Author: Daddy Walker Title: Plastic Fuck Holes Keywords: M~f MMMM~FFF bd nc rape anal ws tort snuff ------------------ Plastic Fuck Holes Annie was 16, blond, and dressed in black. The crew had handpicked her from a crowd of screaming female fans after a concert. Now she was walking down a backstage hallway. Today's fighting seemed worth it, although the teenage girl was normally very claustrophobic. Her cunt was ready. She had even wet her panties with a little panic-trickle of pee, accidentally, during the cramped commotion after the show. She didn't care. At this point, she focused her attention on her dream of giving her virginity to any cock from the band. It could happen in just a moment. She knew she would live happily for the rest of her life after doing this. ... Charlie Alexander was a rugged, 45 year old police detective. His dark hair was turning grey, he was getting out of shape, he was lonely, and he had really needed a fuck for years now. At his desk he had a picture of his current case, a girl named Annie who had disappeared after a concert two weeks ago. The computer guys had come up empty, and Charlie had just been ordered to drop the case. You were barely allowed to leave the office without clearance from the computer guys now. Charlie had used to work undercover, and in those days you had known you fought the good fight, and you had known who was in charge. Work had felt worth it even after it had caused his wife to move out with their daughter. Then, he had been relegated to a desk job that only seemed to exist to make him feel old and worthless. The girl Annie, on the picture Charlie was looking at now, was young and very pretty. He had an unhealthy obsession with puberty girls. He had to admit it. The fact that he was himself a father to one made it even more inappropriately exciting. But what did it matter? His daughter had left his life long before puberty. And these days, Charlie fantasized relentlessly about seeing one those freshly ripened, smooth bodies open up to take his cock inside its welcoming cunt — or even better, its ass — the hole his old wife had never allowed him to experience. He knew such a scenario was unlikely, but a man could dream, right? Especially when the dreams made him ejaculate in seconds. He fantasized about rescuing this girl, who happened to look a lot like his daughter. He fantasized about a knock on his door some time later and seeing the girl outside, waiting to show him gratitude. And he fantasized about letting her in, pulling her panties off from behind, spreading her young, tight asscheeks. Most of all, he fantasized about hearing her moan in encouragement, ready to do anything to thank him... A roadie for the concert she disappeared at had mentioned a sponsor company that fronted some shady business. The company appeared to sell bullet-proof plastic, and Charlie had contacted them as a customer, in spite of the computer department's orders. He was going under the name Charlie Swan. In a few minutes, he would pay a visit to a factory. This job would be old times all over again. ... When he came to the factory, he was directed to a side entrance, and then he was led to a conference room where a man in a suit was waiting. - “Welcome Mr. Swan.”, the man said. “My name is Lundgren. I'm running this plant.” Charlie was given a drink. - “I've been doing some research on you, Mr. Swan...”, Lundgren said after just a minute of small talk. “We could really benefit from business with you. So what do you say, do you want to take a walk down to the product floor?” Charlie was startled. He hadn't even managed to figure out exactly what company produced, and now his first instinct was that something was wrong and that there had been some sort of mix-up. But then again, there was nothing to do but play along. They started walking down some stairs and out into a big factory hall, and he was met with a sight he was completely unprepared for. On the factory floor, there were 5 large blocks of transparent plastic. The material had the appearance of some kind of foggy, expensive glass. The blocks were attached to tubes and medical equipment, and inside every block was a naked, hairless woman. The bodies were strangely, artistically, molded into different poses, standing, leaning forward, on all fours... The one thing in common was how almost unbelievably enticing they were, instantly making your thoughts drift to pleasure. Each plastic block had only one opening, exposing the naked female crotches. Up close, you could see the faces of the women through the material. They were stunning, every one, with perfect features, breasts, and asses. Their bald heads made the scene surreal. Air tubes were going into each open mouth, and discrete IV lines were connected to arms and legs. Everything seemed very clinical and controlled. Charlie could even see them looking back out, obviously still alive in there, eyes filled with sedated despair. He found himself distractedly reaching out to touch the plastic, and it tickled his fingers. - “That's grade-A porosity!”, Lundgren boasted proudly behind him. “It allows the skin to breathe... But the drawback is that polymer would actually rip her skin off if you tried to get her out...” Lundgren laughed in some strangely jovial cruelty, and then he walked up behind the woman. Charlie saw Lundgren's hand groping her bare asscheeks. - “It's alright to touch them...”, Lundgren smiled, obviously fascinated with the cunt lips and asshole against his