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This story's about a girl named Brooke who works at a restaurant trying to pay off her student loan debt that she accumulated while trying to become a doctor, but ultimately didn't work out.

She's 21 years old, blonde curly locks, with an average build, handful of breasts with a good bounce to them, and an ass that wasn't the best but fit that in some tight jeans, and she would look like a decent girl you wouldn't mind picking up at a bar.

Being born in a very religious christian family, Brooke never had a proper boyfriend, other than a few kisses and make-outs during her high school. Visiting the church every Sunday, and the values instilled in her from childhood about not committing a sin, kept her life shallow until she decided to leave her family and live by herself.

Now, it's been three years since she left her parents, and her academic future didn't work out either because she failed her exams. Trying to keep her dignity and avoid showing up at her parents door, she now works hard everyday, barely getting any time for social life, boyfriends, gyms, or anything to alleviate her life.

Brooke also has a small Instagram business where she makes custom hand-sewn stuff on request such as bookmarks, coasters, pouches, bags, pillow covers etc. She comes home from work, immediately going online to check her messages on social media for orders, works on them, and forces herself to sleep, occasionally masturbating once every few weeks, just to get the buildup of itch out of her body.

The story starts from one fateful or cursed evening, depending on the way you look at it, as she's about to get off her shift.

"BROOKE! CAN YOU HELP FOR A SEC!"

"YEAH, COMING!" I said, walking back into the kitchen, seeing Jennie cleaning the hard grease on the grill. "What is it?"

"Matt invited me on a date today, but this STUPID THING IS TAKING FOREVER TO CLEAN!" She said, slamming the scrubber on it in frustration. "Can you just take over from here? I'll completely miss the date and won't be able to get ready."

"Seriously? I just got off work, Jen... It's like 6 pm, you could still make it on time!"

"No, I need time to shave all the hair off me. He's taking me to this really nice restaurant and then to a bar. I SWEAR the way he asked me, *blushes* he's gonna go wild on me tonight!"

"Can't you ask Cory?"

"Nah, he's mean, unlike you. Come on! Pretty pleaseeee?" She asked, pouting and batting her eyelashes.

"Fine..."

"Muaaah! You're the best!" She said, planting a long kiss on my cheek, leaving it wet with her saliva as she took off her apron and walked out.

I shook my head in disbelief, wondering why I even agreed, as I wiped off her saliva from my cheek. Focusing on cleaning the grill, I stood there, sweat dripping off my face, my hands working hard, while I was just lost in my thoughts.

"Jen's gonna have sex with her new boyfriend, while I'm scrubbing her mess here... Gosh, everyone around me has tons of boyfriends, had sex countless times and I'm still a virgin.

I don't really feel the need to have sex, orgasming doesn't even feel that much good, it's just a few seconds of nice feeling. But Jen says sex feels way better than just masturbating, but would it really?

Well, first I gotta get a boyfriend before I start worrying about that. It's not like guys would be lining up to have sex with me right away. I mean, they do look at me a lot whenever I'm working the tables, and they even keep flirting a lot, but that's just teasing right? They do it for fun and not actually are interested?

Gosh, my brain's a mess... Okay... I gotta stop getting scared and doubting everything, and just try once. So, I'll just flirt back for once, and see if it goes anywhere. Just shaving off two hours working at night for Gym wouldn't hurt either."

With the grill finally clean, I wiped the sweat off my face, removed the apron and went inside the bathroom. I started washing my face, looking at my still dirty and greasy hair in a messy bun.

Turning to the side and standing up on my toes, I started checking myself out in the mirror. I wasn't fat or much chubby at least, but the lack of exercise definitely made my body look just plain boring.

"Jen has such a tight butt though and mine's all saggy. I doubt if men even want to see mine. No, this is stupid, why am I even thinking all this? I should just focus on working hard, or I'll never be able to recover from this debt."

As I started walking out the restaurant, I noticed a paper on one of the tables. "Maybe some customer left it? Regardless, I gotta throw that in the trash either way..."

I walked towards the table, as the paper got more visible, and I realised it was some advertisement.

Is your life a mess? Trapped in an eternal debt? We give you a chance to win ONE BILLION DOLLARS!

"Funny... So many scams these days..." I thought, picking up the paper, immediately realising that it's wet. I turned it over to read more about it.

If you wish to participate, the only thing you have to do is smell this paper.

"Huh? Smell it? Isn't it just wet with water?" I thought and just out of curiosity I brought the paper close to my nose and inhaled.

"Mmmmhhh..." I gasped, inhaling the soothing scent from it. It was unlike any perfume or fragrance I smelled yet, it was making my mind go crazy. All I wanted was to smell more of it. I kept the paper pressed against my nose tightly, inhaling everything from the paper.

I had my eyes closed, an excitement running through my body, yet calming my mind, as I got lost in the bliss. Everything went dark, my mind just seeing beautiful colors, and calming things, as I lost the feel of my body entirely.

Brooke lost consciousness, passed out in a blissful sleep, until she woke up in a strange room.

Room 1 : The forbidden game...

"Hmmm-ahhh..." I moaned, my eyes still closed, lying peacefully, feeling like I had the best sleep of my lifetime. I slowly opened my eyes, expecting to see my small room, but was greeted with a very big spacious room.

"Huh? Where am I?" I asked myself, shaking off the drowsiness, as I got up, realising I was asleep on a stone bed. I looked around the room, the walls were made of the same grey colored stone as the bed. A soothing blue light was coming all the edges of the room. The rest of the room was entirely empty with nothing but smooth stone walls.

I got off the bed, still in the same clothes as when I was leaving work, but without my shoes. Then I remembered about the paper with the intoxicating smell. Even thinking about that smell, made my mind start going back to that feeling. I shook my head, resisting the feeling and started looking around the room.

Everything was cold and empty with smooth textured stone walls. A door-like frame formed out of the same blue light was on the front wall. I walked to it, trying to push the stone as it had no door handle.

"HELLO! ANYONE CAN HEAR ME? WHAT IS THIS PLACE?" I yelled, my own voice echoing back to me in the room. I took a step back from the door, seeing a folded paper on the ground, blended with the same color as the floor.

I picked it up and started reading it out loud, "Hello. Thanks for becoming a part of our game. You will win a billion dollars if you're able to make it out of this facility... What the fuck? What is this nonsense!"

I continued reading further, "Your only task is to figure out each room, and fulfill the conditions to open the door, getting you closer to your goal. There are eight rooms to go through. Think carefully before solving any rooms, as one wrong move might make it unsolvable, leaving you trapped here for eternity. Good luck!"

