Trigger warning: Drugging, non-con.

PS: Sorry this took me so long to get out, I had written half of it but I had personal stuff to tend to and couldn't work on the story until today!

This is a work of fiction, all resemblances to real life people or places is purely coincidental. The narrator is just that, a fictional narrator.

No person should attempt to copy or emulate anything in this story.

Summary: Narrator gets access to an experimental compound that causes extreme, unending horniness in women, and uses it on his unsuspecting girlfriend to turn her into a perfect, dripping sex toy.

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Over time, and with enough of the pink powder that made you incurably horny, we settled into a routine, you dripping and lustful and orgasmic, while I periodically used your body and your holes as much as possible. In the morning I’d pick out your clothes, mostly skirts and short dresses to ensure easy access since you were no longer able to dress yourself properly. Never any panties, of course you couldn’t wear panties anymore anyway, they’d get too wet. I’d fuck one of your holes, leave you filled with my cum, and I’d find a large plug and plug your ass and leave you to go to work.

When I’d come home from work and I would see you splayed out on the living room floor, or arched against a wall fucking yourself with a dildo, moaning in pleasure. I’d just throw the dildo away, lift your skirt and shove my now throbbing cock inside of your dripping pussy, or work your throat as deeply as possible while you ground yourself against one of the dildos. With my cock in your pussy and with the effects of the pink powder you’d cum over and over on my dick, screaming and writhing in pleasure. Never satisfied, the pink powder saw to that, but happy in the moment nonetheless.

However my mind couldn’t sit still in this routine. I wasn’t content with just using you for basic sex, and I became more creative over time with the boundless possibilities in front of me, with you as an insatiable slut captive to your own lust I could do almost anything. I’d play these games with your body to see if I could do things that wouldn’t turn you on. If I turned you on, I’d lose. If I turned you off, I’d win. I tried all manner of perverted abuses of your body but I always lost. Everything turned you on.

One of my favorite games was one where I’d close your nose with a clip, and see how long I could keep my cock down your throat while you rode one of the dildos attached to the wall without stopping. Your desire kept you grinding on the dildo, shoving it’s length up your cunt over and over, even when oxygen was scarce and your brain was turning to mush. Sometimes your eyes would roll back in your head and I knew the world was getting fuzzy for you, but I didn’t relent, I kept my cock down your throat. Only when you stopped riding the dildo on the wall I knew I needed to let you breathe.

“What a good slut” I’d say, giving you a second of breath before plunging back down and forcing you to bury your face in my pelvis. I could see the wetness glistening on the dildo and your moans (when you had a little oxygen) were desperate and loud.

It was hard sometimes, I won’t lie. It wasn’t always easy for me. Sometimes I just wanted to flop on the couch and watch a movie, but inevitably you’d be humping my leg or in a corner masturbating to just the sight of me.

One day you were at my feet, dripping pussy juice on our rug, rubbing your sluttly little cunt with ferocity. I was trying to change what show we were watching, but you grabbed my hand and shoved it deep into your mouth, sucking on my fingers like they were nourishment, getting drool all over them while rubbing your clit with the other hand. You came hard, riding waves of pleasure while you pushed my fingers back as far as they would go.

It turned me on, it really did, but I also wanted to watch my show, so I decided then you really needed to be checked somehow. The insatiable sexual appetite was too much and it was grating on me. You were supposed to be my fucktoy, but you were starting to demand too much of my attention, and good fucktoys are there to be used, and when they’re done being used they’re to be put away in a corner.

I knew I needed to do something (sans stopping giving you the pink powder, I couldn’t do that, its was too good!). After a few internet searches and waiting patiently for the delivery driver while you continued to cum all over my carpet - my solution arrived: a large wooden crate, the special delivery men huffing at our stairs with it’s bulky, heavy contents. Inside was a large iron cage with thick welded black bars, just large enough to hold you mostly still and to keep you from moving around too much.

I unpacked it and put it in a corner within full view of the living room, and I picked you up and carried you to the corner. Attaching a collar to you, I pulled you towards the cage, it’s hard thick bars looming over you. You hadn’t spoken much since the first week you’d been on the powder, but I could see your excitement in your eyes.

“That’s for ….. me…..” You asked, eyes glazed over with lust and struggled to find your words. It was like you were speaking a foreign language you hadn’t spoken in many years.

“I’m… a lucky….. slut…” you sighed.

And you started rubbing your cunt like a good toy. What a change from the innocent good girl you had been before, one that was too afraid to deep throat me or take it in the ass. Now you were going to live in a cage until I needed you, and no more.

I grabbed you by the hair and shoved you into the cage (I did put some bedding inside so it wasn’t extremely uncomfortable!) and attached the collar to one of the bars, locking your neck in place. After you were immobilized by your neck I placed a large dildo against one of the bars, and gave you a kiss on the head.

“Get to work” I ordered. You followed my instructions and started grinding on the dildo immediately, lubing it up with your now constant stream of pussy juice. I locked the cage door and left you to go watch my show while you oragamsed on the dildo, screaming with release, cumming yourself in a happy oblivion.

The next few days I would take you out of the cage when it was time for me to use you, shoving my cock into one of your holes and then locking you back in your cage when I wanted some time to myself. No matter what hole I used you would orgasm and scream when I fucked that hole, even your mouth and your ass, but when I would put you back in your cage you’d cry and pout, begging me with your eyes to continue to fuck one of your holes. When I wouldn’t relent you’d shove your cunt or ass back on the dildo and ride it over and over and over, tears rolling down your cheeks at how it was unfair that I wasn’t using one of your holes.

I decided that in order to keep you most useful it would be best that I switch the smoothie to an all liquid diet, so I started putting your pink powder into gatorade, and I made your diet exclusively water, gatorade, and vitamins. This would ensure your throat and cunt would always be dripping wet for me to use, thick with drool and wetness while your ass would alway be ready for a hard pounding if that’s how I wanted to use my toy.

I switched to making you mostly anal only and I’d take you out of your cage and pound your ass, sometimes for over an hour without breaks, my hard cock deep inside your special hole, spreading it wide. When I was done I’d cum inside and, using a large plug with a locking mechanism, push the plug roughly into your freshly fucked hole and locking it in place with a little lock. That’d keep my cum inside you until the next time I decided to use your ass, ensuring you always felt my reminder of who owned your holes, but also ensuring that you couldn’t fuck your ass without my unlocking the plug first.

A few weeks into my experiment with the pink powder I decided that things had been going extremely well. You were nothing but a blubbering, drippy set of holes for me to fuck, and I knew it was time to to try the white powder. I felt a lot guiltier about the white powder, at least with the pink powder you were enjoying yourself. With the white powder Id have no idea how you’d actually be feeling. Still, the greed overrode my guilt and I added it to your smoothie the next day.