your backup anymore,” said Abby with a serious face.

Amy had shared her secrets with Abby a long time ago, and she always counted on her to be her back up if things went wrong. Amy told her where and when she was going, and how long it should last. If she didn’t report into Abby, she could alert the right people and potentially save her from a bad situation.

This argument was brought on after Amy returned from her last adventure. The guy she’d met got a bit carried away and Amy sported a nasty black eye.

For Abby that was the last straw, she wanted Amy to stop, and this seemed to be her last card in the hopes of making her.

Several weeks had passed since that conversation and Amy's eye had healed. She was more than ready for a new adventure, but she had no back up.

She logged onto her laptop and went straight to the chat rooms that catered for her kinks.

Most of her meets had come from here, she saw a familiar name in the chat, cncplayer501, they had talked periodically but never in depth.

Tonight though they were the only two in the room.

They chatted briefly with the normal formalities, then things started to get Amy horny.

It wasn’t long before they moved to a private room, the talk was getting hotter as he talked about what he wanted to do to Amy.

Amy, frustrated and horny let her guard down, which was uncharacteristic of her, and they were soon exchanging numbers.

The private messaging got more in depth and Amy, forgetting about Abby's warning, was arranging a new adventure.

It was a scene that Amy always dreamed of doing, an abduction.

The scene would start in a layby, not too far away from where Amy lived, she knew it well and knew it was very secluded, an ideal location for some fun.

Many times she tried to arrange something like this, but most of the regular players didn’t want to, it was too risky for them to do it in public. But for Amy it was the ultimate experience, completely isolated and not knowing what will happen or where they’ll go.

Cncplayer501 listened to her fantasy, but insisted it wouldn’t go that far, and said they would play out the scene in the van, never leaving the layby.

Three days later Amy left her house, her long trench coat hiding her sexy underwear and thigh high leather heeled boots.

As she drove towards the meeting point, she reviewed her instructions in her mind. She had thought about nothing else since arranging this scene and was very excited.

Arriving at the layby, she spotted the blue and white van, she was to park behind it, then pop the hood of her car and pretend to be broken down.

She stood looking into the engine, playing the part of not knowing what the problem was, she heard the crack of the van door and her pulse quickened.

An arm wrapped around her neck, Amy felt the pressure increase from the sudden choke hold and felt herself begin to feel weak.

As she gasped for air, she slowly lost consciousness, her last thoughts were that of something off. The plan was to be abducted with the threat of a weapon, maybe a prop gun or knife. There was no mention of being choked out.

Amy came to sometime later, the vibrations of the van brought her back to her senses and she took in her predicament.

Her mouth was stuffed with a very large ball gag, it was buckled tight, and she couldn’t move it at all as her jaw complained at the strain.

Instinctively her hands tried to reach the gag, but they were bound tight behind her back at wrist and elbow, this brought her attention quickly to the strain of her shoulders as her arms were pulled behind her in the strict tie.

Her legs were equally useless as she realised, they too were bound tight at the ankles, above and below her knees. In turn they had been pulled back painfully and tied off to her elbow cinch.

To complete the brutal hogtie, her gag harness was tied off to her ankle tie, she could barely twitch let alone escape the strenuous bondage.

Despite her aches and pains, her arousal had grown. Her small penis was stiffening, Amy was transgender but not many would know as she was petite, very feminine and ultra passable.

She’d been on hormones for years and only awaited her final surgery to get rid of her last sign of masculinity.

But secretly she enjoyed her cock, it gave her great orgasms and she worried that a neo vagina would never be as good.

Although she could see, she had no clue where she was or who had abducted her, her position in the van could only see the back doors of the van.

The ride seemed to go on for a long time, which wasn’t the plan, they were supposed to remain in the layby and play in the van. For the first time in her life, Amy found herself in a position of worry.

Trying to focus beyond the pain of her strict bondage, she realised that she didn’t even know the guy’s name, just an internet handle.