"IS THIS A PRANK?...HELLO?" I yelled around the room, hearing no voice or anything at all. I was now starting to feel really scared, being alone in the giant room, with nowhere to go.

"Okay, calm down Brooke! They said it's a game right? I just have to solve it like a puzzle..." I said to myself, as I took a deep breath and looked down to my feet. Right in front of the door, I was standing on an outlined tile with faint red light glowing around it.

I took a step back, seeing the light turn off, but it had a symbol of a girl on it in the centre. I looked around the room and found four more such tiles at each corner of the room, with different symbols on each of them. Each corner tile had a symbol of clothing on it, a shirt, a pant, a bra, and a panty.

Each corner tile would glow red whenever I stepped on it, which I assumed meant I was solving it wrong. I thought for a moment, before slowly unbuttoning my shirt, and removing it from my body.

I placed the shirt over the matching tile, and it immediately started glowing green. I gulped, realising what I had to do to get out of this room. I had to get naked.

I silently looked around again in fear, trying to think of any other way. I temporarily took my shirt to put it over the pants tile, and it glowed red, confirming that I couldn't cheat my way out by tearing the shirt in four pieces.

"Oh god... do I really have to get naked in this room? Shouting seems to have no use, and I'm starting to feel thirsty. I just hope there's no one in the other room..."

Hesitantly, I peeled off my pants and put them on the tile, doing the same thing with my bra and panties. I stood naked in the room with all four corner tiles glowing green and the tile in front of the door glowing yellow.

"Oh god it feels so embarrassing... standing like this in such a big room... If there are any hidden cameras, they would've seen my naked body..."

Covering myself, with my arm on both nipples, and my other hand covering my crotch, I stepped on the tile. It glowed red again, making me feel confused. Something was still wrong, as I looked at the Cross necklace I was still wearing, given by my mom.

I took off the necklace as well, throwing it away, as if I threw away my morals, standing naked as the tile finally glowed green. Immediately, spikes came out from the sides of the tile I was standing on, caging me in, as the door in front of me opened, leaving me no choice but to walk forward naked.

"Oh gosh... why's this happening to me? Is it because I smelled that paper?" I said, walking through the narrow passage, looking around.

"AHH!" I exclaimed, as suddenly, liquid started spraying from all around, rinsing me, with heavy concentration around my crotch, the liquid going into every crevice of my body. I knew it wasn't water because of the way it felt and how it smelled similar to the paper.

I felt intoxicated again, my head spinning slightly, my skin feeling all tingly and nice, my body feeling slightly warm. As much as I hated being stuck here, I was enjoying this warm and tingly feeling. The passage opened up into another room, closing behind me.

Room 2 : Monkey see, Monkey do...

There were four mirrors in this room, two on each side of the wall, and the door right ahead of me, four circles above it.

"So, something to do with these four mirrors maybe?" I thought, slowly walking towards one of the mirrors, noticing a smaller screen next to it with a picture of a woman cupping her own breasts, while licking her lips. Looking at the other three screens next to the mirrors, they had different erotic poses as well.

"What kind of sick game is this? Now I have to do these poses naked?" I said, watching myself in front of one of the mirrors. I slowly removed my hands from my breasts and crotch, seeing my own naked body. I sighed, trying to relax, as I looked at the pose carefully.

"God, if anyone saw me doing this, I'd die of embarrassment..." I thought, kneeling down in front of the mirror to mimic the pose. With my arms behind my back and my chest pushed out, I hesitantly opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out.

"I look like a slut begging to get her mouth filled with cum..." I thought, staring at myself in the mirror, feeling both ashamed and slightly excited. The light hasn't turned green yet, so I checked the pose again, noticing the girl was smiling.

"It's fine, I can get through this..." I thought, I swallowed my pride, as I did the pose again, this time smiling as I stuck my tongue out. Suddenly, a flash happened, with the sound of a camera shutter. I got up, and looked at the screen, which replaced the girl's image with my own now.

"I'm stupid... Of course they're taking pictures of me... Whoever put me here, they can probably see everything. But where the hell's the camera?" I thought, looking around the mirror, trying to find any hint of a camera.

"Damn it, nothing!" I said in frustration, not finding anything, so I glanced at the exit door, having one green light out of four.

"Fine, you wanna see me make dirty poses for you? Is that all this perverted game is about? Then I'm gonna make sure I get that billion, once I finish your sick game!" I yelled around the room, as I got to the next pose, planting my face in the floor, lifting my butt in the air, as if I was getting pounded by someone doggy style.

Hearing the camera shutter, I instantly moved to the next one, standing with my butt pointed to the mirror, one hand on my waist, other hand parting my ass cheeks. I was starting to feel excited as I got down to the last one, already remembering the pose, as I looked at my flushed face.

"Am I getting excited by this? What the hell is happening to my body? It feels on fire..." I thought, as I cupped my own breasts, leaning forward and biting my lips. The camera clicked the last picture, turning it green as well.

The door had opened already for me to exit, but I stood in front of the mirror still, my finger went down to my crotch, gently touching my pussy. "I'm wet? No... I'm dripping like crazy... This feels so good..."

"Mmmhhh... ahh..." I gasped, with the slightest movement of my finger against my clit.

"No, I need to control myself! I need to get out of here!"I thought, resisting the urge and exiting through the room.

Room 3 : Color me yellow...

Entering the new room, this one was a lot different compared to the first two. It was smaller, with just a small glass tank filled with some yellow liquid and a straw on it in the middle of the room.

"God, please be something nice to drink... I'm so thirsty!" I prayed in my mind, but as I got closer, the smell made me realize it was piss, about half a gallon of it. The tank was fixed to the ground, with nothing but the straw to access the liquid inside.

"Fuck no! I'm not drinking piss!" I yelled, my voice still echoing through the room.

"HELLO! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? I DON'T WANT TO PLAY THIS ANYMORE!"

I sat down on the floor against the door I came out of, thinking of what to do. I thought if I just sat and stopped responding, someone might come, but even after what seemed like an hour, nothing happened. I was thirstier than ever, my throat drying up, as I sat with my legs folded into my chest, my eyes slowly tearing up.

"PLEASE! I smelled that paper out of curiosity! I didn't mean to!" I begged yet again, getting no response. My throat was starting to hurt now, as I realized I wouldn't go anywhere without finishing this task.

"I'll just drink a little to soothe my throat, then rest I can just suck and spit out... that can work..." I thought, getting up and wiping the tears of my face. As I flicked my finger to discard my tear drops, suddenly, the entire room glowed red, making me freeze.

