Barracks Sex Doll: Part 6, Final End

After Sergeant D had been fucked and then popped by the sex-fiend of a First Sergeant, Alexis John, she had been smashed and reformed into a dildo, her entire body wrapped around the valve shoved up her ass. The very thing that kept the flattened and inflated flexi-human as a living sex doll trapped her in the dildo shape and kept her from reforming.

Alexis, not knowing that she was an actual human flattened into her current state, had used Sergeant D often, sometimes more than once a day. She even took the flexi-human to her office and used her there between meetings and briefings with the soldiers under her command.

But then the First Sergeant restored Sergeant D to her former glory. Her former glory as a sexdoll, not an autonomous person. She peeled the flexi-human off the toy and filled her with an expanding rubber foam, the hole in her neck sealed with a flesh-toned latex tape. The filling managed to put extra pressure on the poor sergeant. Alexis even removed the valve toy from D’s ass, which would have allowed her to finally reform herself if it weren’t for the foam rubber inside of her.

The next few weeks became a blur for Sergeant D. When Alexis wasn’t using her, she was left propped up in the corner of the master bedroom, with a great view of all the sextoys adoring seemingly every inch of the room. D was also forced to watch Alexis make use of these toys over and over again. Despite being pretty sexually liberated herself, having run her own JustFollowers account, D wasn’t overly attracted to women, and watching her First Sergeant at play was not her idea of a good time.

But then one day something changed. Alexis approached her wearing a very fancy and very sexy black lace teddy and a masquerade mask made similarly of black lace. Without preamble, Alexis scooped up the inflated and stuffed woman and started to carry her out of the bedroom. In the process, D noticed that Alexis was wearing perfume. She smelled pleasant and sexy, but the scent wasn’t overpowering. It was clear that Alexis was preparing for something.

And when the woman carried D into the main area of the house, this was made all the more clear. The living and dining room was prepared for some kind of party, drinks and snacks were laid out on the dining table and kitchen counter and the rooms were immaculately clean. Alexis set D in a chair in the living room, where she couldn’t see much more than the room she was in.

After a tense ten or fifteen minutes, D heard voices. Soon after, several men and women walked into the room and into her field of view. They were all dressed similarly to Alexis herself, in lingerie and subtle masks over their eyes. Realization struck D at that moment: the First Sergeant was hosting a sex party! And by the look of it, D was meant to be a central part of it…

Almost immediately after that thought went through D’s head, she was proven right. Alexis and her guests paired up and started making out and fondling each other, starting lovingly, but quickly rising to the level of primal fury. D watched this all happen with terror in her eyes, dreading the moment when they turned her attention to her.

It didn’t take long for that to happen. Alexis sauntered over and moved her into the center of the room, where several of her guests had positioned a large coffee table. D was placed on her back, with her head sticking off the end of the table and her ass hanging halfway off the other end. The weight of the foam inside her caused her legs to sink down toward the floor awkwardly.

D nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt the strapless strap-on being inserted into her pussy, the large bulbed end stretching out her insides and holding the dildo in place. She watched as a man, now naked except for his mask, moved into place over her head so she was looking up at him from between his thighs.

She couldn’t see it happening, but she felt someone climbing up onto the table at her hips. D was able to determine that it was a woman when their smooth legs pressed into her thighs. The man above her grabbed her by the hair and raised her head up toward him, clearly intent on fucking her throat. At the same time, the woman at her hips lowered herself down, impaling herself on the dildo sticking out of D’s pussy. Just when she thought that was it, D felt something pressing into her ass. A second man had positioned himself between her legs and was forcing his cock into her ass.

Before the poor sergeant even fully realized what all that meant, the three people started viciously fucking her. A cock pressed down her throat and into her ass, while the sex toy was pressed up against her clit and deep into her pussy. Her nerves lit on fire in an instant, the barrage of sensations sending her into a painfully pleasurable tornado. Her vision became a blur, partially because her head was rocked up and down quickly, but also because the intense activity made it hard to focus.

Despite the discomfort, Sergeant D’s arousal grew and grew, only occasionally interrupted by an overly-enthusiastic thrust from one of her partners. She was only vaguely aware of the rest of the room, where several others milled around, including Alexis. It was clear that D was very much the center of attention.

Alexis stepped over D’s head and started making out with the man fucking her throat. D’s world was dropped into darkness, the panty-clad hips of the older woman blocking most of the light. The man took one hand out of D’s hair and ran it up and down Alexis’ body, causing her to moan and thrust her hips, rubbing her moist undergarments on D’s head.

While this was happening, D became aware of another body down near her hips, though what he or she was doing wasn’t clear. They were most likely similarly engaging with the other two party guests that were having their way with the flattened sergeant.

It wasn’t long before each of the men grunted through their own orgasms, dumping their loads deep into her. Not long after, the woman riding her silicone cock screamed her way through her own climax. A part of the sergeant’s mind was disappointed as they all climbed off of her, since she herself did not reach that peak of ecstasy. Though the rough handling coming to an end was certainly welcome.

In the short lull following the gang bang, and D was left aside, propped up in a reclining char for a moment, the man who fucked her throat came over to her and started kneading her chest.

“I know who you are,” he whispered, raising his mask up off his eyes for a moment to expose his face. “Sexy D, the flexi-human JustFollowers model.”