Her lust for this fetish had overruled her rationality and Amy realised she might actually be in some serious trouble, she had no back up, nobody knew where she was, she didn’t even know.

The van seemed to have come off the main roads and was bouncing her around in the back.

Her tightly bound body complained as the twists and turns from the van put more strain upon her. Finally though, after what seemed an eternity, the van came to a stop. The engine was still running but she could hear her abductor get out and heard the driver’s door closing.

There was a loud noise outside, she recognised the sound, it was a roller door, like you’d find in a warehouse. Shortly after she felt the van move again, then the shutter door closing.

Any minute she expected the doors to the van to open, then she could finally catch a glimpse of her captor. But this was not to be. Her abductor entered from the side door which she couldn’t see from her position. A blindfold was placed upon her and buckled tight behind her already strained head.

She was completely blind; the blindfold was very tight and allowed no light at all. Amy’s senses were slowly being taken away, her hearing was on a heightened level now, every sound made her flinch.

She heard the van doors opening at the rear, then felt hands upon her, there was no talking, but she was sure there were more than two people. This was confirmed after she felt herself being lifted out of the van by several hands.

Amy was carried for a short distance before being laid onto a hard concrete floor, which she presumed was the floor of the warehouse. Her muscles were now starting to cramp, and she was in a lot of pain, thankfully she felt the hands start to undo her strict bindings.

It took a few long minutes for all of the rope to be removed; her first instinct was to try and flee but her body just wasn’t responsive after the long ride in bondage.

Before she could recover enough to form any resistance her hands were grabbed and forced into fists, then they were wrapped in electrical tape until they looked like two stumps.

She felt a collar being applied to her neck, it was thick and seemed very sturdy, she also heard the click as it was locked onto her. Finally her blindfold was removed and she squinted a little.

Without her glasses Amy had pretty poor vision, she could make out objects easy enough, but reading was a definite impossibility. However she could easily see the cage that awaited her with an open door.

She looked up towards the two men that stood above her, they were dressed in normal clothes, jeans and t-shirts, and both sported a balaclava.

Instead of ushering her to the cage, they proceeded to strip Amy of all her clothes, until she was completely naked. One of the men looked down at her, she shivered but was unsure if it was caused by fear or excitement, her small cock betrayed her and stood as tall as it could.

The man smirked when he saw it, then just pointed towards the cage. Amy had no choice but to obey, she was in no position to fight off two men even if she did have the use of her hands.

She crawled into the cage and curled up to get fully inside, then the door was slammed shut and locked with several large padlocks. Amy knew she was stuck, this cage wasn’t some cheap pet cage, it was built for this purpose, and the iron bars were thick and welded.

She shifted uncomfortably on the grid iron flooring of the cage as she tried to get comfortable. One of the men approached the far wall and pressed a button, Amy heard the motor noise and then jumped as the cage moved and started to lift into the air.

When the winch stopped, she was some twelve feet up in the air, the two men satisfied she was secure, disappeared through a door and she was left alone.

Amy reached for the gag strap, but with balled hands she had no chance of releasing it, she wasn’t sure, but she thought she could feel a small lock on it anyway, just like her collar, it was not coming off.

Hours passed, her only reference to time was the movement of the sun which cast shadows from the skylights in the roof. The warehouse was pretty standard from what she could see, but her vision struggled to see in too much detail.

One end seemed to be some kind of workshop with tool benches and racks full of various tools. But Amy was only speculating, it was no workshop, it was a dungeon.

The benches were various pieces of equipment designed to hold captives in predicaments and vulnerable positions, the tool racks were implements of torture and pain, as well as various gags, hoods and a whole host of restraints.

Eventually the sun disappeared, Amy sat hunched up in her cage, she was bored, restless and both horny and scared. She liked prolonged bondage, but this had been almost all day and now evening was coming fast.

She tried to remember what time dusk was, around 9pm she thought, which meant since her abduction in the layby, she’d been captured for almost twelve hours now.

