Cum Station Cindy Ch. 02

John was my owners name. Not all days were as bad as that first one had been. In fact after a while it became somewhat routine.

He would wake in the morning about 6 and stagger out into the loungeroom where he kept me against the wall. Before breakfast he would wake me and spend about ten minutes sitting on a stool sucking my breasts. Then he would make his way into the toilet where he would pee and pass solids into Lucy, who had been his cum station before me. She had stopped screaming about it after a few weeks.

Then he would stand before me and fuck my mouth for a few minutes before cumming in my mouth. The rougher it was the more he enjoyed it. I had learnt that he came faster if he thought I was suffering so would always cry and moan as he thrust into my throat and wince when he came.

In truth I had become accepting of my fate fairly quickly and knew that I would do whatever it took to avoid Lucy's fate.

After he came he would then dress and leave for work. He came home about 5 and would then urgently fuck my face before dinner.

Neither Lucy or I required food. The synthetic blood that flowed in our veins also worked as our energy source.

After dinner he would fuck my face as he watched television. These sessions were the hardest of the day as they lasted hours. I quickly learned to spend my daylight hours limbering up my jaw in preperation. He would usually cum for the last time around 10 and then spend more time sucking my tits. Then bed around 11 and the next day it would start all over again.

For a while he would have friends over and let these friends use me but these visits became rarer and rarer until they stopped entirely. He seemed to have no social life at all in the end.

He never spoke to me anymore. I was like furniture to him.

Lucy was my only companion. We would talk while he was at work. She had been in a cryogenic state like me. She had started off as what is called a street station.

She was attached to a pole in the street and worked all day and night. She had been so relieved when he had purchased her and taken her home but hated the way he used her amongst his friends. While it was better than the street work it was still humiliating and eventually she could stand it no more.

One night she had broken down and bitten his cock. He slapped her, came on her face and told her she would regret it.

The next day I arrived and she became his toilet.

She never wanted to talk about her new job.

"Never bite him," she said. "You don't want to be me!"

"Where have all the women gone," I said. "What happened to them?"

"From what I know the war all started because they discovered the secret to immortality. Once people could live forever there was no need to reproduce. No need for different sexes in fact. All the age old disputes between men and women flared up as they no longer needed each other. Eventually they could no longer tolerate each other and war followed. It was the men who won here but I heard once it was the women who won in other countries."

"You mean women are on top elsewhere?"

"Yes," she said. "Asia, I think. I believe most women here fled there as refugees and the men there came here. Men were without sexual partners so they woke us, those frozen in a cryogenic state, and removed our limbs to make us helpless."

It all made sense now but also filled me with hope. Maybe some day the women in Asia will free us. I guessed that is what Lucy hoped for too as she often spoke of revenge.

"I hope women in Asia are doing to men what they do to us here," said Lucy.

But as the years rolled by my hope of rescue faded.

One day John came home with two men. At first I thought he was going to share me around with these men.

"Well," I thought. "It will make a change at least."

It had been years since I had another mans cock in my mouth.

But instead they all stood in front of me.

"OK, said one of the men. "Tell us the problem,"

"Problem!" I thought. "Oh God he is going to replace me. He'll make me a toilet!"

"Well," said John. "I've started to miss her when I am out. She is to big for me to carry to work. I miss her when I am gone and can't focus on my work. I also find it hard to sleep. I want her tits with me to suck on but she is too big for my single bed. Can we make any adjustments?"

"Legs!" I thought. "They might give me legs so I can follow him to work without being carried."

"Well," said one of the men. "It sounds like you want different parts at different times."

The man gripped my breats then opened my mouth and looked inside. The other man lifted my head by the handle bars as if seeing how heavy I was.

"She is heavy," said the second man.

"What if seperated her?" said the first man.

"Seperate?" I thought. "What the hell?"

The man traced a line around my throat.

"We could seperate the head from the chest here and install a regulator inside her neck to regulate blood supply. With new synthetic blood we could remove the need for breathing which should also improve her sexual ability and endurance. We could harden her skull, important if you wanted to carry her around."

"Why is that?" John asked.

"Well if you dropped her she might be damaged. If we strengthen you could play soccer with her and she wouldn't even get a mark."

"Sounds great," said John. "What about the tits?"

"How about we install one on your bedhead and one on your office desk? That way you will have access most of the day."

"Perfect," said John. "When can you start?"

"Straight away," said one of them. "If we take her now we could have her back Tuesday. You do understand she would no longer be able to speak."

"That's fine," said John. "I have a rule against it anyway."

"No!" I screamed breaking the rule. "No, please. I have always done what you said. Please give me legs instead and I will go where you ask. Leave me as I am at least!"

"Better get on with it," said John.

"OK, laughed the men.

One of them took a syringe from his bag and injected something into my neck. I passed out.

When I woke I found I was on Johns bed. He was lying down and holding me by my handlebars.

"Open," he said. I opened my mouth and he lowered my head down onto his cock and began to fuck my face. I looked down and was horrified to see I had no chest. I was only a head!

I looked up and saw one of my breasts was attached to the bedhead and John was sucking hard on the nipple.

With my head light in his hands John was able to fuck my mouth even harder than before. As I had no need to breathe he was able to hold my head down deep for extended periods and explore the depths of my throat.

