I woke
up slowly. I could hear moans, laughter, whips hitting flesh...and
then I remembered the ribbons encasing me and dragging me into a
pitch-black portal while I started to pass out from the lack of
air...
With a
start I sat forward on the bench, looking around me wildly. I was
still in the video booth. The memory of hands all over me, molesting
me, came to mind and jumped up form the bench. My eyes darted around
to the corners in the booth, seeing nothing. I turned to the video
screen, expecting Chandra Sweet's face, mocking me, calling me a
whore and a bitch.
She
said that I was being brought to her dimension. But...the ZFX trailer
didn't have me in it. I wasn't the star victim. It was a trailer from
one of the first ZFX movies I bought when I started collecting
vintage bondage porn. It was “The Plant”.
But I
wasn't in the movie. I wasn't wrapped up in vines and being violated.
I wasn't bound and gagged and electrocuted. There were no hands coming
from the wall or ribbons coming to wrap me up and suffocate me.
It was
just a porn, video booth showing ZFX trailers.
Feeling
stupid, I walked out of the booth and back down the hall towards the
store. As I walked, I felt...different for some reason. Things felt
off. I shrugged, and decided to go home and call it day. I walked
into the store and past a full length mirror. I stopped, blinked and
walked back to the mirror.
What
the hell?
I
looked at myself in the mirror. It was me...but not me. I wasn't
wearing the clothes I had come in with. Instead, I had on a
neon-green tube top. A really short jean skirt. And these white, stiletto heeled hooker boots that went up to my knees.
I
looked at my face; it was me. But heavily made up. Then I noticed the
hoop earrings...so trashy! But the thing that really surprised me was
that my hair had somehow grown and was long again! It went down my
back and was dyed black. And very, very much teased.
My
mouth dropped open; I looked like a 90's era prostitute.
I
slowly turned my head to the right. And standing right there was
Chandra Sweet, smirking at me. As I raised my hand to point at her, a
hand with a cloth clamped over my mouth and nose.
There
was a sweet smell to the cloth. And a very large and strong arm
pinned my smaller arms to my body. For a moment, I was too surprised
to act. Then I realized what was happening as I did a slow blink,
felt a little drowsy; I was being chloroformed!
I
struggled, my legs lifted and kicked in the air. I twisted my
shoulders and tried to pull my head away from the cloth. But he just
held me there. I squirmed and screamed into the cloth...but I was
only getting weaker. Worse, as my struggles started getting weaker
and sluggish, I could an enormous erection from the man holding me.
As I
started to sag in his arms, as my knees started to give way...as it
became harder and harder to keep my eyes from rolling back and
closing...Chandra stepped up to me.
She
smirked at me, mere inches away and right before my eyes closed for
the last time, she said to me, “Welcome to the ZFX Dimension,
bitch.”
I woke
up again. Very groggy from the chloroform. I blinked a couple of
times and then tried to rub my eyes. I couldn't.
When I
tried to stand and couldn't, I panicked. My eyes shot open and I
looked down: I was bound with rope to a chair.
My
ankles were tied to a leg each of the chair. That forced my legs to
be spread open some. I could feel a chill hitting me inside of my
skirt. There was rope tight against my stomach, pushing into me,
making a touch hard to breathe. I tested my wrists; they were bound
behind the back of the chair. I could lean forward just a little, but
that was it.
That
was when I noticed the gag. It was a hard bit gag. It pulled hard
into the corners of my little mouth, stretching them back. I could
still make noise, even talk after a fashion...but I was gagged.
Chandra
walked up to me with a stool. She sat down to the right of me, and I
looked away. She grabbed my chin and pulled me back to look at her.
I blinked, looked at her pretty and sadistic face.
“Plshh...ddnnnnt....plsh...”
She
gave me an evil smile, “You're making me wet, you little slut. I
knew we were right to lure you here. You're just another, submissive,
horny fuckslut...”
I shook
my head no. And begged with my eyes for her to let me go. Her hand
pressed against my stomach, just above the rope.