She slowly drifted off to an uncomfortable sleep. It was some hours later in the dead of night that she awoke with a jump. The shutter door was opening.

Amy was blinded by headlights as a car entered the warehouse and parked over on the far side. She recognised the car immediately; it was her own Jeep.

The man walked over to her cage and looked up at her briefly. Then he lowered the cage and hooked a bottle of water to the top of it. It resembled a large water bottle you’d give a pet in a cage.

The cage then was hoisted back into the air and once again Amy was left to contemplate her choices. She shuffled around and managed to get her gagged mouth to the bottle. It wasn’t easy but she managed to get the spout to the side of the large ball gag and drink some much needed fluids.

The water tasted sweet, and she drank greedily for some time before drifting back off to a fitful sleep.

Amy awoke with a start as the cold water hit her, one of the abductors was hosing her down with the freezing water. Her cage was moving, not down but sideways and hovered above a grill in the floor.

For the first time since her abduction her captor spoke.

“If you need to go, now is the time,” he said as he pointed to the grill in the floor.

Amy understood and let loose a stream of urine that she was desperately holding, it seemed to last forever. She looked at her captor to try and convey she was finished, but he held two fingers up and pointed to the grill again.

It took Amy a minute to realise he wanted her to clear out everything. So with some embarrassment she let loose some stool. Amy was beet red and looked at him again quickly to see him smiling.

He then proceeded to hose her down thoroughly, paying extra attention to her back side.

After her wash the cage was lowered again, a small hatch on the top was opened, it was just enough for her to get her head through, which she did when prompted.

Her gag was released but a stern look from her captor warned her not to speak as he raised his finger to his lips. Amy worked her jaw which had been forced open for almost 24 hours, it ached pretty bad now she could move it again, though it took some time to finally close it, almost like it was locked open somehow.

She was fed some protein bars and given another bottle of water which she greedily consumed. Then her gag was put back in and she was pushed back into the cage, the hatch slamming shut and locked into place.

She felt the winch pulling her back up into its normal position and once again she was left alone.

Amy was going stir crazy with boredom, but most of all she was desperate for a cigarette. It had been by her calculations five days since she was abducted, the same routine was performed every day in the morning and evening, toilet, hose, fed.

Then back into the air for another day of nothing but captivity. She felt like a zoo animal, though nobody came to see her, just the same guy, morning and evening.

On day six the man arrived as per normal, but this time another man was with him. After the normal routine Amy was taken out of the cage, her body ached from the constant confinement in the cage, she had trouble straightening up.

The other man inspected Amy, it was more medically than anything, and on completion he took off his mask, the other guy did the same.

Amy shook a little with trepidation and uncertainty. She surmised that as the men had covered their identities so far that she would eventually be released and unable to tell anyone who or where they were.

But this changed everything, if they no longer cared, was she ever going to get free?

Amy was led over to the dungeon by the two men, a simple carabiner clip connected to her collar then to a dangling chain held her in the centre of the space. With her fists confined it might as well have been a lock, she was never going to be able to unclip it.

One of the men disappeared to the other end of the warehouse, whilst the other came towards Amy.

“Well my dear Amy, you’ve passed the initial test of isolation and still have your wits about you, so we are proceeding to stage two,” he said to her even though she couldn’t respond whilst gagged.

He stared at her for a long moment.

“You don’t even remember me, do you?” Amy shook her head slowly, there was a vague memory of seeing him, but she couldn’t place it.

“It’s OK, my dear Amy, I remember you,” he said ominously. There was another long pause as he looked at her with a devilish grin.

“I’ll put you out of your misery, and then you might just realise what is in store for you. You see it was quite a few years ago now; I was a consultant in a very high paid job. I did your preliminary interview regarding your transition.” He paused to study Amy’s face as she remembered him.

Her eyes widened some as she finally realised who he was.