D was shocked that he used her JustFollowers name, but then realized that she recognized him. He was one of her most prolific followers, a man who went by the username Flexi-Breaker. He donated more to her than any of her other followers combined. She always found him creepy and stalker-ish, but loved the money that he provided, so she never called him out on it. She always kept him at a distance online, but still casually flirted and encouraged Flexi-Breaker to keep the donations flowing.

“We missed you,” he continued. “Your account just went dark all of a sudden. A bunch of us contacted JustFollowers and they reached out to you. When you didn’t respond, your account was banned for being inactive, but still collecting dues.”

D didn’t like what was happening. If this man meant to rescue her, he would have done so already. And the way he was casually talking like this betrayed that he didn’t intend to rescue her at all.

“Look at you now, living your dream.”

D couldn’t tell if he thought this actually was her dream or if he was being sarcastic, but the effect was the same. He was not going to save her…

Suddenly, there was a noise from nearby and her subscriber turned back to the party. D didn’t have much time to dwell on what just happened, as the party continued. Alexis and her guests paired off for further depraved sexual exploits and D often found herself a part of it. She was held upside down with her head smashed into the floor, her legs bent over painfully touching her sides while she was fucked roughly in both holes, later she was ended up laying on her back with a giant dildo stuck into her mouth, ridden by Alexis, and at some point someone’s fist found it’s way into her pussy, stretching it out more than anything ever had.

The night finally came to an end, leaving D abandoned in the corner as Alexis moved about, now dressed in a robe, cleaning up after the party. Most of the foam rubber that had filled the sergeant was spilling out onto the floor, her flattened surface ripped in several places. She stunk of sweat and sex, nearly every part of her surface slick with both.

D was barely aware of the party guests making their way out. She knew this was it for her. She was too ripped and damaged to ever have a chance at reforming back into a person. Hell, the prolonged time flattened and inflated might have already made that impossible. It didn’t even matter that the foam rubber was no longer holding her.

Alexis left her there for the night, turning the lights off over her, presumably taking a shower to wash off the night of sex and getting some much-needed rest. The lonely night only drove home the fact that D was stuck like this. None of her normal efforts made any progress toward putting her back together.

The next morning, Alexis, dressed casually now, like she was going to be staying home for the day, entered the room. She scooped D up and took her to the bathroom, depositing her hard into the tub. D was numb by now, not physically, she could still feel the older woman’s hands all over her, but her mind was blank. There wasn’t any hope anymore, and with it, no terror over what was going to happen next.

Though D was surprised when Alexis started cleaning her up. She had figured that it was the trash can for her. Alexis turned on the water, warming it up to not-quite-shower temperature. The First Sergeant gave the flattened woman a quick scrub to clean the previous night off her rubbery skin. She also removed the foam rubber, leaving D as a heap of cloth floating in the bits of water that hadn’t quite washed away yet.

She was left there for a while, until she was dry. Finally, at the end of that day, Alexis came back, finally giving D something to look at besides the empty bathroom. D’s confusion over being washed continued as Alexis gathered her up and packed her into a small cardboard box. D panicked a bit as the lid closed, trapping her in tight darkness. She heard the sound of tape and then nothing.

For what had to be the next several days, D experienced intense jostling, like her box was being thrown around, followed by excruciatingly long periods of inactivity. D’s mind swam, her consciousness struggling to figure out what was happening to her and why Alexis had not simply thrown her away. She was grateful for that, sure, but still very confused about it as well.

Finally, the box moved again, and the sound of tape ripping met her ears. The flaps of cardboard folded away over the top of her, flooding her tight prison with bright light. D was blinded for a moment, but when she was finally able to see, her blood ran cold.

Flexi-Breaker was staring down at her with a smile.

“Welcome,” he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. “I was able to convince the host of our party to sell you on the dark web. While she still doesn’t know what you are, I was able to convince her that you could pass off as a flexi-human, which sells for quite the high mark. I guess she figured that since you were just a blow-up doll that there would be no real harm in selling you.”

He paused for a moment to smile and start to pull D from the box. The satisfaction she felt from being free of her cramped compartment was spoiled by the fact that this creep now had his hands on her, literally and figuratively.

“But we both know differently, don’t we?” he continued. “Since I suggested the site to sell you on, it was easy to find you once she put you up for sale. I guess we can consider this back-pay for all the money that went into your JustFollowers account after you went dark and before it was banned.”

Now fully free of the box, D felt a wave of self-consciousness come over her. Given her nature as an online sex worker, she didn’t even think she could feel this kind of shame any more. But being in possession of this man was a completely different matter. It didn’t help that she had no say over the type of interaction that was to follow.

“But it looks like you’ve seen better days,” Flexi-Breaker looked over her torn-up body. “So let’s see if we can’t fix that…”

D was brought down into a basement workshop, complete with pegboards filled with tools, a workbench, and several large power tools laying around. Flexi-Breaker laid her out carefully on a folding table in the center of the room and started to match up her ripped parts, leaving her generally in the proper shape.

He stepped away for a moment, returning with a large tube of a powerful glue and a roll of what looked like latex tape. He went to work, glueing the tape along the inside of her flattened body, first on one side, then on the other of every rip and tear. After nearly an hour of such work, D was all patched up, her body feeling weird and foreign, the glue and tape causing an odd, numb feeling where it connected her body together. There was something wrong though, something out of place on her hip.

D found out what it was when Flexi-Breaker connected an air hose to her body and started inflating her again. He glued an air valve into her hip where she was split apart! Moments later, she was returned to her blow-up doll status, and facing her biggest and creepiest subscriber smiling at her…