fingers. “This one's called Jane. She's 29 years old, and she's been this way for three years. But her body won't take it much longer. And we want to recycle our very expensive material, so we're actually putting her in the oven tomorrow. You've met her on her last day on earth...” Charlie saw Lundgren's finger simply press inside the woman's wrinkled sphincter. Then, Charlie looked around and saw the woman's eyes widening. Her surprised reaction and seeming discomfort made him grow instinctively erect inside his pants. - “Do you want to try the goods?”, Mr. Lundgren asked. “You shouldn't worry about her... We use drip-feeds to stop hair-growth, give nutrition, and hydrate them. Their skin is treated with disinfectant through the pores of the material... Their stomachs are always empty... But they still urinate.” Charlie had noticed the fluid drains in the floor. - “She's just fuck holes, you know...”, Lundgren finally concluded. Hearing those words as he watched the woman's easily accessible crotch, Charlie felt his cock throb in instant desire. But at the same time, at the back of his mind, he was slowly starting to feel that this was all wrong, somehow, as if he was a fish on a hook. Sure enough, Lundgren continued in a serious tone. - “You know...”, he said. “The police find out everything about everybody these days, of course. But also, of course, we have enough money to even pay their surveillance to look after our business. They aren't strangers to deals on the side, let me tell you... And lately, new business has led us to start looking for younger and more ... everyday girls. Which brings us to why you're here, doesn't it Detective Alexander?” Somehow, Charlie managed to stay calm, cracking a nervous smile. He suddenly realized that he should be worrying about making it out of here. - “Don't worry Detective!”, Lundgren continued immediately, reassuringly. “I really want to do business with you. I'll invite you to dinner, and then I'll help you find your missing girl. How does that sound?” Charlie's throat was dry. He was sweating. No words came out, and eventually he started worrying that maybe, if he didn't answer soon, the CO's unexpectedly mercy offer might run out. Charlie managed to force himself to nod, wondering if it could save his life. Lundgren simply smiled contently. One of the women faced Charlie. She was looking back in silence, standing up, bent straight forward. Something about her gave him the impression she had been used as a bar table. There were even stains of old wine in the plastic on her back. He wondered how long she had been trapped that way. He wondered how much pain she was in, how much her body ached, how much she longed to move... To his surprise, he felt his cock strain again in response to all that naked, sexy defenselessness. Another woman to the right was on her knees. She looked about the height of a small living room table. Your eyes were naturally drawn to her clearly exposed asshole. Charlie figured she'd probably been fucked mostly in her ass. It looked as if that angle would have been more convenient for a man... - “I understand if you need to take this in...”, Lundgren spoke in the background. “You'll have time to think at dinner.” ... Dinner was surprisingly soothing. Mr. Lundgren explained how a person in Charlie's position could provide them with even younger girls from criminal investigations. Everybody would win... - “We're going to offer you a room here for the night.”, Mr. Lundgren said. “In that room you're going to find one of our products. I think she will be to your liking... We will be recording and watching you, of course... It'll be entirely up to you, but I've decided to make it simple. If you use her — the way she's now intended to be used — we will consider it a purchase. Then, you'll owe us until you've worked off the value. And the recordings will ensure your loyalty...” Mr. Lundgren stood up. - “I recommend that you make that purchase, Detective.”, he finished. ... The room reminded you of a very small hotel suite. Charlie heard the door lock behind him. He noticed a camera in the ceiling and knew he was a prisoner. There was a bed, a sofa, and a large screen on the wall. There was no bathroom; all he saw was a drain. Right next to it on the floor, there were two feet trapped in plastic under a tablecloth. Charlie pulled the cloth away to find a naked, petite girl. Her whole body was molded into a low, very subordinate and appealing posture on her knees. You could see light from the lamps refracting and glistening in the plastic around her young, firm-looking breasts. Her arms were placed behind her back, as if hanging from an invisible rope. Charlie looked into her face. She was looking back at him with anxiety in her eyes. It was Annie, the girl he had been looking for for weeks. She was even more beautiful and innocent — angelic — in real life. He couldn't take his eyes off her curved, smooth body, forced down to be fucked for eternity. As before, this sculpted servitude made his cock rise instinctively, and he realized that the bulge was growing right where her eyes had to be focused. He tried to get a grip of the situation, trying to tell himself that she was in pain and fear, that maybe he could still help her, that he wouldn't actually be a monster if he at least tried to fight for what he believed was right, deep down. But deep down he also knew that any effort would be useless. There was no way out for her. She would be trapped in this position, in