I looked down to see where my tears had fallen. I wiped the tear off the floor and the room immediately returned to normal. "Shit! That means I can't spill even a drop of liquid on this floor. So, I'm forced to drink all that piss..."

I slowly took a step forward to the glass tank, taking the straw in my mouth, as I took a sip. It tasted bitter and disgusting. I felt like throwing up any second, but it was also soothing my dry throat.

With my eyes closed, I continued to slowly suck out all the piss from the tank, my belly getting so full at one point that I felt like I couldn't even finish it all.

"Just a little more Brooke! You can do this!" I managed to finish the last few drops, emptying the bowl, as I collapsed to the ground with my tummy filled with God knows how many people's urines. I felt disgusted with myself, yet my body was responding differently.

"I'm still wet... and my pussy is tingling like crazy... All of this is because of that liquid they sprayed me with! Fuck!"

I exited the room, but this passage was different, it started getting smaller and smaller until I had to crawl on my fours to get through it. It felt like I was crawling through a ventilation shaft like they show in movies, except this was all stone, with the same blue lights on the edges.

Room 4 : Breaking the chain...

There was a sharp left turn ahead of me, followed by another sharp right turn. I could see a small exit latch up ahead, but it had a red light around it, confirming it was my next challenge. Up ahead of me was nothing but straight narrow passage I needed to crawl through, with no hint of how to complete the task.

I couldn't even turn around or look behind me in this tight space, so I tried crawling back, hitting the wall at the turn with my butt. I felt something on the wall move, as I crawled forward a little and used my toes to feel around the wall. It felt like a secret compartment with a cover on it that I knocked off with my foot.

Behind it, there was something metallic and round mounted inside the compartment that I felt with my toes. I crawled back again, trying to reach with my hand, as I held it in my hand.

"It's a butt plug... what the fuck?"

As I tried pulling it, the door forward made a noise. I looked forward and saw the door slowly slide up.

"So, this thing's attached into the wall with some string, and if I pull it, that opens the door forward, so I need to take it with me as I crawl forward. Guess I can just tie it with my foot..." I said, as I pulled the buttplug, immediately getting an electric shock on touching the metal string it was attached to.

"Shit! I can't touch the string at all. Fuck it it's fine. It's just in my ass... But I need to lube it first..."

I pulled the butt plug forward from under me, and held it by its base, being careful not to touch the string, and started sucking on the metal part, spitting my saliva on it. Then slowly I retracted it back and held it against my ass.

"Fuck... ahh..." I gasped, trying to relax my asshole, that I've never even tried putting a finger in. Applying some pressure, the buttplug slid and went inside my pussy instead, making me gasp with pleasure.

"Nghhh..." I moaned, my pussy begging for attention, as I started sliding it in and out of me, holding it at the base with my fingers.

"Ahh!! I need to cum!" I exclaimed, with my eyes closed, my face planted into the stone floor, as my hands fucked my virgin pussy with the buttplug. My legs shivered as I climaxed, letting go of the buttplug. It slid out of my pussy, retracting into the wall, while I lied for a few seconds gasping, trying to recover from my orgasm.

"I've never had an orgasm like that... what's happening to me..."

I collected my senses, realising that I just masturbated in here. Feeling ashamed, I still pulled the buttplug again, and this time used my pussy juices to lubricate my asshole, and slowly slid it inside.

Keeping my ass squeezed, so the butt plug doesn't pull out, I crawled forward, seeing the door slowly slide open, revealing a metal wheel handle behind it.

"URGHH!" I groaned, using all my strength to turn the wheel, and push the metal door open. I finally crawled out into a bigger room, letting me breathe a sigh of relief

Room 5 : The goblet of life...

"AHHHH!!! FUCKK!!" I screamed in pain, looking back to see the door closed behind me, yanking the buttplug out of my ass. I lied on the floor curled up, banging my fist on the floor, crying my eyes out, until the throbbing pain in my ass stopped a bit.

I opened my eyes and looked around the room. It was big, almost gigantic compared to the previous ones. In the centre of the room, I could see a pedestal with something shiny on it. The way lighting was only on the edges of the room, made it a bit darker in the centre of this huge room.

"Arghh... hahh..." I groaned, getting up on my feet, noticing the floor here was made of some very fine mesh instead of stone. The buttplug was right behind me, with almost a meter long metal chain still attached to it. I gently touched the chain part, confirming it was no longer electrified.

"I hate that thing, but it's solid metal with a chain... If it came to it, I could use it to defend myself or knock someone out..."

I picked up the buttplug along with its chain, and started walking towards the centre of the room, my stomach starting to growl with hunger.

"A goblet?" I asked myself, getting near the pedestal. It was a golden goblet as high as my head. I tried lifting it, but it was fixed to the pedestal, so I tried leaning up to see inside it and immediately I heard a noise. I looked forward and saw the door glowed green and opened up.

"Well, this one was easy..." I thought, letting go of the goblet, and the door immediately closed again. I tried fiddling with the goblet again, and realized it needed weight on it to keep the door open.

"Maybe this works?" I looked at the butt plug and put it in the goblet along with the chain. After putting just a little more pressure, the door seemed to be open. "I just need a little more weight... Maybe if I pee..."

My hands went down to my pussy, feeling the urge to pee. There was no way for me to directly pee into the goblet with how high it was, and no tool to collect it, so I just decided to let out my pee in small amounts in my hand and fill it up.

"Ahh..." I gasped, letting the stream flow in my cupped hand, and then immediately tried contracting my muscles to stop, but I couldn't, it just felt too good and pleasurable. My muscles refused to obey, as the pee continuously flowed out of my peehole.

In panic, I started alternating my hands to get as much liquid I could into the goblet, but most of it just spilled around and disappeared into the floor.

"Fuck!" I blurted out in frustration, having wasted this opportunity. I thought for a moment and tried spitting inside the cup, but even my throat ran out of it, feeling dry again. I looked around the room in desperation, noticing something on the left and right walls.

"Are those taps? Maybe they have water..." I thought, feeling hopeful as I walked towards one of the walls, as I got closer and closer, I stopped in my way.

"T-They're... penises..." I muttered slowly, freezing as I glanced to the either side, almost twenty cocks poking out of holes in a straight line along the wall, assuming the same was on the other side, it was probably fourty or more in total.

I hesitantly got closer to one of them, noticing it was limp. I built up the courage in me and touched it. "It's real... not fake... what the fuck..."

I shouted through the wall, banging on it, hoping the person behind it could hear me, and help me out of this. I begged and begged, but there was no response, no movement. I collapsed on the ground, my face almost in front of the cock.

