Kidnap and Aanl Training

Katy (only just 14yo) gets kidnapped and anally use

The first thing Katy registered was the sting—deep, throbbing, a raw heat radiating from her bum like her sphincter was on fire. She felt lightheaded, her vision swimming as she blinked against the sterile glare of overhead fluorescents. The last thing she remember was walking home from school, cutting through the park—then nothing. Now this.

She tried to moved but her wrists and ankles were bound with padded cuffs, spread wide over the polished steel bench—cold against her thighs, her stomach. She could only move her head. Katy whimpered, twisting to look around her, she was surrounded by mirrors—positioned to give her a horrifying panorama of herself, naked, bents over a bench, legs forced apart.

In a reflection of a reflection she could even see her own bum—and the cause of the burning. There was a thick, glistening dildo pushed deep inside her bumhole, which was then attached to some kind of machine with a hydraulic piston.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She started to cry—not just from the pain, though that was bad enough—but as it dawned on her that she was in serious trouble. Her tiny body shuddered, she sobbed as she took in the reflections: her own pale skin flushed pink with humiliation, the straps biting into her wrists, the way her blonde hair stuck to her damp forehead. And worst of all—that machine. It wasn't just inside her. It was waiting.

The first buzz against her clit made her yelp—a high, startled sound. It wasn't just a touch. The wand strapped to her was powerful, the vibrations immediate and unrelenting. Her clit pulsed under the stimulation, an unwelcome jolt of pleasure cutting through the fear. Katy gasped, her thighs trembling as the sensation spread—hot, electric—despite herself, her body responded.

The second buzz came just as the piston behind her hissed, retracting the dildo inch by agonizing inch before slowly driving back into her. She screamed, her back arching against the restraints. The mirrors caught every twitch of her face, every tear streaking down her cheeks. The wand buzzed again, relentless, syncing with the machine's rhythm—her hips jerked instinctively, caught between pain and a traitorous, rising heat.

Her arse was on fire—worse still she could see it—see her sphincter being pulled outwards by the obscene thickness of the toy as the machine withdrew slowly, almost teasingly. Katy sobbed openly, her small chest rising and falling rapidly. The wand hummed against her clit again—longer this time—and she couldn’t stop the jerk of her hips, couldn’t stop the slick warmth gathering between her thighs.

The machine relentlessly fucked her tight teenage hole—each hydraulic hiss punctuated by Katy's whimpering gasps. The mirrors mercilessly reflected every twitch of her delicate body, every ripple of forced pleasure as the wand buzzed against her swollen clit. She could see her own pink, trembling lips glistening with slick desperation—could see the way her tiny nipples hardened despite herself, betraying her terror with unwanted arousal.

Then, with a mechanical groan, the machine shifted—its rhythm deepening, lengthening. Katy barely had time to choke out a scream before the dildo dragged nearly all the way out of her abused little hole—her rim fluttering pathetically around the retreating girth—only to slide back in with a with the same merciless mechanic rhythm. The impact forced the breath from her lungs. Her spine arched violently, making the wand press even harder against her clit, buzzing maddeningly.

Schlop. The sound was obscene—wet, slick, an audible violation. Schlop schlop schlop—the relentless piston pumped, driving the thick toy into her again and again, each thrust stretching her tiny bottom beyond its limit. The mirrors caught everything: the way her tiny body jerked with every intrusion, the way her hole clung to the shaft as it withdrew, glistening with lube and her own mess. Schlop. Schlop. A tear rolled down her cheek as the machine fucked her in that same brutal rhythm, the wand buzzing in cruel tandem—her clit throbbed under the stimulation, her hips twitching uncontrollably.

Fuck. Even with intense burning she could feel the pressure building—deep, unavoidable, a coil tightening low in her belly, despite the tears streaking her cheeks. Her clit pulsed under the wand's relentless buzz, the vibrations syncing with each mechanical thrust into her bum, turning agony into something jagged and electric. Katy whimpered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body betrayed her—her thighs trembled, slickness dripping down her inner thighs, her nipples stiff and aching.

The orgasm hit her like a slap—sharp, brutal, undeniable. Katy's entire body seized, her back arching off the steel bench as her abused little hole clenched around the machine's relentless thrusts. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but her thighs trembled with something beyond fear—something primal, electric. The wand buzzed harder against her clit, the vibrations syncing perfectly with the piston's cruel rhythm, and she *felt* it, the way her body surrendered, her cunt pulsing even as her arse burned.

"That's a new record," a voice purred from somewhere unseen—smooth, amused, dripping with dark approval. Katy gasped, her head whipping around, but the mirrors only reflected her own wrecked expression—flushed, tear-streaked, lips parted in a silent scream. The voice chuckled, low and intimate, as if whispering right into her ear. "Twelve minutes. You really are a filthy little slut, aren't you? Crying like a baby while your tight fuck hole begs for more."