this material, for the rest of her life, and nothing could alleviate her suffering. He poured himself a drink and sat down to think. Two drinks later, when he finally crouched down in front of her, he saw her looking back, begging for help. - “Hello Annie...”, he said. “Don't be afraid... I'm Charlie. I'm a police detective. I've been looking for you for a long time. I'm really sorry I found you too late, Annie... But at least I'm glad I found you...” He couldn't even keep his eyes locked at hers through that last part, since her beautiful, naked ass distracted him. The cheeks were invitingly spread. He reached over behind to touch her, and his fingertips caressed the welcoming skin and proceeded to slide down her crack. Soon he touched her warm, sweaty anus. This was it... He had been given an opportunity to fulfil his every dream. How could a man ever believe it right to deny himself that? Also, in many ways it was true that she was really just holes now, nothing else. The decision came so much easier when he allowed his cock to help with the thinking... He took out the throbbing shaft, feeling strangely proud of its size and hardness, showing off just inches from her face... The tip was leaking with pre-cum. His orgasm was already close. He saw exhilarating fear in her eyes. But in the end, he only really had eyes for her waiting, inviting anal puckers. He walked around behind her again. This time he callously pressed a finger inside her colon. - “Oohhhh yeahh...”, he had to let out, grunting as he felt the moist tightness. He was about to fuck the asshole of his dreams now, about to finally experience a tight, clenching sphincter... He could already feel sperm welling up, ready to unload inside that moist, deep, young anus. He came to realize he'd have to act quickly and get inside before it was too late. He pulled his finger out and put the tip of his shaft against the orifice. Her wrinkles resisted as he increased his pressure. He tried to focus as much as possible, to take this historical moment in, and he pushed with force. The young ass stretched out wide as the thick cock head forced through the tender barrier. The complete silence was overwhelming. The warm squeezing sensation around his organ was even better. Nothing he had ever felt could compare to this delirious mix of excitement and pure stimulation. He managed to make a few quick thrusts, watching himself go into her depths. He tried his best to savor the moist, folded teenage anus, which was now literally sucking on his shaft. - “Fuck! Fuuck!!”, he screamed, informing the world of his building climax. “Yeeahh... Fuuuck!!” In a final, violent stab, he buried his cock to the hilt and came. His orgasm kept pumping, flowing an uninterrupted river of sperm into the pubescent bowel. When it was over, he was breathing heavily on top of the plastic, which pricked his skin. Eventually, he got up and withdrew slowly, watching the perfect teen ass pulling, as if it wanted his cock to stay in. Then he moved around and looked at her face. He knew everything about about this beautiful girl. He had questioned her parents, searched her room, talked to all her teachers. And now, through some miracle, he had felt her tight asshole clamping down on his cock... If that beautiful face could have cried, it probably would have. Instead, the young woman simply returned his stare with shocked eyes. Charlie watched them for a while, feeling a strong desire for more. He moved around behind, knelt down, put his mouth to her sphincter, and pressed his lips tightly against the stretched skin. He moaned deliriously into the opening while he pressed his tongue against the wrinkles and jerked off furiously. A barrier inside him had crumpled, rendering him unable to control his deepest urges. The tip of his tongue slipped inside her hole. He started sucking the anus into his mouth, grunting, groaning, panting, slobbering, pushing his tongue out, lapping wildly all over the fresh-fucked girl ass. When he couldn't hold his next orgasm back, he stood up, put his cock into the glistening opening, and shoved himself in again. It must have been painful for her this time, but he didn't care, not stopping the motion until he was buried all the way. In a scream of release, he erupted into his trapped asshole for the second time in minutes. A few moments later, he sat in the couch, wondering what would happen now. Without even thinking, he put his feet up on her. Old Charlie was gone. It had only taken a few moments. There was no point in fighting the system, was there? All he could do now was to try to be nice to Annie... maybe talk to her a lot... put her in front of the TV when he was off to work... He tried the remote control. The giant screen showed something that appeared to be filmed on the factory floor. There were three women in plastic blocks on the floor. One was on a belt that led to a door in what Charlie assumed was the recycling oven Lundgren had mentioned. The belt didn't move. There were 5 men in the room. Charlie kept watching, transfixed. The men were walking around with drinks in their hands, fucking the women, even pissing on the plastic, laughing cruelly. Suddenly, Mr. Lundgren entered the floor with a cigar in his mouth. He walked up to the woman on the belt, who was molded in a bent-over pose with her legs spread. Mr. Lundgren started tracing the glowing end of the cigar through the woman's cunt slit. Of course, she couldn't make a sound, but you could see the sizzling