I knew what I needed to do, and I needed to do it a lot. So, I stood up and took it in my hand again, the first cock I touched directly with my hand, and not just over the pants. I felt ashamed, and disgusted, as I slowly started stroking it to get it hard.

Within a minute, the cock twitched and shot out cum that I tried catching in my hand, but a lot of it still splashed around, dripping into the floor. I looked at the stranger's white cum in my hand. It smelled disgusting, but I needed it to move forward. Suddenly, the cock retracted back into the wall, the hole shutting close.

"I can only get it once from each cock? It should still be more than enough though..." I thought, walking back to the centre and pouring it inside. Returning to the wall of cocks, this time instead of going back immediately, I stroked four cocks in a row, filling my hand before walking back to save time and my energy.

As I poured this load inside the goblet, the door opened up, letting me breathe a sigh of relief. I walked towards the door, seeing the lonely passage through it, having no idea what awaited me on the other side. Before I could exit, I stopped, feeling weird as I walked, feeling empty.

"Why does my ass suddenly feel so itchy?" I thought, slowly pushing a finger inside my ass, feeling a little relief. It felt good having my finger inside me, but it was small, and I needed something more.

"The butt plug... it contributed a whole lot to the weight, but I didn't need it for this task. Going easy here might cost me later, if I need to defend myself..." I thought, turning back, walking to the goblet.

"I've already done so many disgusting things... Just a few more cocks..." I muttered, taking the buttplug out of the goblet, covered with my piss and the stranger's cum. I looked at it, gulped, and slowly inserted it back inside my ass, lubed with the sperm and urine.

"You're not a slut Brooke! You had to do this to keep your hands free for stroking cocks! There was no way around it."

I started walking back to the wall, the chain rattling on the ground like a tail coming out of my ass.

"I used my hands for the previous five, but I also wasted a lot of cum in the process. I need to catch all of it if I want to gather enough to counter weight the buttplug... I can't risk wasting a single drop..."

I kneeled down to the cock, my face staring at it on eye level. I made it hard by stroking it, and continued moving my hands. As soon as I felt it twitch, I wrapped my lips around it, feeling the hot cum filled up my mouth.

I kept moving onto the next cock, until my mouth was full of cum, and then dumped it back into the goblet. My hands were now completely tired after I finished this side of the wall, but the goblet was still mostly empty. Moving on to the other side of the wall, I walked towards it and noticed something different.

"All the cocks on this side are... black... and massive..." I thought, taking a gulp, my mouth suddenly feeling watery. "My body's all warm and nice again..."

I stepped closer, with my tired hands at my sides, my mouth automatically moved closer, licking the head, as it grew in front of my face. It's size was both terrifying and exciting, I wanted to taste it. My pussy was tingling again and my nipples were hard.

I took it in my mouth and started sucking on it, moving my head back and forth, barely able to take even half of it. Just one black cock ejaculated so much more cum, filling up my mouth at once. I ran back to the goblet, pouring it out and returning back to worshipping the black cocks one by one.

It was much more tedious running back and forth each time, but my body was fueled with this burst of energy. I touched my pussy slowly, rubbing my nipples as I sucked each cock to its limit, tasting the delicious cum.

"I had no idea cum was this tasty... I love cocks~"

My mind was going crazy, my body thinking like the only time I deserved to touch myself was with a cock in my mouth. I wanted to cum badly, but the cocks would fill up my mouth before I could cum. With just five cocks left on the wall, the goblet was full and ready, the door open, but that wasn't enough for me.

"No... I need to cum. I want to drink cum. I want to fill up my belly..."

I walked back to the rest of the cocks, worshipping them until they gave me my prize, the delicious cum that I started gulping down my throat one by one, until I got to the last one. I was rubbing my pussy furiously, as I came on the floor like a fountain, the last load of cum pouring down my throat. I collapsed right there, holding my tummy, no longer hungry or thirsty.

"What the hell did I do? I couldn't stop myself... Something's wrong with my body..." I muttered on the floor, as the lust faded away from me, making me feel ashamed, lying on the floor, hating myself. I slowly got up, and began my walk of shame to the exit door.

"If mom found out that I sucked cocks like a whore... she would instantly disown me... Even if I get a billion dollars, how do I even show my face to her after this? What did you do Brooke..."

Room 6 : Eat, Exercise, Repeat...

Entering the new room, I immediately noticed a ton of gym equipment in this room, a stone table assorted with all sorts of tasty food, chicken, fish, steak, all nicely cut and served on plates. The smell of the delicious food hit my nose as I immediately ran towards it and grabbed a plate.

I started munching on the chicken, but barely a few bites in, I started spitting it out. It tasted stale, there was barely any flavour to it. I tried everything else on the table but nothing tasted good. I was already full, but at the end of the table, there was one more thing drawing me in with its smell.

I removed the lid, and inside it was gallons of cum, still warm, just waiting to be drank. I took a step back, covering it back with the lid, trying to resist the urge. I looked around at the equipmen, all of them preloaded with fixed weights and a counter above them saying 500.

I looked at the exit door, and it had five markers on it, probably for the five different machines in the room. I slowly walked to the machine for squats. It had the bar held by supports that could be released to free the weight. I got under the bar, pressed the button, letting it rest on my shoulders behind my neck.

"ARGHH! Fuck it's heavy!" I yelled, almost falling down with its weight, barely able to hold it. Using all my strength, I squatted down and got all the way up, hearing a beep. Getting off the machine, I checked above and the counter said 499.

"I have to do this FIVE HUNDRED TIMES EACH MACHINE? THATS IMPOSSIBLE! WHAT THE FUCK? I'LL DIE!" I yelled into the room. I was both disappointed and frustrated because everything till now was sexual which I could do, but this was beyond my capabilities.

Even if I slept in between, it would take weeks to finish these machines. I had to find another way out, so I started looking through every corner of the room for a clue or shortcut.

"There's no way I'm expected to complete this... even for a professional body builder it's a lot. But given the impossbility of this room, maybe there's actually a billion dollars waiting for me at the end..."

After some careful inspection of everything, I discovered a secret compartment the side of the stone table. I pulled it out to find five syringes prefilled with some liquid, four of them were pink and one was blue.

"What the hell is this now?" I thought, closely looking at each syringe, finding symbols of different body parts on each of them. The pink syringes were for each butt cheek and breast, while the blue one was for a vein on the wrist.

"I don't even know what these do, but I don't any more options so..."

I took the butt syringe first, slowly pushed the needle into my own ass and pressed the liquid inside. Within a seconds, my butt was tingling with a weird and pleasurable sensation. I wasted no time injecting the remaining three syringes.

