Margaret was in her last year in college. After she graduates in Sociology, she must return to her hometown and her family. She was going home after another class. The sun played on her shiny skin and long brown hair, the same color as her eyes. She again waited for the bus at the bus stop. She was dressed casually, usually in blue jeans and a T-shirt with some kind of strip with the inscription.

She was one of those girls who shouldn't have tried too hard to look attractive. Her sophisticated silhouette looked great in any clothes. Listening to music in her player, she did not pay attention to the man who stood aside and stared intently at her figure. He was a little over thirty, and was quite muscular. When Margaret turned her head in his direction, he looked away. That bus came up.

The following days were hard for Margaret. The college took away all its strength, and it was falling home from its feet when it came home. One night she had to finish one of her homework. “Damn, coffee is over,” she remarked. "I will die if I don’t drink some more," she thought, and decided to go to the nearest store.

It was dark, but the street lights gave a little light. Approaching the store she saw a male figure in the shadows. She did not attach much importance, went for coffee. Leaving the store, she had already met no one.

The next day started badly. After the last night, she barely got up and, looking at the alarm clock, she realized that she had overslept. “Damn, damn, damn!” She cried, dressing as fast as she could. In the evening, when she came home, she collapsed on the bed like a sack of potatoes and turned on the TV.

About an hour later, mindlessly watching endless series and talk shows, she heard a doorbell ring. “Strange,” she thought. As a rule, her friends warned that they would come. She slowly opened the door, and saw the same person as the day before. He smiled, but something was wrong, something disturbed her. “How can I help?” She asked. The man introduced himself.

“Hi, my name is Tom, we just moved to the apartment next to yours along with my wife, and I thought to get to know my neighbors.” Margaret relaxed. In the apartment next door, no one really lived the last 6 months. They must be new tenants. "Welcome! My name is Margaret, please come in. " She was always friendly and hospitable when she met new people.

As soon as Margaret turned away to close the door, Tom took out a cloth soaked in chloroform and pressed tightly to her face. She tried to scream, but the hoe tightly closed her mouth and stifled all attempts at screaming for help. In a panic, she quickly inhaled air and chloroform with him. After a few seconds, she was already limp in his hands.

When Margaret awoke her head weighed a ton. She felt pain and a strange numbness all over her body. She was in a small room. It was dark and empty. She lay naked on the surgical table, the oxygen mask was not on her face.

She heard the beeps of the equipment. After two or three seconds that seemed like an eternity to her, she opened her eyes. What she saw made her scream, But there was a red ball in her mouth, holding back a scream. Part of the arms and legs have been removed! Where her pelvis ended, there were only two large pruning. It was the same with the hands that were amputated almost to the elbow. She began to breathe heavily and her heart beat faster.

In any case, without limbs, she could not move independently, except to move what she had left, and this increased her panic. A shadow appeared in the doorway. It was Tom, who injected her with a needle right into her neck.

Tom was sitting next to her when she awoke a second time.He ran his finger around her chest and the sweet soft belly and the most beautiful navel he had ever seen. He had admired him many times before, last summer, when she wore shirts tied on her stomach, walking in a bikini along the beach, but now she was completely his.

“I had to put you to sleep again for your safety,” he said when he saw that she was waking up.

"Your pulse should not be too frequent after the operation." She turned to him, wanted to throw something at him, nail him for what he had done to her, but after the injection she was still weak. The hatred that filled her eyes was replaced by despair and they began to water. Sobbing in a gag, realizing the impending doom of his position. “I know it’s hard for you now, but I promise you will get used to it.” You will have to. "

"The sooner you put up with it, the better."

He spoke slowly. She looked at him with disbelief, continued sobbing and crying. Her moans were only a faint sound in the room, interrupted by the sounds of cardio equipment.

The next day, the oxygen mask was removed. Her feeding was rather difficult. Tom tried to be patient. But after the third spit in the face, he angrily cursed and began to look for another way. Finding nothing more appropriate, she began using a medical plastic tube for force-feeding. He did not even take out the gag, making a hole in its center.

"Please do not do this, I will listen, I swear ..." Margaret asked when, once again, he began to put the phone in not. The last few days of forced feeding were simply terrible and demeaning. Nor could she say a single word to her captor.

But the worst thing was that she lost her limbs. She could not even slide like a worm or a snake, just lying on this uncomfortable table in the middle of the room, watching Tom feed her and change her pouch for urine. She felt so humiliating and helpless that she would never return to her old life. She felt less of a person, or even an animal. She wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

It was night, but Margaret did not know. In her "room" there were no windows to find out, and the door was always closed. Looking at the ceiling, she lost herself in thought, trying to think how long she was here, and whether her friends or relatives turned to the police. Tom entered the room and approached her. She stared at him, afraid of what he could do. He already fed her twice today and she did not know what he needed from her.

He checked her seams and smiled. “They heal faster than I thought!” He said. He removed them and only scars remained in their place. They were big but not deep. After that, as usual, he wanted to feed her and took out the tube from his throat.

She started screaming for help as loud as she could. His throat burned from the pipe and his voice was hoarse. He went and got another gag out of the box, black, without holes and with a big black dick on the end. Margaret was so keen on screaming for help that she did not notice Tom. She was shocked and began to choke when the phallus took up her whole throat.

“If you relax and breathe normally, you will not feel discomfort,” he advised. She tried to calm down a bit. The moan she published was much quieter than the previous ones, with a ball in her mouth.

Then Tom did something he had never done before. He picked her up and carried her to the door. Her instinct told her to resist, but after a while she stopped. It was useless. He held her like a big baby in his arms.

Tom's house was not very big. It was a two-room apartment with a hall between the rooms. Margaret looked at her and thought that she was not so far from her apartment. Tom entered the bedroom, where the bed stood next to a small table with a laptop on it. Tom laid her on the bed and began to unbutton his pants. Margaret sobbed at the thought of what was about to happen, but began to choke and tried to stop.

“This is where you will be now.You will be my living pillow. “He sat on the edge of the bed and took her in his arms, holding her waist, she twisted her head back and forth to show her displeasure, but he was adamant. Margaret screamed when he penetrated her. He raised and lowered her waist to his dick faster and faster. Then he took a gag-phalos from her mouth and turned her head down. She couldn't help it. He put her mouth on his dick so deeply that she began to choke. She choked and nearly fainted from choking. He finished heavily in her mouth.

When he finished, he immediately returned the gag to its place. She felt the taste of his sperm in her mouth, and now the gag will not allow her to swallow it. He put it on the top of the bed and said, “This is the last time I’m talking to you. You are my pillow it looks pretty stupid - to talk with objects. I just want you to understand that this will now be your life, so come to terms with it. "

Margaret looked somewhere up, but his words sounded in her head like a sentence. It was all over. He turned off the light, lay down and immediately fell asleep, squeezing his new pillow in his hands. All that could be heard in the room was a low moo.