Kathleen continued her semi-drunken fit of giggling as Ken tried to match her with his fearful screams. Kathleen was in college, too old to play with normal toys, the tiny boy knew her concept of toys were far more sensual. He watched in horror as his far bigger sister groped around until she finally found a brass key on her desk, which was a mess of clothes and college papers with the odd empty beer can here and there. She thrust the key into the bottom drawer of her desk, twisted it swiftly, and then pulled the desk drawer open. A variety of loose objects shifted and rumbled from within, as if there were some monster inside.
“P-please Kathleen, I’ll go to work with you, even in your boot,” Ken pleaded, desperate to be anywhere but in a drawer full of Kathleen’s sex toys.
“N..nope, lil’ brother, you-you’re going in,” Kathleen slurred out, still in a drunken, sleepy haze.
Ken didn’t have another chance to argue against his deadbeat sister. Her hand quickly released him and he fell, flailing, into the open drawer. Ken fell a foot before he reached the bottom of the gapping maw. His back was sore from the impact and as he sat up and looked around, he began to wish that the impact had knocked him out. The drawer was filled with an overpowering combination of odors. The sickeningly sweet stench that likely originated from Kathleen using her toys and the sour smell of sweat worked up during said use combined into a heavy, choking fog that drowned out the normally comforting scent of wood from the desk.
“Hehe, bye-*hic*-bye lil’ bro,” Kathleen said as she shoved the drawer closed, sending Ken rolling against the front of it.
A loud click echoed above him and Ken knew he was trapped, locked in a vault of his big sister’s sex toys. He heard the aforementioned toys shift and grind to a halt with the drawer shut, though in the limited light of he couldn’t really see any of them. He could perceive, from the heat radiating off of it, that a more recently used toy was resting just in front of him.
“Stay put….and when I get back we can play together,” Kathleen taunted as she walked away to get ready for her job.
Ken shuddered at the thought of “playing” with Kathleen considering he was currently surrounded by her “toys”. A few seconds later, he heard the door to Kathleen’s room slam shut and he knew that he had only a few hours to attempt his escape before Kathleen came back, likely horny and sober. He waited a few minutes to let his eyes adjust to the light, vague shapes began to become terrifyingly large implements of pleasure. Soon Ken saw the extent of Kathleen’s collection, and it horrified him.
The object that he had sensed just in front of him was a hot pink dildo, the size of a freight train. Ken nearly gagged as he saw that the dildo’s tip was coated in Kathleen’s dried fluids. This combined with the heat radiating of off it told Ken that his sister had probably used the toy as recently as the night before. The shrunken teen suddenly felt sick to his stomach and pressed himself against the wall. He knew that if Kathleen had closed the drawer any more forcefully, the dildo would have rolled over him and he would be struggling to get out from under it at this very moment. Of course, the dildo wasn’t the only terrifying structure that occupied that cave-like drawer he was locked in.
To his right, a pair of buttplugs, one dark purple, one bright red, both the size of an igloo compared to Ken. The rubber surface of one of them still glistened with drops of lube from the last time it had been used. Ken subtly inched away and ended up tripping over a cord onto an egg-shaped object. He quickly sprang to his feet as he realized it was another kind of sex toy. Everything in the drawer had been inside either Kathleen’s vagina or anus. There was a large vibrator wand, the kind that Ken had stocked at Walmart under the guise of a back massager. There were several coiled strings of what Ken assumed to be anal beads. At the very back of the drawer, there was about five different bottles of lube which advertised different scents and flavors, including cinnamon and strawberry. The drawer was packed full of these disgusting toys in a collection that Ken never expected to be so obscenely large. He breathed in short gasping breaths as he realized he should be thankful that he didn’t end up buried under the toys when the drawer was closed.
Once Ken had gotten over his initial mix of nausea, fear, and disgust, he realized he still needed to escape. As much as he hated to admit it, the only tools of escape he had were the very sex toys he was afraid of being used alongside. There was no way he was either willing or able to utilize any of the dildos. The largest of them was four times as wide as he was and likely twelve times as tall, compared to the smallest which was still seven inches long, even if it was only as wide as he was. He could likely use one of the buttplugs, preferably the one without lube on it, to try and climb to the key hole. He wasn’t sure if he could fit through it, but it was an old enough lock that he could pick it with his bare hands. Once that was done, he could use the egg vibrator as a rope of sorts to climb down, since the cord seemed to be three feet long.
Content with his plan, Ken scaled the hot pink buttplug, something which he, not even in his darkest nightmares, believed he would be doing. It had an odd ribbed structure, one which Ken did his best not to think about as he climbed to the top. At the very tip of the veritable mountain, Ken was eye level with the lock, able to see out into Kathleen’s messy bedroom past the lock’s mechanism. He began to reach into the lock to try and get it to open, unfortunately it was at this point that things went wrong. He had failed to realize that both buttplugs had been used in the last week and thus still had a bit of lube on them. He only realized this when he leaned forward and lost his footing. The tiny boy ended up falling backwards and landing in the drawer with a thump. He groaned as his back screamed in pain yet again, looking up he saw one of Kathleen’s dildos shifting precariously, having been balanced on top of another larger toy. Ken suddenly screamed out as the dildo rolled over and dropped like a lead weight on top of him. The shrunken boy now received his earlier wish of being knocked out as his world faded into black.
After hours had passed, Kathleen finally returned to work. She slammed her door with a groan, she was hot, sweaty, tired, and most importantly her loins were burning for a release. A wide smile overcame her as her eyes fell on the bottom desk drawer containing all the fun implements she would be pleasuring herself with. She reached behind her back and flicked the lock on her door, she didn’t want her annoying little sisters bugging her during her “me time”. Kathleen wasn’t as worried about her little brother bothering her though, she thought as she plucked the key from her bra cup, where it had safely rested the whole day. In fact, she continued to think as she unlocked the drawer, she was probably going to force him to join in on her fun, or suffer the consequences.
Ken’s eyes fluttered awake to see the thick pillar of rubber pressing down on his chest, it was weighed down by a pair of AA batteries inside. Light suddenly began to flood in, after an echoing click, he saw the blushing, smirking face of Kathy hanging over the drawer. He knew that she didn’t have any good intentions for him. This was confirmed as she spoke up.
“Well, lil bro, I promised you some playtime. Now it’s time to have some fun,” Kathleen said in a low, throaty voice. She had obviously sobered up since earlier that day, but her mind was still just as dirty now, if not more so.
As the smiling, spiteful goddess reached into her drawer of naughty devices, she pulled out her shrunken squirming brother and ______, intending to combine the two for her own perverse needs.
Choice 1: A string of anal beads (Kathleen ties Ken to the anal beads and slowly begins pulling them up her asshole. Ken is forced to try and free himself from his bonds or be sucked inside Kathleen with the beads.)
Choice 2: Her favorite vibrator (Kathleen uses some duct tape to strap Ken to her vibrator and then begins running it over her nipples and crotch, gradually growing more stimulated and removing more of her clothing.)
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