NFS:MW The enslavement of Mia Townsend

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Mia collapsed onto the rug of her apartment as soon as she managed to close the door. It was three in the morning on Sunday, and she had just finished swallowing the cum of every single blacklist racer at the Baron’s mansion. They had left the dildo inside her on full blast for the entire ordeal while another vibrator was used to rape her ass. The previous night Toru had left the engine on a slightly higher gear, which meant that Mia’s cunt was now numb from the thousands of thrusts that the machine had pummeled into her. Razor replaced the dildo with a slightly different one now, one that was thicker and seemed to cling to Mia’s inside walls.
“An early Christmas present, if you will”
In her agony Mia could no longer close her legs together without feeling the painful presence of the dildo, which did not seem to slide around at all, sticking to her vagina like a sponge. To tired to make it into her bedroom, Mia closed her eyes and slept for five hours until her alarm clock awoke her. She took a quick shower, examined her pussy lips and applied some lotion to what parts of it that weren’t blocked by the dildo. Then she dressed in her precinct uniform, donned a sweater, and headed to the station.
They were having a meeting that day, Cross and some of the officers drawing up plans for the next year. The meeting was at eight thirty, and Mia realized just two minutes before it started that she had to relieve herself. Walking briskly to the restroom, Mia removed her pants and sat down on the toilet. She closed her eyes and allowed her bladder to relax, the warm fuzzy sensation flushing out from her.
Her eyes snapped open, and Mia almost fell off of the toilet from the surprise. The dildo inside her had just started vibrating violently, seemingly without reason. Mia gasped and placed her hands against the walls of the cubicle to support herself.
Shit shit shit the meeting is starting right now, thought Mia as she struggled to her feet, nearly falling again as she bent down to pull up her pants. The dildo made virtually no noise, and once her pants were on no one could tell that the young cop had a vibrator inside of her, that is if they didn’t’ notice that she winced slightly every time she took a step.
Making her way into the meeting room, Mia mumbled an apology for being late, and took a seat. She looked down at her file and clenched her teeth tight as the dildo worked up a fire in her cunt. She could feel her juices start to flow, and despite that fact that the room was pretty chilly Mia started to perspire. She gripped the edge of her seat as she felt the pleasure buildup to her core increase. Six minutes into the meeting Mia orgasmed, and unable to control herself she moaned slightly.
“And what’s your problem with my proposals for next year, Lieutenant Townshend?” Cross snapped, having evidently taken Mia’s moan as derogatory to his spiel.
“N..nothing…” Mia stammered. Cross glared at her for a second, then turned back to his presentation, evidently convinced that the sweat drops accumulating on the girl’s forehead was due to her being sufficiently intimidated.
Luckily for Mia, nobody paid her much attention. A few minutes later she orgasmed again; hiding it in the form of a cough into her sleeve. She could feel her vaginal juices making their way through her panties and into her pants. Mia was glad that she had her sweater on, because by the third time she had to “cough”, she was guaranteed that there were sweat stains in her uniform. Normally had she been prepared for this like in the interrogation of the racers Mia would have been able to stave off the orgasms for longer, but having been utterly surprised her cunt just wouldn’t listen to her, and by the time the meeting was over, Mia had orgasmed a total of six times, and the vibrations still haven’t stopped. She pretended to be writing on her notepad, waiting for everyone else to leave so that she could sneak into the bathroom to clean the stain on her pants up.
“What the hell is the matter with you? Every Monday you come in looking like you trashed yourself the night before, you don’t pay attention when I’m trying to get those racers to fess up about that rogue still running out there, and your behind on all your work. You’ve been like this for almost a year, and if you don’t shape up you’re gonna have to find yourself some other precinct” came the voice of Cross, pulling Mia out of her orgasmic reverie.
“J..just feeling a little off lately, sir. I… I’m sorry” Mia fought to control her voice as she felt another orgasm overtaking her.
“Stop stammering and address me standing up, Lieutenant” Cross barked, and Mia struggled to her feet to salute him, stumbling as the orgasm rocked through her. Cross continued to yell at her for another five minutes for slacking off; despite Mia’s best efforts she had been falling behind on her work, largely due to the suffering she went through each weekend. As Cross chewed her out Mia prayed that he wouldn’t look down and notice her pants. Luckily, Cross turned and left the room without a backward glance, leaving just as Mia shuddered with another orgasm.
Mia staggered towards the bathroom, taking the long way to avoid coworkers, which gave her enough time to orgasm yet another time before she reached the door. Once inside, Mia wobbled to a cubicle, opening the door just as another orgasm finally caused her to lose her footing. She collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. The dildo shut off finally, and Mia removed her pants, soaked clean through all along the inner thighs and pelvis area, and took off her panties, so drenched from her juices and sweat that she had to wring it out at the sink. It took her forever to dry her pants, and after ten minutes of constantly peeping out the door to make sure no female coworker was head her way, Mia finally finished using the hand dryer to blow dry her panties and pants. Sighing in exhaustion, Mia took her cloths into a cubicle, hung up her panties, and sat down on the toilet to take a leek.
With another start the dildo started vibrating again, and Mia inhaled sharply, then sighed and moaned in despair. She finished relieving her bladder, remained sitting on it, hands braced against the walls as the new waves of orgasms took her be another two hours before Mia left the bathroom to return to her desk, looking hung over and exhausted from something; her coworkers couldn’t guess.
It turned out that the racers, with the help of the doctor, had devised an inner mechanism that would activate the dildo when it sense the vibrations of Mia’s bladder emptying, and would only shut off after it detected ten orgasms from Mia. Sometimes the sensors were faulty and didn’t pick up all of her orgasms and Mia would have to cum up to 15 times before the thing shut off. Because of this, Mia tried to only ever pee at home, and then lay down on her bed, proceeding to finger herself to quicken the pace that the orgasms came in. The dildo was cleverly designed to retained most of Mia’s juices, storing it in internal compartments, and now was Mia not only required to have a gallon of breast milk ready for the racers every Saturday, but was to meet an equally demanding quota of a full cup of her love juices, which she empties from her dildo into a bottle to be stored in the fridge. Mia carried a bottle with her to work on the event that she desperately needed to relieve herself she would take the opportunity to funnel all of the access juices into it to add up to her quota. The racers gave her an additional on-only switch to the dildo especially for this purpose, and if on Friday night Mia found that she didn’t have a full cup of her juices she would have to sit on a chair given to her by the black listers that had its middle removed. Positioning herself above a funnel stuck in a bottle, Mia would take a deep breath, and thumb the switch of the dildo. She would then have to wait until the dildo picked up ten orgasms, as the remote wouldn’t allow her to shut it off. Then if it still wasn’t enough she would have to restart the whole process. During the whole ordeal Mia would have to continually drink fluids to allow her body to produce vaginal juices. After a few weeks Mia learned to collect juices at least once everyday in addition to the times she had to go to the bathroom. She would thumb the switch to the dildo as she was milking herself at the same time, and extract liquids from all three openings.