A sharp click echoed through the room. Suddenly, the wand strapped to her clit pulsed harder—not just buzzing now, but deep deep vibration, pulsing through her guts. Katy cried out, her hips jerking against the restraints as fresh slickness dripped down her thighs. The dildo in her arse didn’t stop—it never stopped—but now it twisted slightly on the next thrust, the ridges along its shaft dragging against her abused rim. Her scream fractured into a sob.

The pace of the piston slowlt started to increase, the thrusts became deeper and more punishing—each mechanical stroke forcing Katy's body to jerk forward, her small breasts swaying with the motion. The mirrors showed everything: the way her blonde hair clung to her sweat-slicked skin, how her lips trembled around each gasp, the obscene stretch of her pink rim around the toy each time it withdrew.

Then—the machine stopped. Just like that. Katy gasped, her body trembling as the dildo remained buried inside her, vibrating faintly but no longer thrusting. The wand against her clit still pulsed, though, keeping her teetering on the edge, her muscles fluttering with exhaustion and unwelcome tension.

The footsteps echoed first—slow, deliberate. Katy’s breath froze, her head whipping toward the sound, but all she saw were reflections of reflections, distorting into infinity. Then, between two mirrors, a shadow moved. Tall. Broad-shouldered. The man stepped into view, finally letting her see him properly—and Katy’s stomach dropped. He was stark naked other than a white hockey mask covering his face, his body sculpted with muscle, veins tracing his forearms like ropes under skin. His cock stood thick and half-hard between his legs, even semi-soft it looked almost as big as the toy buried inside her.

"Shhh," he murmured, rough fingers stroking her damp cheek. The hand was cool against her flushed skin. "You’re doing so well." His other hand trailed down her spine, slow, possessive, stopping just above the base of the dildo still lodged in her bum. Katy whimpered, her body tensing. The man chuckled—dark, warm—and leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Bet you’re wondering what comes next."

His fingers curled around the toy’s base and twisted—just slightly. Katy gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily. The ridges dragged against her swollen rim, sending sparks of pain up her spine. The wand buzzed harder in response, the vibrations syncing with the cruel tease of his fingers. She could see it all in the mirrors—the way her thighs trembled, the slick shine between them, the obscene stretch of her hole around the thick shaft.

"Shhh," he murmured again, his voice rough with amusement. His free hand slid up her spine, tracing the knobs of her vertebrae like he was memorizing them. "You’re not done yet, little girl." His thumb pressed against the base of the dildo, nudging it deeper for a heartbeat before pulling back just enough to make her whimper. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Now, I’m going to fuck this pretty arsehole raw. But don’t worry—" A dark chuckle. "I’m not taking your toy away. Its going to ruin that prettt little cunt of yours while I'm in your back door. Won't that be fun."

Katy’s mind froze. The words slithered into her brain like oil—heavy, slick, impossible to shake. She twisted her head to the side, catching her own reflection in the mirrors—wide-eyed, lips parted, tear tracks glistening. The man’s fingers curled around the toy’s base again, twisting it slightly, and her body jerked. The wand pulsed against her clit in response, the vibrations syncing with the cruel tease of his grip.
He withdrew the dildi with a wet schlop, and Katy gasped at the sudden emptiness—her rim fluttered pathetically, stretched wide and slick. Before she could even process the relief, the man’s fingers replaced it, two thick digits sliding into her abused hole with no resistance. She whimpered, her hips jerking as he crooked his fingers, dragging against her inner walls. "Look at you," he murmured, nodding toward the mirrors. "Look at that, I bet you'll be able to take my whole fist in a couple of days."

Katy’s stomach lurched. Her reflection stared —chest heaving, thighs trembling, her tiny cunt dripping onto the steel bench.

The masked man chuckled—low, intimate—as he repositioned the dildo's tip between her swollen folds. The biggest thing she'd ever had in their was her hairbrush handle—but this? This was monstrous. Katy whimpered, her thighs trembling as the cold silicone nudged against her entrance, already slick with her own traitorous arousal. "Shhh," he murmured, dragging the thick head through her folds, coating it in her wetness. "Look at you—dripping for it like a good little whore." The mirrors caught her reflection—lips parted, tears streaking her cheeks, her tiny body arched in terrified anticipation.

Then—the click. The machine hummed to life. The dildo pressed forward—slowly, inexorably—the broad head stretching her virgin cunt wider than she thought possible. Katy screamed, her back arching off the bench as her body resisted, muscles fluttering wildly around the invading girth. But the machine didn’t stop. It pushed. And pushed. The hydraulic piston hissed, relentless, forcing inch after obscene inch into her tight, untried hole. Her cunt burned—stretched beyond its limits—her tiny body convulsing against the restraints as the toy bottomed out inside her, pressing against her cervix with a bruising pressure.

