White Rabbit (3)

She swallowed nervously. The idea of putting something foreign into her body was scary. Though it was more the idea of deep inside her belly. Not like a normal play session where there would be ‘insertables”, but something that would have control of her from the inside out.

She thought about that for a moment. Wasn’t that truly what submission was, though? Being controlled through her own choice, by someone else, from the inside out. True, but this wasn’t a “someone”…it was a “some-thing”. And it wasn’t even human.

“What if’s” danced through her head; though she’d heard tales of white slavery, she highly doubted that three middle-aged women were a targeted group. Emily sat, trying to not fidget as the paperwork was displayed, as they listened to the disclosures, swiped credit cards, and crossed their t’s and dotted their i’s. They had finished the final part, writing a few precise activities that would be their ultimate fantasy. The woman who handled the paperwork gathered up all their forms and disappeared through the curtain without a word.

The three looked at one another.

“Well that was terse.”

“I know, right?”

“Well, and now what?”

From behind them came the delicious voice of their guide.

“Ladies, if you will follow me?”

“Oh!” Chris gasped, holding a hand between her breasts. “You startled me!” His only response was a flash of that gap-toothed grin, as if he had meant to unsettle them.

“That was kind of….bastardy.” She grumbled.

“Is that even a word?” laughed Emily. “I’m sure it’s not.”

“Is so…”

Amy interrupted.

“Yup…because you just made it up!”

With a quick smile shared, the three woman briefly bumped shoulders before following their guide down the hallway.

“Boo-yah” muttered Chris under her breath.

“Better than boo-hoo,” quipped Amy, making Chris giggle and Emily smile.

Antoine guided them into the room, placing Chris first, then Emily, then Amy. He drew the partitions so that they couldn’t see one another. Standing near the entry drape, he turned and addressed them all.

“Your ‘bots are being programmed. Please, remove your clothing, and lay upon the bed. An attendant will be with each of you shortly.” He waved his hand towards the beds in a sweeping arc. “Ladies, enjoy your trip down the rabbit hole.”

He turned, departing silently.

There came the soft sounds of disrobing, the swish of fabric slid over heads, the shussshing of a zipper lowering, the little flick of buttons., followed by the faint creak of bedding as a body lay upon it. From the farthest area came a giggle, quickly silenced.


Emily half-laughed, followed by Amy.

“The three of us are a case. A real case.”

Before she could go any further, the curtains parted and three women in blue scrubs came into the room.

“Amy?” Asked the first one.

“Here,” came the reply from the center partition.  The woman moved forward, disappearing out of Emily’s view.


“That’d be me,” came the response, followed by another nervous giggle.

“By default you’re stuck with me,” said Emily to the last woman.

“Not stuck at all. I’m happy to be here, assisting to your fantasy, Emily. Now, are you comfortable?” She made some minute adjustments to the pillow, pulling a small electronic tablet from her pocket. Tapping and scrolling, she read for a moment. Em swallowed down her embarrassment at laying here buck-naked while this “nurse” stood there, fully clothed. She tried to imagine that she was in a dungeon, that there were swarms of people around, that her ‘owner’ had dragged her there for the exposure.

It helped, a little, that scene setting, though in truth Emily was not the fanciful sort. She was a practical woman, and proud of it. Her musings were interrupted as her ‘nurse’ finished reading, and addressed her.

“You’ve chosen to use one of the male bots in accordance with your fantasy” she paused, and turning to the human-looking robot,  lifted a small panel on the left hip. Emily tried to see what she was doing, but her view was mostly blocked. Though there wasn’t a sound to indicate that it was “awake”, Emily knew the moment ‘he’ stirred to …what? Life? Full mobility? She was into computers, after all. She refused to call it “life”…but she was pretty interested to see it’s…cock…begin to inflate.  It’s eyes blinked, once, twice, and Emily noted somewhat randomly that his eyes were as green as emeralds. Her attendant continued, her tone brisk and business-like, something Em appreciated, considering that the two of them were hanging out with a naked robot with a large and engorged cock.

“…and although your fantasy is about being tied up and-or being immobilized, he won’t do that, it will be part of your preparations as you fall into your dreamstate.


Em didn’t follow that last bit, as she was rather enjoying watching the big ‘bots cock do that little jerky thing that human cocks did when excited. That was some remarkable programming there!

Her wandering attention was refocused when her ‘nurse’ tapped her shoulder. Give the woman points, Em thought, she didn’t appear at all embarrassed as to where Emily’s attention had wandered to.

I’ll restrain your wrists and ankles and have you all prepped to go, once you swallow your dreaming ‘bot. It will take, as Antoine should have told you, about ten minutes for you to go into dreamstate–and for some it happens faster. Ready?”

Her smile was reassuring.

“I…I guess I am. So many bots,” she murmured. Dream bots and male dildo bots and…

“stop procrastinating and just do it,” she muttered to herself.

Taking the small pill from her attendant, and water from the tray beside the bed, she threw it back and swallowed. In less than a minute she felt a bit woozy.

“Whoa..thaz kina fass,” she spoke blurrily.

“Relax, and enjoy.”

