The House Just Off Campus

Chapter 1

The pale mass of flesh could barely breathe on its own, the nasal cannula barely giving it enough oxygen to not pass out.
It couldn't even move its arms or legs anymore, the muscles and tendons beneath the skin so degraded and atrophied by years of non use and muscle relaxers that the bones inside were basically just floating about, the fat around them vaguely keeping them in place.

Toes and fingers barely twitched every now and then, but they were merely for show now. It would take decades of therapy and intensive surgery for this pile of fat to ever move on its own power again.

The large padded tarp and slings holding it up represent a fine line between this so called life and death. A structural failure in the equipment could cause the blob to hit the ground, and even going a mere five feet would collapse and break the barely held together musculoskeletal structure buried under nearly 1400 pounds of pure, soft tissue.

But the man wouldn't let his equipment fail. He has carefully cultivated each and every one of these creations, spending years of resources, medical care and money to get them perfect. Every single part of his operation was meticulously planned.

Nothing was left to chance.

// Years before //

The house on the edge of the bustling college town didn't look out of the ordinary in any sense. It was far enough in the outskirts that the usual chaos of college didn't reach it, but close enough that the sights and sounds of the campus still could be heard.

It was a larger house, built in the early 2000s but cared for and updated. The lawn was trimmed, siding replaced, quite an ordinary house to any onlookers. It had 4 bedrooms inside, along with a large dining room and kitchen.

But these rooms rarely ever had guests in them.

The basement was originally very large, probably due to the areas storms that required a shelter. When he bought the house, he completely revamped the basement on his own. No contractors, no builders, just his extensive engineering and life knowledge (and months of labor) to turn the space into something that matched his vision.

Eight rooms total, with each one half furnished. The floor had an ever so slight angle, going down into a discreet drain. Each room had plenty of outlets for equipment, running water, and all the rooms were connected with piping and electrical cables. They were all modular and perfect for his vision, and while he only had two of the rooms fully ready for now, he planned on the other six being utilized eventually.

But starting small wasn't always a bad thing.

He spent quite some time breaking building codes doing this, and the heavy duty elevator installed going from the basement to the first floor was one of the few things he had to have outside help for.

"I have a big family, and when they visit some of them are old and need a way to get up and down the stairs." A bullshit reason, no one has that many family members visiting and you would never put the old folks in the basement (however nice it was.)

He was quite happy with the end results, already imagining the rooms being used.....

//

A lot of college kids are stupid. They're young, eager, on top of the world. They have no concept of danger or even boundaries.
The hot silver fox lurking inside the bar wants you to go home with him? Sure, why not? It'll be a fun story to tell your sorority sisters, and you can't remember the last time you had sex with someone who knew what they were doing. Surely this older, more experienced man knows what he's doing, right?

And that's how he got his first.

//

Abigail was her name, but her friends and family called her Abby. She was a fun, bubbly girl, a sophomore and 19 years old. She was extremely pretty, and hadn't figured out everyone was so nice to her because they wanted to sleep with her or wanted to be her.

Abby was small, barely 5'4 and 110 pounds. She was sporty, with B cups and a tight, small ass. She could easily be picked up and twirled around.

Abby, under the influence of the vodka, fell into this older man's trap easily. She felt so wanted by him, that she quickly ditched her friends when he mentioned going back to his place. She didn't think for one second that a man in his 50s should not want anything to do with a girl her age, that it was weird, predatory and unusual.

He took control of her the minute she entered the front door, and she melted in his grip. He took the lead in every way, and he had his face in between her legs quickly.

As she arched her back from the orgasm, he promptly got on top of her and put her through the mattress several times. By the early morning hours, Abby was shell shocked and spent, letting herself fall asleep in this man's bed.

When she woke up, she was not in the same room as before. It was clinical in feel, and she was not free to move. Soft but tough straps secured her arms and legs, and her body was completely naked for all to see.

She began to scream, before an eye crossing current ripped through her body. She stopped her flailing, but the shocking current kept going. She involuntarily jerked, sure that the shock was going to kill her.

It stopped, and she could hear her heart beating through her ears. She lay there, defeated. The room had a heavy steel door, and she realized she was on a large, padded mattress. The restraints kept her arms next to her side and legs stretched out below her. Speakers were in the corner, built into the ceiling. A camera was pointed directly at her.

The older man from last night, and who she presumed kidnapped her, walked in quickly after opening the heavy door. Abby screamed, and with an annoyed look on his face, grabbed her jaw quickly with his strong hands.

"Scream again and I'll break your fucking jaw. You don't need it down here." She was paralyzed with fear.

Satisfied that she would keep quiet, he let go of her before pulling a tube down from the ceiling. He affixed a mask of some sorts around her head, and despite some initial resistance from her, was able to snap it on.

It was a crude, evil thing. It had a lever on the front that let him pry her mouth open whether she wanted to or not. He grabbed the tube from above, and with some lubricant, forced it down her throat and into her stomach. She tried to gag, but the man was skilled. Once he was satisfied it was in position, he lowered the lever to close her mouth around the tube.

"The quicker you do things for me, instead of me forcing you, the sooner you'll come to enjoy this. But until then, you will get this mask every hour of every day. If you want it off, you'll be a good girl for me." He then left her there, scared and helpless.

A thick slurry began snaking its way down the tube, and she could only watch in horror as it passed her lips and entered her gut. She couldn't taste it, but felt it filling her up. When she was painfully distended and full, it didn't stop. Just more pumping into her.

She started to overheat, and was sweating profusely. Her once flat stomach looked 14 months pregnant, and she felt as if the skin would rip.

When the flow stopped, she passed out completely.