"Oh God," he said taking his mouth off my tit. "I thought you were good before."

He bounced my head up and down all day, with no rest between orgasms. His cum filled my mouth. When I swallowed I could feel it go down my throat and drain into a small cup attached to my throat.

Finally he was finished with me. He threw me across the room. I hit the wall and bounced a couple of times on the floor. As I fell asleep, exhausted, I heard him continue to suck on my breast.

I woke the next morning to find his cock in my mouth once again. I was sitting on the kitchen bench, the back of my head pressed against the wall while he fucked my mouth as he ate cereal.

"How come he still has to eat?" I wondered. "Perhaps it is a routine he is used to. He does love his routines."

I knew this position on the kitchen bench was to be part of the daily routine. He fucked my mouth with his normal aggression. After five minutes of this he finished his cereal, put the bowl in the sink and with me still on his cock went into the bathroom.

I had spoken to Lucy over the years but never seen her. She was lying down on the floor, her face toward the ceiling and her body clamped in place.

"Open," said John.

He took my head away and holding me so I was looking down at Lucy. She opened her mouth. I closed my eyes so I didn't have to see what happened next.

When he was finished he bounced my mouth on his cock for a few minutes before cumming in my mouth. He then removed the cup from my throat, emptied the sperm into Lucy and carried me into the lounge.

He put me into a sports bag and closed it. I was in the dark, sitting between his lunch and some papers.

I heard him dress for work. He then carried me outside for the first time in years. I couldn't see anything but enjoyed the sound of traffic and bird life.

We went in a levitating train. He took me out of the bag at this point. I looked around. Men were sitting in rows of seats as the train sped over city streets. At the entrances women were installed as cum stations and as it was peak hour each one was in use.

John unzipped his fly and inserted his cock into my mouth.

"That is fantastic," a man sitting beside him said. "Never seen that before. Cost much to get that done?"

"Not really," said John "and they let me keep the tits."

"Brilliant," said the man.

"Bad news in the war," said John keeping up fis face fucking.

"Shhh," said the man. "She'll hear."

"Doesn't matter," said John. "She can't speak since they took her chest away. They say we lost Hawaii! I'm starting to think it's time to head south in case any of those rebel bitches turn up here."

"Me too," admitted the man. "They say what they do to men they capture isn't worth repeating."

John erupted in my mouth and I quickly swallowed it into my cup. He passed me over to the man beside him.

"Have a go," he said. "But be quick I get off in a couple of stops."

The man took out his cock and rapidly shoved it in and out of my mouth.

"Oh, she is good," he said. His cock was larger than Johns and he pushed it all way down my throat until it almost reached the cup. He then just left me there.

"I came once before," said the man. "So I might just leave it in her throat if that is OK."

"Up to you," John said.

After five minutes with the strangers pubes in my nose John took me back and got out of the train. We walked out of the station and down the street John carrying me by the handles.

The city was enormous. Buildings 500 stories high seemed the norm and it was packed with men hurrying to work. The only women I saw were cum stations attached to poles along the sidewalk.

We entered one of the tallest buildings in town but Johns office was actually only on the third floor. He took me into his office and I saw my other breast was on the desk beside his computer monitor. He placed me in a bracket under his desk and in front of his chair.

He sat down, pulled out his cock and moved my head so his cock was buried deep in my mouth. He didn't fuck me, just left it there as he started to work.

After an hour or so he grew hard. He pushed a button and the bracket I was in began to swing back and forth, make my lips go up and down on his shaft.

"Ooh," he moaned. "Lick it,"

Remembering Lucy I started to lick all around his cock. In no time at all he came in my mouth. As his cock softened he pressed the button again and the bracket stopped moving but he left it in my mouth.

Two hours past before he grew hard and pushed the button again but as my head started to move something unexpected happened. A shot rang out and he fell back in his chair and then onto the floor.

I heard a womans voice and suddenly saw two women run into the office carrying guns. John was dead on the flior. One of the women spotted me and ran over.

"Dear God, she is just a head!" one said. "Don't worry we will get you out of here."

They took me out of the bracket.

"Can you speak?" one asked.

I mouthed the word no.

"Don't worry," one said. "We have people in Singapore who can build you a new body."

They both kicked John in the balls for good measure and ran from the room. We went downstairs but only as far as the foyer.

The women screamed as they saw a group of women on their knees by the entrance surrounded by male soldiers.

"They've been captured!" one said. "Quick we have to get out of here!"

But they were spotted. Two shots rang out and the women fell. I dropped from their grasp and rolled across the floor to the feet of a male soldier.

I was taken away and injected once more in the throat and passed out.

When I woke I found myself in the same stadium I had first woken in all those years ago. I could feel the handle bars in my head were gone. I was on a small table in the midst of the playing area. Two players from opposing clubs were beside me.

"Gentlemen," an announcer called. "Welcome to the 223rd staging of the modern soccer world cup! This year for the first time in history the trophy will also be the ball!"

Cheers went up from the crowd as the opposing players lifted me into the air. I was then placed on the centre of the pitch and the playing area cleared of everything but the two teams and play began.

As the first player kicked my head I flew high into the air and could hear the crowd cheer wildly. I landed and realised as I was kicked forward toward the goals that as bad as the next ninety minutes would be it was nothing compared to what awaited me as the team trophy!