Trigger warning: Drugging, non-con.

This is a work of fiction, all resemblances to real life people or places is purely coincidental.

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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I spent the entire night before planning how I was going to get the best use out of the white powder. Even after everything, I knew I might be feeling some guilt after I finally tipped that teaspoon into your drink.

There would be no going back and my lust and desire wouldn’t let me stop myself from going through with it. I’d already turned you into an insatiably needy little sex toy. Your body was almost exclusively for use, for me fucking your holes until I came inside of them, leaving the cum to drip out of you and fall to the floor of your cage where you’d lap it up and beg for more.

I could never fuck you enough, even if your pussy was stolen and aching, it always wanted more, it always needed to be filled.

But despite all of that, I still was clinging to a tiny shred of my old guilt, my feelings of protectiveness and compassion and love. I still loved the old you, even if the new you was perfect, and just like I never pushed you to deep throat my cock until you wanted it (despite the fact that the pink powder made you) I didn’t want to push you over the edge, to hurt you in a serious way. But if I’m being honest, that was the old me speaking.

Remember how I started your story? I told you I had a confession, that I needed to come clean.

Well here it is. Here is your confession. I think you like it. I think you fucking love being turned into a little sex toy.

After watching you day after day fuck your slit, stuff your ass, and choke on my cock and the thick dildos I leave around, after seeing you beg me, tears in your eyes, to fuck you one last time before I leave you locked in your cage to sleep, I know the truth. I know that you secretly like it. I’ve known for a while now.

I'm not fully sure what it is, exactly, that you love about being turned into this sexual object, but I can guess. I think you love me taking away your brain, your desires, and turning you into something better, a set of holes to be used, a body to be fucked, a dripping, desperate, slut. A perfect you.

And I love it too.

So I was resolved to use the white powder, to take this experiment to it’s only possible endpoint. I wanted to see how far down the rabbit hole we could go. You and me, together.

I know you’re wondering - what’s the special benefit of the white powder? How could I turn you more into a perfect sex object, a set of holes for me to assault?

The white powder provides an added benefit to my ability to use you - the ability to immobilize the person who consumed it while leaving them completely conscious, able to speak, and keeping their sexual function working perfectly. Except for one thing - it also denies you the ability to orgasm. I know you know this - since you’ve experienced it, but I think it’s important to share the exact mechanisms.

Within 10 minutes of consuming the powder your limbs become heavy, like you’re moving through water, and within another 10 minutes they’re frozen altogether. You couldn’t so much as move your finger to wipe a tear from your eye, let alone hump against my cock or move your head back and I push my fingers deeper into your throat. Combined with the pink powder, however, the benefits are synergistic - you already are insatiable sexually, you crave orgasm after orgasm and to be filled to the point of complete overwhelm. However the white powder ensures there will never be any release, it will keep you constantly denied, dripping, and craving. You'll always been needing more, always be denied that sweet release you're craving, the sensations will only build and build.

So the first time I gave you the white powder (and your daily pink powder, of course) you suddenly stopped humping the dildo you were riding (your favorite one you used daily, with a good curve) and within a few minutes your body was completely immobile, ass shoved up against the bars of your cage, dildo buried deep in your slit as your juices ran down it’s shaft. It was like you were frozen in place, you didn’t fall over or collapse, your body could support you, but you were unable to move from the position you were in.

The only other effect, besides immobilization, that I noticed immediately was that you arched your back and spread your legs slightly. This was a surprising but much appreciated effect of the white powder, which after testing it for a while, seemingly had the effect of forcing your legs open at all times and keeping them immobilized there. Really any position was possible, the white powder allowed you to be positioned, whether against a wall, bed, or other object, legs open, and kept you upright and aware without you falling over, becoming tired, or otherwise having to move.

Your wetness started to drip down your legs and make a puddle on the floor as it dripped out of your slutty little pussy. What a good girl I thought again, I was so happy with our progress.

Ultimately I picked you up and positioned you against the wall, your perfect round ass out, and thrust into you, your eyes rolling back in your head with clear signs that you could feel every thrust and stretch from my hard cock. I was incredibly turned on, and I fucked with speed and aggression. Within a few minutes I could tell you wanted to orgasm. Your pussy opened more and more for me, inviting me in, giving away how close you were to the edge. I went faster without stopping, not worrying about hurting you, and you started to beg me to cum in desperation.

“Please Daddy can…. I…. cum?” you spluttered, your words still a struggled with the denial overiding your brain. “I need to cum soooooo badly.