Both my breasts and ass cheeks were buzzing and tingling with weird sensations. My hands started squeezing and playing with them, like trying to scratch an itch out of them. I looked at the last blue syringe, and immediately prepared it for my vein.

As I injected the blue liquid in my veins, my body surged with a burst of energy. I felt like raging, stomping my way towards the machine, the weights feeling like nothing, as I did hundreds of squats non-stop.

Feeling tired, I went back to the table, but instead of the food, I picked up a glass and filled it with the cum, and gurgled it down until I was full again.

This burst of rage continued, as I used all the delicious cum as fuel, maxing out each machine one by one. I was dripping with sweat, my body burning like fire, as my muscles continued swelling up more and more. The cum was providing perfect nutrition and energy for my body.

"ARGHH! FUCK YEAH!" I yelled, finished the last machine, as the door finally turned green, opening up. It had been hours of relentless workout where I somehow swallowed the entire container of warm and tasty cum.

"Hahh..." I gasped with a smile, panting heavily, my hair and body completely drenched in sweat and piss, as I got off the machine, the effects of the drug slowly wearing off now. It was now that I started feeling the buttplug in my ass again, which I completely forgot to take out.

I gently tugged on the chain, feeling the buttplug move around in my ass. It felt like it was a part of me now, the feeling of having my ass stuffed all the time, how it moved around me as I walked with my swaying hips.

The burst of energy had completely faded away by now, making me feel tired again as I walked to the exit. Going through the passage I immediately noticed the nozzles around which were present in the first passage as well. As I got near them, they started spraying me with the same liquid again, the soothing and pleasurable event driving me crazy.

"Mmmhhh... this is heaven... ahhh..." I moaned, standing there, caressing my own body, pushing the liquid deep into each crevice of my body. Eventually the nozzles stopped, and began drying my body until I was clean and pristine again, smelling like a tasty flower ready to be plucked.

Every inch of my body was so sensitive now that even the slightest graze over my skin sent nice tingles all around. Squeezing my own breasts was like having multiple mini orgasms throughout the body.

Walking further through the passage, there were mirrors lined up along the sides. I stopped, glancing at my new body from all sides, perfect bouncy and firm ass, a tight and thin stomach, bouncy tight breasts with protruding nipples.

After all that exercise, I finally looked like I had the body of an actress, perfectly toned skin and curves all around. My curly blonde hair flowed perfectly around the sides of my face.

"If Jen saw this body of mine, she'd finally be jealous... I look like a bombshell... My butt's even bigger and rounder than hers now..."

Room 7 : Many hands make tight work...

I neared the end of the passage, seeing black silk drapes in my path. I passed through them, the fabric of the drapes caressing my body gently. I heard a loud thump behind me, as I turned back, a metal door had shut my way back.

"That was expected..."

There was another pair of drapes a few meters ahead of me and even the passage ahead was quite a bit different. The walls, ceiling and the floor were entirely cushioned instead of the cold hard stone from before. The passage was also narrower without changing the height of the ceiling.

I extended out my arms to the sides, just having enough room to graze both sides of the cushioned walls with my elbows. I kneeled down, feeling the soft and silky cushioned fabric, on the floor.

"Such comfort in a place like this? Why? I almost wanna lie down on this..."

"Mmmhh... so relaxing and soft..." I said, lying down on the floor on my tummy, letting my body slide on the gentle and silky fabric. It was even more soft and comfortable than any bed I've laid on in my life.

I eventually got up and passed through the drapes, my joy immediately turned to horror. Behind the drapes, the entire passage had hands coming out of holes from either side of the walls. I gulped in my mouth, seeing hundreds of hands of all types, hairy, smooth, white, black, men, women.

The passage was also not straight this time, and curved slightly, so I had no idea of knowing how long this was. I would need to force my way through them if I wanted to get out. "Fuck, I thought things couldn't get any weirder..."

"Please just be gentle with me..." I said nervously, taking a step forward, moving sideways to try and get between the hands.

"Nghhh... fuck!" I exclaimed, as a hand immediately grabbed by breast, squeezing it hard, more hands started finding parts of my body to molest. I tried getting away, but more hands immediately grabbed my arms and legs, holding me in place.

"UGHHHNN!" I tried struggling to slowly push through, the exercise from previous room working in my favour. But even that failed after just three steps as one hand grabbed my hair, preventing me from moving further.

"Fuckk... *panting* Nghh..." I moaned, having multiple hands all over my body. Six hands were around my chest, getting my breasts squeezed, pulled, my nipples pinched, rubbed, rolled around. Multiple hands holding and caressing my thighs, squeezing and smacking my butt.

One hand had me grabbed by throat, while one hand was pushing it's three fingers into my throat, making me gag uncontrollably. I felt my buttplug being pulled out of me, as it got passed around and eventually reached near my mouth.

I looked at it in fear, the tip of the buttplug was dirty, probably from my own waste. I closed my lips tightly to resist as the hands tried forcefully opening my mouth. The grip around my throat tightened, as I had to submit, letting the buttplug shoved in my mouth.

"Fuck, I can't even speak now and the buttplug's so filthy... But these hands... they feel so good all over me. All of my skin tingles so much. What if... I just let them play with me for some time?"

I stopped struggling, letting the hands do with me as they wanted. With my mouth plugged, as I whimpered like a helpless girl, the hands molested every inch of me. I felt two fingers push inside my pussy, fingering me, as I relaxed my entire body, letting the hands hold my weight.

I was in heaven again, as the sensations override my brain, I was getting finger fucked while my breasts, my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, my neck, my face, all of the getting stimulated in all sorts of ways. Slowly another finger found its way inside my ass, filling the empty sensation I was missing.

"Yes, keep fingering my holes. My body loves being used~"

"HMMNNHHFF!!" I exclaimed with the buttplug still in my mouth, as I started ejaculating my juices all over, my legs shaking violently, as the hands showed me no mercy. I had multiple fingers going in and out of both my holes sometimes together, sometimes alternating, messing my insides.

I was drooling like crazy, as I just gave in to the sensation entirely. After hours of continuous orgasms and squirting, the hands eventually got tired, letting me drop down to the soaked cushions.

I opened my eyes, exhausted, still long way to go, with more hands waiting for me. I pushed the butt plug back inside my ass where it belonged. I crawled on my legs and hands forward, trying to sneak under them, as I got grabbed by the hair again and pulled up in the air.