Lube and shit mixed with her slick, dripping down her trembling thighs in thick, glistening strands. The mirrors reflected it all—the obscene smear of fluids where her thighs met the steel bench, the way her stretched lips clung to the toy’s shaft, shiny with the mingled mess of her violation. The smell hit her next—musky, ripe, the unmistakable tang of her own humiliation thick in the air. Katy gagged, her stomach roiling as the piston withdrew slightly, only to drive back into her with a wet schlop*. Her cunt pulsed around the intrusion.

The machine steadily fucked her tiny teenage cunt, its hydraulic rhythm relentless—each thrust stretching her virgin walls further, the obscene *schlop schlop schlop* echoing in the mirrored chamber. Katy’s throat was raw from screaming, her body slick with sweat and tears, her blonde hair matted against her forehead. The wand strapped to her clit pulsed in sync with the piston’s brutal pace, forcing jolts of unwanted pleasure through her trembling limbs.

Then—the man’s hands were on her hips, his grip bruising as he straddle her back l. She felt the blunt, searing pressure of his cockhead nudging against her already-ruined arsehole. Katy sobbed, her muscles fluttering wildly around the dildo still buried deep in her cunt.

"Oooooh that's nice. I love a new hole," the masked man groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pushed forward—slow, deliberate—until the bulbous head of his cock popped past Katy's abused rim. She screamed, her tiny body jerking against the restraints, her thighs slick with sweat and humiliation. The mirrors caught it all—the way her face contorted in agony, the way her pink hole stretched obscenely around his girth, the way her virgin cunt pulsed around the still-thrusting dildo inside her.

The machine didn’t stop. It couldn’t. Its hydraulic rhythm synced perfectly with the man’s thrusts—deep, measured, relentless. *Schlop.* The dildo withdrew from her cunt just as he buried himself fully in her arse. *Schlop.* The machine drove back into her pussy as he pulled out. Over and over—a grotesque, rhythmic violation, each thrust dragging a fresh sob from Katy’s throat. Her body rocked between them, her small breasts swaying with the motion, her clit buzzing wildly under the wand’s relentless stimulation. The mirrors reflected her wrecked expression—tears streaking her cheeks, lips swollen from biting back screams, her blonde hair tangled in sweat-slicked strands.

There was just pain and humiliation now—no thoughts, no protests, just the relentless *schlop schlop* of flesh and silicone plunging into her ruined holes in perfect, grotesque harmony. Katy’s body arched and twisted between them, her breath hitching with every brutal thrust, her tiny frame jolting like a broken marionette. The masked man’s cock pistoned into her arse with slow, deliberate force, each withdrawal timed precisely with the machine’s hydraulic hiss as it drove the dildo back into her weeping cunt. The mirrors showed it all—her pink lips stretched obscenely around the toy, her fluttering rim clinging to the man’s shaft as he pulled back, the slick mess of fluids smeared across her thighs.

"I hope this is as good for you, as it is for me," the masked man growled, his voice dripping with dark amusement as his hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt in Katy's trembling body. The words slithered into her ear, sticky and mocking, as the machine beneath her whirred in response—another brutal thrust of the dildo punching up into her violated cunt just as his cock dragged out of her ruined arse. The mirrors reflected her crumpled expression—mouth slack, tears pooling at her chin, eyes rolling back as the wand strapped to her clit buzzed mercilessly against her oversensitive flesh.

Then—something shifted. The machine's rhythm stuttered, the hydraulic piston letting out a high-pitched whine before slamming into her harder, faster. Katy's scream fractured into a wet sob as the dildo pistoned into her at a punishing pace, the ridges along its shaft scraping against her swollen inner walls. The masked man laughed—a low, hungry sound—and gripped her hips tighter, his own thrusts matching the machine's frenzied tempo.

"I can feel it," the masked man groaned, his voice thick with exertion as his hips pistoned into Katy’s ruined arsehole. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to bruise, leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake. "Feel the dildo fucking your cunt from the inside—pushing against me—oh fuck—" His cock twitched inside her, pulsing as his thrusts grew erratic. The machine sped up, its hydraulic rhythm whirring away. Katy’s body convulsed between them, her tiny frame stretched taut, her limbs trembling like a plucked violin string.

