Insatiable Hunger: Chapter 02

I’m suddenly jolted awake by a sense of disorientation. I’m no longer in the white room, but instead, I find myself standing in a long, dimly lit hallway. The walls are made of cold, grey concrete. I look around, trying to get my bearings, but there’s nothing to see. No windows, no doors, just a seemingly endless stretch of hallway.

I start to run, my feet pounding against the cold floor. I’m not sure where I’m going, but I know I need to keep moving. The hallway stretches out before me, curving slightly to the left.

The hallway doesn’t seem to have an end. Every so often I come across a door, but the door is always locked, so I continue running. Finally I get to a door where I can hear the sounds of people having sex behind it. I try the door and it opens…

I wake with a start and realize I’m in bed. Or in a bed. Not my bed. I sit up suddenly. The room is dark except for a TV in the corner that is currently showing a group of people having sex. The light in the room begins to brighten and I’m able to take in my surroundings. The bottom half of each of the walls are painted a soft gray, with a solid mirror on the upper half, with no windows in sight. The bed I’m sitting on is soft and comfortable, but I’m not sure where I am or how I got here. The TV in the corner continues to show an orgy scene, the sounds muffled but still audible.

I’m sore and achy, but I don’t feel any pain. I try to remember what happened last night, but my memories are hazy. I vaguely recall being in a white room, cuffed to a chair.

As I continue look around the room, the bed is in the middle of the room and while soft and comfortable, it is bare – there are no sheets or blankets to cover up my nakedness. Something I am keenly aware of as I look at my reflection in the mirrors on each of the walls. In my reflection I see that I’m still wearing the metal collar from last night. I can feel the weight of it pulling at my skin. i reach up to touch it the first time. It is completely made of metal. I try to remove it, but it’s locked in place.

As I look around the room, I notice that the floor is wood and when I put my feet down it seems to be heated from underneath. It’s a strange sensation, but it feels nice against my bare feet. I take a tentative step forward and feel the warmth radiate up through my soles.

A small table and chairs is in the corner of the room next to a microwave on a kitchen counter with a sink. There is also a refrigerator. In the other corner I realize that the TV is not the only screen in the room. A computer, desk, and chair are in the corner. Wait. That’s my computer from my apartment in the corner! It’s turned on, and there’s a message waiting for me.

I race across the room to my computer, my eyes darting around the room for any signs of danger. But the only sound is the muffled moans from the TV in the corner.

I hesitantly sit down at the computer and click on the message. I feel a sudden jolt of electricity from the collar around my neck. I jerk back, my heart racing in fear.

After a few moments, the electric shock subsides, and I cautiously try again. This time, I manage to click the message without any further interference. The message reads:

Dear Toy,

I’m glad you found your computer. I thought you might like to use it to pass the time.

I hope you are enjoying your stay. You are now my property, and I will do with you as I please. You have been such a good girl so far, but remember, I have complete control over you. That little love jolt was just a reminder.

I will be away for a while, so enjoy your day. There is a list of rules on the counter by the sink. Help yourself to anything in the refrigerator and the cabinets. I’ve left you a special surprise for being such a good girl.

With Love, Master.

I check the internet connection with hope that I can send a message out. But sadly it is not connected. I sigh in disappointment, knowing that my chances of escaping or getting help are slim.

I take a deep breath and slowly approach the counter. The list of rules is short and simple: leave the TV alone, do not attempt to escape, and most importantly, do not harm yourself.

I open the fridge and there’s a variety of food and drinks. All of the things I had in my fridge at home are here. I close the fridge and look in the cabinets and find a variety of snack foods and small boxes of cereal. I also find a package with a single cannabis gummy. I suppose this is his special surprise. On the back of the package is a sticky note with a user name and password. I guess I’ll figure that out later. I put the gummy back in the cabinet. No need for that. I need my wits about me.

Attached to the room is another smaller room (no door) with a single toilet, sink, and a large shower stall with two shower heads. As I sit down to do my business, I notice the camera in the corner. Looking out in the main room I see two more. I can see that I will have absolutely no privacy while I’m here. There is no toilet paper, but there is a bidet. I skip the bidet and jump straight into the shower eager to wash off the previous day’s activities.

I close the clear shower door and press a button. A dryer starts up. Very convenient, especially since my host decided not to leave me any towels.

I start the shower. As the warm water cascades down my body, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. I close my eyes, letting the water massage my scalp, and take a deep breath. The air is filled with the scent of soap and shampoo, a familiar comfort in this unfamiliar place. I reach out to grab the soap dispenser, my fingers wrapping around the cool metal. I squeeze a small amount into my palm and begin to lather it on my skin. The suds feel luxurious, a small indulgence in this captivity.

As I wash, I notice the camera in the corner of the shower stall, its lens trained on me. I feel a shiver run down my spine, despite the warmth of the water.

After many minutes, I turn off the water. I feel refreshed and slightly less anxious. I instinctively reach for a towel and remember the dryer so I push the button. Warm air surrounds my body, drying me off.