My body
stiffened in the chair as her hand slowly went up. Her hand cupped a
breast and I moaned a no very, very loudly.
She
squeezed, making me whimper and beg, “Shtp...pllsh
shtp...nnnmmm...shtp...PLSH!”
Chandra
leaned in and hissed into my ear, “You fucking whore...you know
want it....you know you need
it...you know you just looove
this...you know you
do....”
She slipped her hand under the tube top and started to pinch at my nipple. Then she shifted to my other breast. And for what seemed like forever, she squeezed and tormented my nipples and my breasts with her hands. Telling me how much of a whore I was, how much of a submissive slut I was and that soon, I would be so much sluttier and submissive.
And
to my horror, as I moaned and whimpered for her to stop and to let me
go, I found my hips trying to undulate on the chair. I could feel how
wet I was. And with a burning red face, I turned away and whimpered
as Chandra laughed at me.
Finally,
she snapped her fingers and a large many walked up to her and handed
her a syringe. My eyes went wide and I screamed and really struggled
to get free. The man reached down and grabbed my throat with one hand
and squeezed and soon I went very still as he choked me. He slowly
let go when Chandra ordered him to.
She
held up the syringe, “This isn't a drug; it isn't heroin or
anything like that. It will,
however, start to enhance your submissive side. But it has to be
given to you in small doses, over time, for it to work and not to
reduce you to a drooling mess. Now stay still.”
She
stuck me with the needle and I winced, she continued, “You see, now
that we have given you the shot, we have to carefully feed you the
serum in various ways. In about a day, you will lose your memory, you
will become completely submissive and we will create a new you; a
submissive whore into BDSM and horror porn...”
She
took the needle and handed it back to her servant, “I guess I
should explain your new home to you. You see, the ZFX Dimension
stopped evolving socially in the 1990's. And the people in this small
dimension, they started creating a new social order of sadists and
masochists. All of those ZFX movies you watched in your
dimension...well...that's how it works in this one.”
She
licked her lips, “The problem became that for women, you fell into
one of two categories: dominant or victim. Most of the women here
went victim. Which was fine...until the rest of us wore them out. We
literally fucked them to death. And now, we have to find new women to
become the victims of our society. And that's where sluts like you
come in!”
Chandra
reached behind me and started to unbuckle the gag, “So, we make
these movies and we transmit to other dimensions on certain
wavelengths. We aim for submissive sluts like yourself. We lure them
in and we grab them...just like we did with you!”
She
pulled the gag out of my small mouth, it was so sore, “So, what we
have to do now is to make you compliant. Just like all the others.
Now, normally, after we do that we release you into the world and we
use over and over....we mind-wipe you after each session so you can't
remember and when we nab you again, you are fresh. But you...we
tested you after we first brought you in...we had no idea you were
such a kinky, little bitch!!”
Chandra
mauled at my breasts through the tank top as he grabbed my hair from
behind, “So, we are going to use you in the movies, you get to be a
star!!!”
Her
face came in closer, “And when we are done, you will be the
perfect, submissive whore for us to use...when you aren't being
bound, gagged, tortured and raped in front of a camera by men, women,
robots and tentacle monsters...you will be in suspended animation
until the next movie...or until I decide to use you as my personal
bondage, fuckslut.”
She
forced herself on me. She kissed me deeply. Her tongue deep into my
mouth, overpowering mine and soon I wasn't able to breathe. Her hands
viciously twisting my nipple, making me moan into her mouth in pain.
When she pulled away, there was a small strand of drool between our
lips.
She
wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at her servant
and ordered him to take me to the “Dildo Room”.
She
grinned at me, “You're going to just love
how you will get your second dose of the serum!!!”
As
she walked away, I felt terrified. And then, as my mind was frozen in
the horror of what was to happen to me, I realized that the serum was
starting to work...there was a small, almost silent voice in my head
that appeared...and then the horror became more real as the little
voice grew a little louder each time it repeated itself...
I
don't want to be untied...ever again...I just want...to be helpless
forever....
The
large man looked down at me and cocked an eyebrow, “You know you're
saying that out loud, right?”
End
Part Two