glow against her fuck folds. When he reached the clit, he leaned forward and puffed the cigar, roasting her beef-like labia for at least 10 seconds. Then he stood up. He put the cigar against her anus and simply worked the red hot tip inside. He left the cigar there, sticking out — a little brown knob. All the men laughed and cheered him on when he took his cock out of his pants. After about a minute of hard, snorting cunt-fucking, Mr. Lundgren's body trembled in orgasm. While he finished grunting, he reached out to his side and pushed a large button, and the door about 10 feet in front of him started opening, slowly making you aware of the radiating, glowing heat in the oven. The belt started to move. The encased woman slowly moved away from him, and his long, semi-erect shaft slumped out of her sperm-messy cunt. Charlie couldn't believe how much the cruel fate of the woman actually excited him. He masturbated. The plastic around her was glistening and starting to melt. From her sides, everyone was cheering, fucking the remaining women. You could see the unfortunate one's skin turn red. Suddenly, she was pissing, spraying backwards into the air in death-panic. The melting plastic disappeared into the heat. The film ended with the oven door closing with a heavy sound. This would be Annie's fate as well. Charlie wondered how much time they would have together before her body would meet its end in that oven. But all he could really care about was how the film had made him want another orgasm now, fast. He knelt down behind Annie with a straining cock. His fingers caressed the crack of her ass and the smooth and silky-soft skin around her cunt. The wrinkles around her asshole looked a little swollen, and he guessed his cock had already been the source of some considerable soreness. - “I'm so sorry Annie...”, he managed to say distractedly. “I really didn't mean to hurt you...” While he spoke and massaged, Annie began pissing on the floor, as if some reflex had been triggered. He allowed her long, strong river to finish, and then he brought his cock to her cunt and felt the urine-wet lips separating easily around his shaft. Inside, however, she was more dry than expected. His cock more or less stuck just over an inch into her cunt. He had already planned for having to empty his bladder down the grating between her legs. Now he thought of how easily the drips of her urine had lubricated him in through the opening, and it dawned on him that he could use the same type of lubrication to get himself in the rest of the way... After all, it wasn't as if she would ever protest anything, accusing him of being a pervert, was it? It took about half a minute of concentrating, and then he finally felt piss spurting from his cock into her vaginal cavity. He pulled his cock back just a little and watched warm fluids dribble out, and then he shoved himself back. This time he reached half-way in. He decided to go for some more. After a few concentrated seconds he felt a flow starting, and this time he managed to keep it up. He was amazed at how much he could release inside her. Would the contents of his bladder go all the way into her uterus, or would they just stretch her fuck walls? Would he have to do this often to get in? He could feel warm, ballooning liquid all around his cock now. He tried pushing deeper, and he discovered that he slid in without problem, while a small geyser-burst of urine sprayed out around his cock. He tried again, and he was rewarded with another wet splash against his pubic hair. Charlie had reached the bottom of her cunt now, and he started thrusting. The piss-friction felt wonderful. Her pussy dripped as he fucked her harder and harder. - “Fuuck... Yeeahh...”, he panted ecstatically down at her. “You're such a fucking sexy piss hole!” He smacked against her wet crotch a few last times. Then he cramped up, buried himself inside, and screamed his first real teenage-cunt orgasm out. After catching his breath he pulled himself out and got up to get another drink. He sat down, putting his feet up again — on his new piece of fuck furniture, he thought. His sperm was trickling out along with the dripping piss. Charlie wondered how it would be to have her in his home. Would he give her a quick fuck every day when he came home from work? Would she orgasm if he fingered her? Would he even know? There was no limit to the questions. Had Lundgren been sure all of this would happen so easy? Did it come this natural for everyone? After watching some more violence on the screen, Charlie walked around in new arousal and put a fingertip against Annie's anus again. The most amazing thing happened. Her asshole opened up for him when he put pressure on it. She was doing it on her own. She had learned already. Charlie put his cock against Annie's rectum for the third time tonight, watching the beautiful, young asshole kiss him welcome. He knew what this was. This was the start of a perfect relationship. ... - “Excellent!”, Mr. Lundgren said the following morning. “It's been a pleasure doing business with you. She will be delivered to your home tonight.” He smiled and pressed Charlie's hand. - “And may I suggest you take a week off.”, Mr. Lundgren continued. “To acquaint yourself properly with your product before you come back to work — for our future in pleasure.” dirtywalker@gmail.com --------------------- First published 2010 and since free for use under the CC0 licence http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/