That was the last Emily heard. She didn’t feel the cuffs encircling her wrist, or being secured to the large D-ring in the wall over her head. She didn’t wake up when nipple clamps were applied to her tightening nubs, but the reaction rippled across her body as a shiver of goose-bumps. For a moment it felt like falling, and then she was flying….

There was a tang in the air, as if she was near the ocean. The musky scent of beer and male ejaculate mixed, reaching her here where she swung near the ceiling.



She wriggled. She blinked.

She was definitely suspended, hung in a rough hemp fish net. Her legs were held apart by virtue of some sort of apparatus around her ankles. In the dim light she couldn’t see much of anything. Her hands were out through the net–the holes were very large–cuffed together and hooked by a rope to a hasp on the wall. Her hair had been clubbed back into a rough short ponytail, and when she tried to move it, she felt a distinct tug in her ass.

An anal hook? It was very firmly up her butt, not totally uncomfortable, but definitely there.

The rough rope dug into her tender belly. Her large tits hung through the openings, and she distinctly felt the tug of a chain on her nipples. When she moved, it wriggled, giving her a reminder to not wriggle around too sharply.

“Yew getting bored up there slut?”

A rough hand slid up between her thighs, rubbing at her lower lips. A thumb was pressing into her, while a finger rubbed at her clit. Not sure what to say, she remained uncharacteristically silent.


A sharp tug on the chain on her tits made her gasp.

“My friend asked a question. Be a good girl, stop reading into everything I say, or my friends say and just fucking answer will you?”

The voice was exasperated.

“Yes Sir.”

“At last.” He clapped his hands once, twice, slowly, mockingly. “The slut answers. You’re gonna be fucked. Treated like the little greedy whore I know you to be. You challenged me to push you, to stretch your boundaries, remember? Here we are, and you are definitely being stretched.”

He laughed, moving around to tug the rope attached to her ponytail and the butt hook gave a firm wiggle. OH yes. She felt that! Stepping back to the front of her, she felt her hands rise as he unlatched her from the wall.

“Ready to lower?” He called across to some other unseen person. There was a creak and she felt herself drop in little jolts, each one making her head bobble and her ass hook wiggle. It was somewhat painful, and desperately erotic as well.

The net was tugged and she felt a bit dizzy with the down drop/ the left tug/ the right tug/ the sounds of the men/ and the dizziness/ and the dim light/  and..her head spun until she landed atop a person. She felt the unmistakable feeling of male chest hair on her tits, the roughness of a man’s legs against her thighs, and the protuberant push of a cock against her belly.

“Perfect. She lined up okay for you, Tom?”

“Oh, that she is…wait….let me take off this fucking chain…that’s friggin’ cold! ‘Sides, I wanna feel nips, not metal when I squeeze these fat titties.”

The net still contained her, but there were hands all over her.  It was a very large cock that pressed against her belly. She trembled.

“Yup, let’s take this out too…”

A sharp tug pulled the tangled cord out of her hair, and she yelped.  And yelled louder as the bulbous tip of the anal hook was tugged past her clenching anus. There was a wet splash.

“One asshole, stretched and lubed…”

There was fumbling beneath her, fumbling behind her, until she felt the firm press of a cock against her tenderly throbbing asshole. He didn’t stop, just pressed forward.

“Aaahhh fuuuckkk, that’s nice. All hot and slick in here…”

Hands gripped her hips, fingernails digging into tender skin. She moaned at the forceful intrusion.  A second cock pressed against her, slipping along her slicked pussy. He muttered as he tried to find her entry, but she couldn’t concentrate on the words, with the painful stretching of her bum. And then he was inside, the flared head of his shaft parting her as his hips rose, working himself deeper into her pussy.

“Reaaaaallly fuckin’ tight with Amos in her asshole.  Holy fuck what a feelin’…”

“Now you just gotta lay there an’ let me fuck ya both.”

Hips bucking, Amos began to grind in and out of her ass. The feeling was both painful, and shockingly arousing. She felt her cunt stiffen around the cock as the first orgasm rolled through her.

“Little cunt just came,” reported Amos. “Felt her cunt even in her butthole, going all clenchy. You feel that Larry?”

Larry uttered a soft moan.

“Move your head Larry. Time to finish the trifecta of fuck.”

Her Master’s voice, so cultured. Always it shocked her to hear such dirty words come from such a fine mouth. It was fine to look at, gorgeously educated, so erudite. Hearing “fuck” and “cunt” from it was a dark treat. And then all rational thought fled as his swollen cock pushed through her unresisting lips, and began to fill her mouth, her throat with his thickness.

The three men working her body filled her; she didn’t think, just experienced. She let go of everything except for the cocks inside her pussy and ass and mouth, the hands clenching around her tits, pulling her nipples. There was the grunting sounds of men, rutting. And her own mewling breaths, squeaking and gasping when he pulled away enough to let her breathe.

Never had she experienced such pleasure coupled with a distinct pain. Her anus throbbed, but the beat was taken up by her clit, rubbed roughly by male crotch hair and the hemp rope that still contained her. Her thighs quivered, held open so widely, her throat ached from the rough face fucking.

She was in a hellish mix of pain.

She was in an awesome mix of pleasures.

Thinking stopped as she swirled apart, her body jolting in an incredible orgasm, until she fell into the blackness of slut sleep.