“You weren't happy with my recommendations, and out of pure spite reported me for inappropriate behaviour. I lost my job, my credentials and any sway I had as a respected Doctor. You ruined my life for doing my job.” This time his face bore some anger towards Amy, who felt a tear running down her cheek.

“That’s right Amy, you shed those tears for me, because there is no going back now, I am going to control your life from here on out, you will be reported missing and never found. But I will see you every day for the rest of your life as my slave, or gimp, I haven’t decided just yet.”

Amy reached for the chain holding her, desperately trying to free herself. The doctor just watched her, a smirk on his face.

“The sooner you accept your fate, the better it will be for you Amy,” said the doctor as he turned away and busied himself with a syringe and a small vial of liquid.

“This potion will put you to sleep when I inject it, when you awake later this evening you will be in your new role for the foreseeable future. So, I’m going to release your gag and ask you some questions. Here you will have a choice of sorts, but be warned, if you shout, beg or try to plead with me the gag goes back in, and I will turn you into a toilet slave. Do I make myself clear?” He said with a serious face.

Amy nodded, she had no doubt he was serious with his threat and had no wish to become a toilet.

He unlocked the gag and pulled it from Amy’s mouth. She stretched her jaw and looked at him with a worried look.

“Do you know anything about gimps?” He quizzed.

“A little,” said Amy looking worried and her voice croaky from the long hours of not using it.

“I have a fetish for gimps you see, there are varying types, toilet, isolation, bondage and of course my favourite, the worm,” said the doctor with an amount of glee.

The only thing Amy really knew about gimps was they were normally covered head to toe in rubber, the explanations he just talked about meant little to her.

“Do you have a preference, Amy?”

“I don’t know.” She said worriedly.

The doctor grinned.

“Well, I’ll pick the one that springs to mind, but I’ll give you a chance to sway my decision,” he said as he unzipped his trousers and let his engorged cock out.

Amy stared at the monster hanging in front of her. She’d seen bigger but was still shocked to see it on this older man in his fifties.

The doctor unclipped her collar from the chain, then pointed to the floor at his feet.

Amy’s first instinct was to run, but to where? She had no idea where she was, was the door locked? And how far would she actually get before being caught. Then she might just end up as a toilet slave.

The doctor watched her amused, he could see the torment within her and relished these moments.

Reluctantly, Amy dropped to her knees before him and took the head of his cock into her mouth. The doctor smiled, the first surrender was always the best for him, it was the start of her breaking and becoming his slave forever more.

Amy was in two minds, finish him quick and get it over with, or make it one he won’t forget. She opted for the latter in the hopes of him going easy on her.

The other man was watching from the warehouse as the doctor steadied himself on the workbench, his face a picture of pure delight as Amy used all of skills and experience to give him the blow job of a lifetime.

After quite some time she felt him tense and prepared herself for the inevitable mouthful of hot cum. She timed it perfectly and as his first spurt erupted she buried his cock deep in her throat, letting him come directly into her stomach.

This drove him wild, and he came even harder on the next spurt. Amy was incapable of smiling with a large cock in her throat, but her eyes would show she was triumphant in her ploy to please him.

As he withdrew from her mouth, spent, she sat silently even kissing his sensitive glans to show respect. His smile showed Amy it was working.

He moved away and cleaned himself up, whilst Amy knelt, head bowed and silent.

“That was quite the performance Amy, I’m impressed. I’ll be sure to take that into consideration when I decide your fate,” he said as he approached with the syringe.

Amy saw the needle and cringed, she knew it was futile to fight it, so she bent over, exposing her backside in the hopes of a quick jab there.

She felt the needle jab into her, jumping slightly then it was gone. The contents within her body.

The medication worked fast, Amy already felt woozy and laid down before she toppled over. Seconds later she was out for the count.

The second man walked over to the doctor.

“Have you decided what you’re going to do with her?” asked the man.

“I was going to release her after a few weeks of torment and a spell as a gimp. But that blow job has got me on a knife edge,” said the doctor as he stared at the unconscious Amy on the floor.

“That good, eh?”

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