I was suspended in the air, held by the hands from all corners, my body stretched out, as they began tickling and scratching my soles, my armpits, my neck, my stomach. I was uncontrollably laughing and spasming in the air, trying to break free but there was no way out until the hands got exhausted.

After more of an hour of tickle torture they let me down, retracting back into the wall. I crawled forward again, eventually getting grabbed yet again, as I barely got to the curve

"Please don't tickle mee! Anything else!" I begged to the hands, as they suspended me in the air upside down, my knees bent to my stomach, my butt exposed up towards the ceiling. The hands started slapping both my butt cheeks, turning them red. Within a few minutes, my butt was burning red, yet feeling so good.

"Ahh... fuck that hurts a lot! Just a little gentle please!" I begged to the hands again, as they started smacking me harder. Knowing they were reacting to my struggle and pain, I just reverted to whimpering and sobbing.

I felt my buttplug being slid out again, but this time it immediately got pushed back in. I gasped in pleasure, as they started fucking my asshole with the buttplug, rapidly sliding it in and out of my gaping asshole.

I was dropped back down into my own mess after they got tired and the same cycle continued. The next time I got caught, they slapped my face, my breasts, my stomach, my legs, until everything was burning red.

The ones after that squeezed me to one side of the wall, squeezing my breasts, my stomach, and everything as hard as they could, while my neck was choked, barely getting to breathe properly for hours.

After hours of torture, I finally reached the last pair of hands, behind them was the exit door, already open for me. This last set of hands was surprisingly gentle, as they gently teased and rubbed my nipples, played with my clit, and fingered me slowly.

"Oh god, I love this place, I don't want to leave here ever... Just keep playing with me. I'm their slutty toy~"

I enjoyed the last part the most, staying there with my eyes closed, being brought to multiple orgasms, as they gently stroked my hair, patted my head, and caressed my body. This was similar to the start, but much gentle and enjoyable.

Once they retracted, I felt so disappointed, wishing the room continued more. My body was tingling, burning and sort of buzzing with the overwhelming feeling. I looked down at my body, while barely being able to stand straight, my entire body was red and wet with my juices.

Then I noticed one hand to my left was still there, the only one left and it was the one patting my head. I got closer to it to admire it, grasping it, as I said seductively, "You still want something to do with me? I'm all yours to play with..."

The hand suddenly pointed to my chest with a finger, and began drawing something on me.

"D?" I asked, as it continued drawing more letters over my chest.

"O... N... T... G... I... V... E... I... N... Don't give in?" I asked in surprise, as the finger covered my lips. It then started drawing more letters.

"S... T... O... P... C... U... M..."

I got closer to the hand and whispered, "I should stop cumming? But why? Isn't it part of winning?"

"T... R... A... P... Trap? What's the trap?" I thought, as the hand drew more.

"C... H...O...O...S...E...O...U...T... Choose out?"

"What do you mean choose out?" I asked, as suddenly the hand retracted into the wall with a loud thump, making me jump back.

"What the hell was that?" I thought, as I began walking out of this room. I was back walking through the cold stone passages, as the blue lights on the edges which were always there, started to fade out.

Room 8 : Plugged in...

The passage was dark as I fumbled out of it into a new room. This room was much colder and dark, with a different noise to it. I was barely able to see anything here because of the lack of lights.

"Oww!" I yelped, hitting something hard on my head in the dark. I scratched my head, and then started feeling around the thing. It was big and metallic, slightly curved like a cylinder from behind. I walked around its side, feeling it up, trying to figure out what it was.

"The side's almost like a chair's armrest..."

Suddenly lights started glowing around the thing I was touching, slowly illuminating the area around it. I looked down and saw that I was standing on a transparent platform that was around this machine and below it was nothing.

The machine was like a big metal chair with lots of contraptions around it, and it was fixed to a metal shaft that went forward through the big gap in the room. With how dark it was, it seemed impossible to determine how big or deep the gap was.

I hesitantly leaned over the platform to see down into the dark chasm, having no idea how deep the fall would be. Then I remembered about the buttplug and took it out of my ass. I used the chain to slowly lower it and then let it go. After about fifteen seconds of fall, I heard a very faint clank sound that slowly echoed around.

"If I fall from here, I'm dead instantly... This chair is attached to this shaft, maybe I can use it to cross?"

I started inspecting the chair from the side as the platform was only built around the chair. Right at the seat, I could see holes in the middle. Within that hole, I could see what looked like two ribbed dildos, obviously meant to be going inside me as I took the seat.

Before I could inspect further, the platform started falling tile by tile from the edge, getting closer to me.

"Fuck!" I blurted out, immediately trying to jump into the machine and sitting on the seat before I fell to my death. Sitting in the machine, I immediately noticed an instruction manual in front of my face that was not visible from outside. I took it out and started reading it slowly, going through every page.

"Follow the instructions carefully for proper transport of the fucktoy. First the fucktoy needs to sit on the seat in a normal comfortable position. The fucktoy's job is to keep pedalling with her feet to keep the motor running."

"I'm the fucktoy? Yeah, ofcourse I am... I love getting my holes filled with dicks, cum, piss..."

I continued reading out further, "The device has multiple loose circuits that need to be passed through the fucktoy in order to carry the electricity to operate the machine."

"So, guess this will take me to the other end and to my billion dollars? I'm not sure about the electricity though... Guess it wasn't too bad in the buttplug room..."

"First insert the pee sucking rod inside the fucktoy's peehole, and follow with clamping the fucktoy's clitty with the clitty brush. This will keep the fucktoy pissing uncontrollably all the way through." I was getting wet just reading all the descriptions, thinking how it would feel.

From between my legs, I pulled out two ends of the electric connection. One end was a small metal rod with an opening at the end of it. It had a ribbed shape, long as my finger. The other end was a small metal clamp with a rotating silicone brush. Just thinking about these things attached to my most sensitive parts had me dripping wet, letting me lube the rod with my juices.

I slowly positioned the rod and slowly slid it into my urethra, making me gasp out in pleasure, "Nghh... ahhh!"

The rod was eventually all the way inside me, poking into my bladder. The sensation was even more pleasurable than getting my pussy penetrated. I then attached the small clamp over my clit, making me shiver with pain. I could feel a gentle buzzing sensation all the way around my clit and bladder, confirming the circuit was going through here.

"The next step is to prepare the fucktoy's nipples for milking. Fortunately the fucktoy should already be producing milk with the drugs from previous rounds, this step will simply dig a hole in the fucktoy's nipples so she can be fucked in her nipples while the milk is pumped out. To do this, simply attach the priming suction cups to the fucktoy's nipples."