I take a deep breath go back to the main room. The cool air sends a chill down my spine. I notice the collar around my neck, a symbol of my captivity.

I walk over to the cabinet, my eyes scanning the shelves for something to eat. I spot a single bowl and spoon, and my stomach growls in anticipation. I open the cabinet, ignoring the package with the cannabis gummy, and grab a box of cereal. The familiar logo on the box brings a sense of comfort, and I feel a small sense of relief wash over me.

I head to the fridge, the cool air enveloping me as I open the door. I grab the milk, feeling the chill of the carton in my hand. I close the fridge door and make my way to the table, the bowl and spoon clutched in my other hand.

I sit down at the table, the bowl of cereal in front of me, and pour the milk into it. I glance up at the screen, and my eyes widen as I take in the scene unfolding before me. A large, buxom girl is dressing in a leather outfit, her curves accentuated by the tight clothing. She looks like a dominatrix, and I feel a shiver run down my spine as I watch her.

As I take a bite of my cereal, the girl on the TV turns to a smaller girl, who is kneeling on the floor. The smaller girl is dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, complete with a plaid skirt and knee-high socks. She looks up at the dominatrix with a mixture of fear and anticipation in her eyes. The dominatrix leans down and whispers something in the smaller girl’s ear, causing her to blush and nod.

The dominatrix stands up and walks over to a large chest in the corner of the room. She opens it and pulls out a riding crop.

The dominatrix holds the riding crop in her hand, running her fingers over the braided leather as she gazes at the smaller girl. The camera zooms in on the crop, the sound of the dominatrix’s breathing the only noise in the room. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I watch, my eyes fixed on the screen. The dominatrix raises the crop, and I flinch, expecting her to strike the smaller girl. But instead, she simply runs the crop over the girl’s cheek, the leather creaking softly.

I take the last bites of my cereal, the milk soggy and sweet in my mouth. I get up to wash my bowl and place it on the drying rack. My eyes keep darting back to the scene on the TV. The dominatrix is now lightly tapping the riding crop against the smaller girl’s thighs, who is still kneeling on the floor. The girl’s eyes are closed, and she seems to be enjoying the sensation. I feel a strange mix of arousal and unease as I watch.

I turn away from the TV and take a deep breath. I remind myself that I am being held captive, and that I need to keep my wits about me. But the TV is hard to ignore since it’s being reflected on every mirrored wall. The dominatrix is now gently stroking the smaller girl’s hair. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I turn away from the screen. I need a distraction from the scene unfolding before me.

I walk over to the computer, my bare feet making barely a sound on the floor. I sit down in the chair, running my fingers over the keyboard. All of my games are here, installed and ready to play. I try to log into my favorite game, but the user name and password don’t work. Of course they don’t work, it’s an online game.

I stare at the computer screen, feeling a sense of frustration wash over me. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself. I glance back at the TV, where the dominatrix is now using the riding crop to gently spank the smaller girl’s thighs. The girl’s moans are muffled, and I can’t help but feel a pang of desire in my stomach. I quickly turn back to the computer, determined to find something to distract me.

I scroll through the list of installed games, but nothing catches my eye. I glance at the clock in the corner of the screen and realize that I have been sitting here for several minutes.

I glance down at the table, my eyes scanning the surface until I remember the sticky note attached to the gummy packaging, with the user name and password scribbled on it in hasty handwriting. I push my chair back and stand up, my bare feet making a soft slapping sound on the floor as I walk over to the table. I pick up the packaging, the sticky note still clinging to the side, and peel it off. The note is small, with the words “username: toy” and “password: obey” scrawled on it in red ink.

I sit back down in the chair, the packaging still clutched in my hand, and type in the username and password. The screen flickers to life, and I’m greeted by the familiar login screen of my favorite game. As I log in, the screen transitions to the game’s main menu. I feel a spark of excitement, mixed with a dash of disappointment. I have to create a new character, obviously he’s set up some private server.

I look at the gummy packaging on the desk and I think, “why not?” I peel the wrapper off, the sound of the plastic tearing a sudden intrusion into the quiet of the room. I pop the gummy into my mouth, the sweet and tangy flavor exploding on my tongue. I chew slowly, savoring the taste, as I scroll through the game’s menu. The dominatrix on the TV is now using a feather tickler to tease the smaller girl, who is writhing in pleasure.

I try to focus on the game, but my eyes keep drifting back to the TV, where the dominatrix is now gently caressing the smaller girl’s face. The girl’s eyes are closed, and her expression is one of pure bliss. I feel a pang of jealousy, wondering what it would be like to be in her place. I quickly push the thought aside, focusing on the game.

I’m taken aback by the normalcy of it all. For a brief moment, I forget about my situation and feel like I’m back in my own apartment, playing games on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

As I begin to navigate through the virtual world, it seems lonely, but the familiar sounds and graphics are a welcome distraction from my current situation. I move my character through the digital landscape, completing quests and fighting off monsters.