"Oh I'm gonna cum in your tight little arse—" The masked man's voice was a ragged growl as his cock twitched violently inside her. Katy felt it—the, pulsing heat, the way his fingers dug into her hips like claws, the wet slap of his thighs against her trembling skin. He learnt his whole weight on her bum, forcing her deeper onto the machine’s relentless thrusts. "Take it, you little whore—take my fucking seed—"

With a final, shuddering groan, he buried himself to the hilt—Katy felt the scalding rush of his release flooding her abused passage, his cock pulsing in time with the machine’s brutal pistoning beneath her. The mirrors showed everything: the way her tiny body convulsed between them, the obscene bulge in her lower belly where his thick shaft distended her, the thick ropes of cum leaking from her stretched rim as he finally—finally—pulled out with a wet schlop.

The masked man exhaled sharply, running a hand down her trembling spine before reaching down and pulling the dildo out of her ruined cunt with a slick, wet pop. Katy whimpered, her thighs twitching as the sudden emptiness made her feel strangely hollow. She could feel his cum leaking from her abused arsehole, warm and thick between her thighs. The mirrors reflected her wrecked expression—eyes glazed, lips bitten raw, her tiny body glistening with sweat and humiliation.

He walked over to a nearby tray, selecting something with deliberate care. Katy couldn’t see what it was—only the way his muscles flexed under his skin, the veins standing out along his forearms. Then he turned, and her breath hitched. In his hand was another dildo—thicker, longer, huge.

"Have you even seen a horse's cock, little girl?" The masked man murmured, his fingers tracing the obscene girth of the new toy—fourteen inches of glossy black silicone, flared at the end like a grotesque mushroom cap. Katy's breath hitched as he twisted it slowly in the light, letting the fluorescent glare slide along its veined surface. The flared head was wider than her fist—easily wider.

The hydraulic piston hissed as he detached the first dildo, its surface glistening with her slick and blood-streaked lube. He tossed it aside with a wet *thunk* against the steel tray, then leaned in, his masked face hovering inches from Katy's trembling lips. "This one," he whispered, tapping the flared head against her bruised entrance, "is going to make you wish you had a pony." The sheer weight of the toy made her stomach drop—fourteen inches of veined silicone, thicker than her forearm, the mushroom cap flaring obscenely at the tip just like a stallion's cock. Katy's breath came in panicked hitches as he lubed it with a viscous, silver gel that smelled faintly of menthol—cooling, numbing, betraying how deep it would go.

He laid it on her back first—to gage how deep inside her she could take it—and Katy whimpered at the sheer weight of it pressing against her spine, the flared head resting somewhereio near her ribs. The toy was monstrous, ridged and veined, the silicone warm from his grip as he positioned it with slow, deliberate precision. With a metallic click, the hydraulic arm detached from the first dildo, its piston retracting with a hiss before locking onto the new toy’s base. The sound made her flinch.

" The tricky bit is getting the head inside you—" The masked man mused, almost conversational, as he dragged the flared tip of the horse dildo through the mess of cum and lube leaking from Katy’s ruined hole. The cold silicone made her flinch, her thighs trembling violently. "Once that pops past your rim, the rest should slide right in. When it's inside you, it just sort of rearranges your guts." He chuckled, pressing the thickest part of the toy against her fluttering entrance—applying just enough pressure to make her whimper. "Relax, sweetheart. Or don’t. Either way, this is going inside you."

A sharp click echoed through the chamber—the hydraulic arm locking into place. Katy barely had time to gasp before the machine whirred to life, the piston driving forward with relentless force. The flared head pressed against her abused rim—stretching, stretching—her tiny body arching off the bench as her muscles strained to resist. The masked man watched, rapt, as her hole quivered around the invading girth, the skin turning white from the stretch. Then—pop. The head breached her with a wet schlop, her rim sucking greedily at the thickest part before the machine forced it deeper.

"Well down. I don't think you even tore." The masked man murmured, stroking Katy's trembling flank as the machine hissed behind her, pistoning the grotesque stallion cock deeper into her abused body. The mirrors reflected the obscene bulge traveling up her abdomen—the way her skin stretched taut over the invading girth.

The horse dildo attached to the fucking machine mercilessly stretched Katy's abused arsehole wider than she would have believed possible. Each inch that disappeared inside her made her guts shift unnaturally—she could *feel* it, the way her intestines were being shoved aside, the pressure building in her lower belly like she was being inflated from within. The mirrors showed everything: her stomach distending obscenely as the flared head traveled deeper, her rim stretched white-knuckle tight around the veined shaft, her thighs trembling violently as slickness and cum dribbled down them in thick strands.

The masked man stepped back, admiring his handiwork with a low whistle. "Well now that, that's set up," he murmured, tapping the machine's control panel, "I'll be back in a few hours." His chuckle sent ice down Katy's spine as he adjusted the settings—the hydraulic piston slowed slightly, settling into a steady, rhythmic pulse that kept the monstrous toy deep fucking her at a slower, almost meditative pace. "Try not to cum too much before I return," he added, smirking behind the mask. "Wouldn’t want you getting bored."