I looked at the panels in front of me, finding the suction cups and attached them to my nipples. It immediately squirted some juices and started sucking hard on them, making them swell up. My nipples were almost feeling numb now, which meant juices were anaesthetic.

"Fuckk! Ehhhh!" I squirmed in pain, closing my eyes as the two needles came in, penetrating my nipples and injecting the lactation medicine. Even with the numbing, it was hurting quite a bit as the needles tore open through my breast tissue, going in and out like a drill.

After a few minutes of assault, the needles came out soaked in blood and milk. The suction relaxed, and let my puffed up nipples out. I inspected my nipples, seeing the small hole that was in my nipples now, with milk coming out of it slowly.

The pain was almost gone, with just pleasurable sensation all the way deep into my breasts. I started rubbing them gently, immediately feeling the need to put something inside them. I looked at the manual for further instructions.

"With the nipples ready, just pull the milk suckers from the front of the panel and attach them to the fucktoy's nipples. The pumping and fucking function will be setup automatically, while the electricity passes through the fucktoy's nipples and milk glands, keeping her continuously milking."

I looked at the panel, seeing the two round hook like things, with claws to grapple onto the nipple. I inspected it closely, seeing the intricate details in it. There seemed to be a brush that spun separately around the nipple, with four needle like things that went inside the nipple to suck out the milk while one bigger rod that seemed to be ribbed as well, would fuck my nipples.

I pulled both of them out, and attached them over my nipples, immediately feeling the entire thing pulling my nipples forward, keeping my breasts stretched forward. The needles entered my nipples with a soothing feeling of having the metal without any pain. I felt the same tingling and buzzing sensation throughout my chest as electricity ran through as well.

"Now, simply clamp the fucktoy's thighs and legs down so she can't escape. Next, add the mouth attachment that will keep pumping the fucktoy's piss and milk back into her for sustainable recycling.

The last step is to fix the fucktoy against the chair with the belly button stimulator and then insert her hands into the designated slot built into the back of the chair. This will keep her hands and body locked in place for safe transport.

Once all of this is done, the pedals will unlock, allowing the fucktoy to fuck herself to oblivion as she's transported to her destination."

"Fuck that's so hot... I won't be able to move at all in this thing now..."

I found the metal clamps near my ankles and thighs and secured myself to the chair. Next I looked at the mouth attachment which was like a mask almost with tubes pointed straight into my mouth, keeping my jaws open.

The next thing was the belly button stimulator, basically a small rotating dildo that was attached to an arm that swung in to press into my belly button.

"Shit! It's locked into me now, and it's such an awkward pose... the attachments on my nipples keep pulling my chest forward while this belly button arm pushes me back. I can't even speak anything with my jaw locked into this machine."

With nothing to do, as my nipples felt like they were being pulled off my breasts, I just inserted my hands into the holes behind me. It was like a narrow tube where my hands went in, and as soon as I reached the end, something snapped onto my wrist, keeping me locked in place.

The machine had some lights on the panel that all turned green, with pedals popping up against my feet. I pushed down on the pedal, which made the other pedal simultaneously rise up, almost like a bicycle.

"NGHNNF!!" I squirmed helplessly, as the electricity running through my bladder and my nipples intensified, with the clit brush rotating on my sensitive clit, the rods pumping into my nipples, the pumps sucking the milk and piss out of my body.

Then, I felt one of the dildos slide into my pussy slowly. As I expected it to stop at some point, I stood wide eyed, as it went deeper and deeper, tearing through my hymen, until I felt it poking things inside me I'd never even felt.

I tried raising my hips, but my entire body was locked tight, as the dick felt like ripping up my insides. My eyes teared up in pain, as the dildo eventually started withdrawing and then the other dildo slid into my ass at the same time.

Even the ass one went in so much deeper than anything before. As I pushed the pedals with my feet, the dildos alternatively went in and out of my holes, while electricity surged through my nipples, clit and bladder.

"AHHH!" I exclaimed into the machine, squirting juices as I came hard with my throbbing clitty getting both rubbed and electrified, the same treatment being done to the insides of my nipples.

By this time the tubes were filled with my milk, squirt and piss as they finally came back into my mouth, forcing me to swallow them. I tried looking forward, seeing the machine had barely moved an inch with all this effort.

"At this speed, I'm gonna be stuck in this for hours before I can get to the end... This is too much... I'll go mad..."

I continued pedaling, the machine barely moving, possibly using most of the energy to fuck and torture my body. But the pleasure was too much, keeping me going non-stop, cumming again and again without any end.

Almost every two minutes, I'd cum, piss, squirt milk like crazy, filling my own mouth back, as the cycle repeated itself for hours.

"Ahh... fuck I'm never leaving this place... I'll become a permanent fucktoy..." My mind was completely broken, as even after what seemed like hours, I had barely moved a few meters.

At many points, I felt like giving up, stopping the pedaling, falling asleep with the attachments still on me, but even in dreams I was getting fucked by hundreds of cocks, playing and abusing my body in all sorts of ways. I smiled and thanked them for using me like their filthy whore.

Then, I'd wake up dripping and even more hornier, continuing to fuck myself for hours until the same thing continued.

It seemed like days had passed when I finally saw the exit door in front of me, feeling a bit of hope.

"That's it! You can do it Brooke. Just a few more days and I can reach it!"

It was like a slow eternal grind, watching the door move closer inch by inch every hour, seeing the same thing after waking up, and then I finally did reach the end.

The machine turned off, releasing the grasp on my hands, all the attachments falling off, the clamps unlocking by themselves. I was free finally, with the platform right in front of me. My jaw was released from the attachment, but I couldn't even move myself.

After some minutes of struggling, I was able to finally move back my neck, relaxing my jaw, hurting like hell, as I groaned in discomfort. I slowly tried leaning forward to get my hands out of the holes behind me, my shoulders and elbow hurting like hell, feeling almost limp.

With barely any energy in my body, I put the rod pushed in my belly button to the side and undid the clamp on my clit. As I took the rod out of my urethra, I felt myself orgasm again, my body shivering as I fell out of the machine.

"I'm finally out... How many days has it been?"

"Uhhnn..." I muttered with my face in the ground, not even able to move my lips properly. I was completely spent and destroyed, as I laid on the ground motionless for more hours. Finally able to muster up some strength, I pushed myself with my feet, the only thing still working, allowing me to slither forward little by little through the door.

The light in this passage started changing to white instead of the usual blue, as I finally was able to stand up a little, stumbling around the walls to move forward slowly.

The state of my nipples was bad, milk constantly leaking out of the holes that were in my nipples permanently now. Then, as I walked forward, I started hearing weird noises, like moans, growing louder.