“No, of course not, good girls don’t cum” I replied, with what would become a common refrain. “Good girls stay wet for Daddy.”

“Pleaseeeee.” you moaned in a whiny, high pitched voice. “Pleeaassseee…… Pleasseeeeee….. I need it….. Pleaseeeeee”

It went on like this for a while. You’d whine variations of "please” and “I need it” over and over, your brain stuck in a desperate loop, trying to find a way out of the unfulfilling pleasure you were trapped in, your body immovable, pinned against the wall by my weight, your holes desperate for release.

Soon you just started to moan, a sort of moan and scream combination, high pitched and animalistic, and the words became unintelligible. I was unrelenting, thrusting again and again as you screamed and moaned until your voice got horse.

As you got closer and closer to a precipice that would never come you shook violently, your body seizing uncontrollably. Apparently the powder didn’t stop this automatic reaction, only conscious ones, and I reveled in your spastic movements, it was almost like having my own personal vibrator. I’d been fucking your holes many times a day at this point, so it was harder these days for me to get to my orgasm, making our sessions last longer and longer, sometimes hours, but as your legs shook they shifted my cock back and forth inside of you and easily brought me closer and closer to the edge.

I just wanted to cum deep and hard inside your pussy and leave it dripping out of you as you screamed in pleasure. Eventually the pleasure reached a tipping point, and I moaned out with force as I shot a load deep into your needy cunt.

“That is a very good fuck toy” I whispered in your ear, your body still shaking and shivering. I wasn't above rewarding good behavior, event if it wasn't totally voluntary. I pulled out and let my cum drip out of you and onto the floor. You stayed where you were, panting like a dog in heat, head against the wall, your legs spread and more wetness dripping out.

You looked perfect then, like a painting I had created, my masterpiece.

Soon I came back with a large buttplug and an even larger penis gag, almost as large as my cock, and I shoved the large gag in your throat. I loved seeing how your eyes got wide as it spread your mouth open and pushed it’s way into your soft, sensitive throat.

With it buried to the hilt inside of you mouth you made little groaning noises but you couldn’t made any other sounds with the rubber cock blocking your airways, and you couldn’t fight or resist because of the immobilizing powder, and it was clear the gag was bringing you closer to the edge again, an edge you would never cross.

Meanwhile the buttplug I got wet with your dripping pussy juices (it never really stopped dripping these days, I just needed to keep you hydrated) and I forced it into your tiny hole. The penis gag muffled a scream but I could see your juices coming out even faster.

Despite just cumming I was rock hard again, my veins bulging around my cock, and I shoved back inside of you and you clenched around my dick with the extra tightness of the buttplug, and you started to vibrate and ride the edge of denial, unable to cum but feeling the sensation heightened and magnified, every thrust of my cock, the veins around it’s sides, the way it pushed you open. The sensation of the buttplug deep inside your butt and the dick down your throat filling you completely and overwhelmingly. You were just a set of holes to be filled and stuffed.

Unable to move and to cum you just stayed there, vibrating on my dick, eyes rolled back in your head, for what seemed like hours in a state of overwhelm, your brain completely shut down, your body working to keep your pussy pumping juices and firing your nerves over and over until I came again.

Eventually the white powder wore off. You collapsed on the floor in a puddle of your pussy juice and my cum. I undid the penis gag, leaving the buttplug stuffing your ass. But with the pink powder still in your system, no matter how thoroughly fucked you were you couldn’t help yourself, and you started licking up the cum and pussy juice from the floor, your eyes begging for more.

I was spent, so I tossed a thick dildo to you which you immediately shoved down your throat until you gagged and covered it in your thick spit, then pushed it inside your raw, swollen pussy and starting fucking yourself again, moaning in desperate denial.

It went like this for the next two weeks, the pink powder forcing you into a state of craven desire, the white powder making it impossible for you to reach release and keeping you immobile and legs spread so you were always available for perfect use. I started keeping you out of your cage again, I'd put you on the table or bed, on your back, with your legs spread wide and behind your head, knowing you'd stay like that for me whenever I wanted to dip my cock into your gushing hole. Sometimes I'd just walk by, stuff it in for a few minutes, then go about my day as if nothing had happened.

You'd stay there, legs wide, tears in your eyes begging me silently to come back and fill you with my cum. These are our days now.

I don’t force you to drink what I give you. I never have. You grab your adulterated drinks greedily and gulp them down, knowing they’re the source of your depravity.

On some level you know you could stop accepting the drinks I give you, but you don’t. And I think the truth is somewhere deep inside you don’t want things to change.