Chapter 2 - coming to terms

As she overcomes the initial shock of awakening and finding herself restrained, seated on the vibrating saddle, cinched up by her arms over her head, and gagged with a penis gag that delivers high calorie fluid every time she activates the vibrator, Sophie starts to take stock. Her memories of the previous night are hazy, a party, walking home late, and then nothing. Is it possible that she was kidnapped? She tries desperately to focus, to remember something that might be relevant. Her cheer-leading practice that afternoon had been uneventful, and she had weighed in on target at her WeightWatchers meeting.

As she explores the shape of the rubber penis gag in her mouth with her tongue she wonders who could be doing this to her? A jealous girl from college? Someone with a grudge at WW? She speculates that she hasn't always been kind to others who were struggling to maintain their weight, and that while she has sometimes fluctuated ten pounds here or there, she has usually had the self-discipline to restrict her eating and stay in her weight bracket.

She looks down at the rounded saddle between her legs, noticing the elevated ribbed base of the cock that is so unceremoniously impaled in her ***, noticing that her closely shaved pussy lips are splayed wide either side of the intruder, giving the ridge access to her inner vulva and clit when she bears down. She realizes too late that her mind is drifting, lingering on the sight of the fleshy folds of her sex, and remembering the intense feelings of the vibrating cock and saddle. She breathes deeply, tipping back her head and flexing her spine, pressing her hips down, rubbing her clit on the ridge, and activating the machine again.

The sensations are immediate and intense, and for a moment she pulls away, drawing the penis out of her slightly, before pushing herself back down onto it, reveling in the stimulation. Gasping in uncontrolled need she draws back again, trying to exert control over her body, and succeeds only in a language and fluid ***ing motion, drawing herself up, and lowering herself back down the ribbed penis, and back into direct contact with the vibrations.

She notices her lips, wet with her own fluids, puffy and engorged, her clitoral hood pulled back, exposing her to overpowering sensations from the machine. Then, as quickly as they arrived, the sensations are gone, leaving her grinding her crotch once more on the rubber tormentor.

A moment later, and a spurt of fluid from the cock gag fills her mouth, her taste buds contributing to the symphony of pleasure signals her brain is receiving from her body. The sweet, buttery tastes of caramel and cake icing mingling with something more earthy and musky. She tries once more to spit, but the gag makes it impossible, and before long the liquid makes it to the back of her throat and into her stomach.

She looks down again, breathing heavily through her nose, this time her gaze lingering on her taught belly. The product of many hours of working out and toning. She flexes the muscles in it, watching her chest rise and fall with her breathing as her heavy but pert breasts move. Her nipples are large, dark and tightly erect, and a part of her instinctively moves her torso, shaking them slightly, reveling in the tingling sensations in her nubs, and the feeling of them swaying against her body.

The sound of the vibrations again are the first warning that she has triggered the machine again, but her horror is rapidly overcome by feelings of need as she grinds her pussy lips onto the ridged and oscillating plate, rationalizing that she should not waste the stimulation now that she has triggered it.

She ***s herself in shallow motions, no longer wanting relief from the vibrations, but savoring the feelings of being filled and penetrated by the machine. She moans quietly into the gag, whimpering as the machine halts, and the syrup is squirted again into her mouth.

She is awoken from her sensual surrender by the thought that she might have already have swallowed thousands of calories. She straightens, trying desperately not to swallow, but realizing that she must. As the fluid trickles down the back of her throat, she resolves that she must resist this machine, she must overcome the growing feeling of need in her loins. As she tries to breath deeply and deliberately, she also becomes aware of a craving for the sweet fluid that she is already feeling, like the temptation to finish the tub of ice-cream once it is open. The two needs, for sexual stimulation, and for sweet, fatty goodness jostle for attention in her mind as she squirms uncomfortably, squealing as she realizes the machine is re-starting once again.