The intersection : Pleasure or Misery

"Huh? Are those people? I thought this was the last room..."

Then, the passage opened up to a bright white area, with a partition in the middle. I walked closer to it and saw two paths leading forward and they had titles over each path. The left one read 'Pleasure' while the right one read 'Misery'.

The path on my left had the same noises coming from it. I got closer to see a long slippery slide, leading down into a big room. The room was full of hundreds of people, both men and women, of all colours and sizes.

The view made my body start tingling again. They were all fucking and making out with each other, engaging in various sexual activities. The room was full with tubs of piss and cum, as the same people filled and drank out of them. The room was filled with sex noises, continuous moaning and whimpering.

The girls closer to the slide noticed me, as they tried climbing over the slippery slide. I thought they wanted to get out, but they started begging and inviting me to join them, promising me eternal pleasure and orgasms.

The same scent which I got from the paper that night was emanating from this room. The pink liquid that made my body tingle was in abundance in this room with people drowning in pleasure and lust.

"If I go down, they'll take care of me. Make me cum for eternity... So many pussies, so many cocks, so much cum, so much piss, all of it could be mine..."

I wanted to jump down so bad, the scent just overriding my brain. But then, I decided to check the other room too. Stepping back, I glanced into the other room, which was much emptied. In the middle of it was a briefcase filled with money and a door leading out that read 'OUT'.

I took my steps back again, considering my options. "What good even is money without pleasure? It's just misery... All those people are having so much fun..."

Then I remembered the hand in the round a week ago, the one that patted my head. "It said Choose Out."

I was in a dilemma, my body, my mind screaming at me to just go left. But the way that hand cared for me, and guided me. I remember that hand almost being afraid to talk to me, but it did.

"Jen also used to pat my head... Oh god I completely forgot about Jen... and my mom, my dad... Am I really going to leave them all?"

I gathered up my courage, having one last look at the room of pleasures. With all my willpower, I gave one final push, diving for the Misery.

I fell down, my head landing near the briefcase. The money inside it looked meaningless to me almost, making me feel sad, teary and regretful of my choice. The moans from the other room could still be heard and my body was tingling and itching for cumming more. I glanced back from where I slid down, trying frantically to climb back up.

After many minutes of struggle, it seemed pointless, so I sat down crying, knowing I had lost my one way to it. I looked back at the briefcase, wiping my tears, headed towards it again. With a gloomy face, I closed the briefcase and picked it up to head for the exit gate.

As soon as I opened the door for the exit, I felt a pinch in my neck. I looked to my side and noticed a dart stuck in my neck. I took it out, and almost immediately everything started getting dark and spinny.

Brooke fell unconscious and woke back up again.

"Uhhhn..." I moaned again, as I slowly opened my eyes. I looked around, seeing my old apartment again with the same old mattress and squeaky bed frame. My craft kit, sewing needles and my laptop was all still where I last remembered it.

My head was spinning and heavy, making me feel like I just had a bad dream. I got up from the bed and headed for the only mirror which was in my bathroom. I was still wearing my restaurant work outfit but my body was indeed feeling different.

I started feeling up my body, and I had all the curves, muscles and firmness that I gained in that sick game. I immediately started undressing to look at my nipples, and upon close inspection I could almost see a faint hole between them still, although much smaller than I remember them being there.

"What the hell? That was definitely not a dream..." I muttered, and as I squeezed my breasts just a little, milk started seeping out of my nipples. "It was true! All of it! Fuck, how did I get back here? The money?"

I started running around frantically in my house and eventually found the briefcase under my bed. I opened it up, seeing the cash still inside it, but there was a note on top now, the same color as the walls. I opened the note and started reading it.

"Congrats on winning the game. This briefcase contains two million dollars, the rest of the money is deposited into a bank account under your name."

The note had the details of the bank account mentioned as well with just one more line at the bottom of the note.

"Enjoy your prize and don't try going public with any of the knowledge or you will be killed."

I gulped, realising I couldn't speak about anything anymore. My body had changed, and I still felt the extra sensitivity and horniness from back then. I still craved cock. I still craved cum. I still craved piss. I still was a fucktoy.

I moved away and cut myself off from all my family and friends. I got myself a decent sized house in a secluded area with lots of trees and garden area, and barely any population. I didn't need to work anymore, I had my own pool, my own gym, servants, and luxury cars.

Even with all that, I used to drive around to pubs every night, dressing up like a whore, pretending to be broke so men would abuse and take advantage of my body mercilessly.

I would often sneak into men's toilets to drink the piss from urinals, walls, toilet bowls, anywhere I could find. Sometimes men would catch me in this and fuck me with more men entering and having turns with me until I was a complete mess of a toilet slut.

This was basically my life, until one day I met Jennie again in one of the pubs I was going to hook up at. She saw the way I was dressed and showed me empathy, asking what happened to me and how I ended up like that.

Of course I couldn't tell her about what actually happened so I just told her a lie. She still got my number again and started inviting me during the day to coffee shops for meetings, like she was checking up on me.

I got to know that her boyfriend Matt cheated on her and shared her pictures online. She basically had lost faith in men entirely now. She still however worked at the same restaurant, and missed every day I didn't show up. She even blamed herself, thinking I quit because of the work she put on me that day.

As these meetings progressed, I started feeling this guilt inside me about just lying to her, so one day I just opened up a little, telling her that something terrible happened and I couldn't tell her because if it got out, I'd be dead.

She was persistent as she still convinced me to tell her, promising not to tell a soul. So, after careful thinking I did tell her everything. She had a hard time believing it, but once I showed her my true condition, then my money and eventually invited her into my room to show her my nipples.

She was shocked seeing all this, finally believing me, and then the second huge turning point in my life happened. As I stood in front of her in my luxurious room, showing my scars to her, she placed her lips on mine, pulling me in for a kiss.

Fast forward to two years, I am now married to Jennie after we confessed our love to each other. She knows everything that happened to me there, and how damaged my brain and thinking became.

So, as best of her efforts, she helps me manage my desire for cum and piss. I drink her piss on a regular basis, almost being her personal toilet all the time. She makes sure to fuck me senseless every night to sleep.

We also have a huge selection of toys, to satisfy my abnormal nipples and over sensitive pee hole. With the passing years though, these things have slowly become a bit easier for me to manage. No longer needing constant orgasms to make it out to the day, or needing cocks.

Just having the love and care that Jen gives me has made my life the closest it has ever come to what it could be at this point. But who knows, maybe one day, with time, I just might become normal again.

THE END