Tatti Roana

Tatti has just finished getting ready for the gym. As she walks down the stairs, a man stands hidden in her living room, watching her through the crack of the door. Once she passes by and leaves the house, he checks to make sure she’s gone, then pulls off his face covering and begins searching the house for anything worth taking.

He soon finds a beautiful bracelet, slips it into his pocket, and continues looking. Suddenly he hears the back door again—Tatti is coming back! He dives behind the sofa, out of sight. Her gym session was cancelled, and now she’s returning.

Tatti walks in while talking on the phone. The man stays silent until she passes close enough—then he springs up from behind, clamps a hand over her mouth, and quickly ends the call.

Later, he has Tatti taped to a chair upstairs while he finishes ransacking the house. She wriggles and strains against the restraints, muffled sounds escaping from behind the tape gag. He returns empty-handed and annoyed—his haul is pitiful. But he won’t be leaving with nothing.

He steps close and starts groping her large boobs through her gym top, then slides a hand down the front of her leggings, feeling her pussy growing wetter and wetter under his touch.

He moves in closer, peels the tape gag off her mouth, and pushes his cock between her lips. He fucks her throat steadily as drool spills from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin. He drives deeper, hitting the back of her throat and fucking her tonsils until she gags.

After thoroughly face-fucking her, he untapes her from the chair and puts her into a tight frog tie. She rolls around on the floor. He lifts her up onto her knees and fucks her mouth again, making her gag and splutter around his shaft.

Finally he pushes her against the bed, straddles her face, and slides his cock all the way down her throat, fucking it with long, deep strokes.

Once her throat has been well and truly fucked, he lifts her onto the bed and begins fingering her pussy through her little panties. He soon replaces his fingers with his cock and starts fucking her properly, making her big boobs bounce wildly with each deep thrust.

Next he rolls her onto her side and slides in her from behind, grabbing her neck as he fucks deep into her. He fucks her through one orgasm after another until her eyes roll back in her head.

Then he lies down and pulls her on top of him in reverse, fucking her hard from below. The intense pleasure creates high pitched moans and squeals out of her.

Finally he places her on her back—still in the frog tie—slides his cock back inside her soaked pussy, and fucks her deeply. When he’s ready to finish, he pulls out, removes the fresh tape gag he reapplied, and unloads thick ropes of cum across her face. He steps back to admire the messy artwork, long strands of hot cum dripping from her face before he leaves.

Tatti has slipped into the kitchen where her step-dad keeps his wallet. She’s looking for his credit card so she can go on a spending spree. What she doesn’t realise is that he’s fitted a camera because he’s already suspicious she’s been stealing from him.

He watches her on the CCTV feed as she takes the card and quickly hides it. Moments later he calls her into the lounge and demands the card back. His voice is cold and firm. He tells her he will not tolerate thieving in his house and threatens to kick her out if she doesn’t start pulling her weight. Unless she begins doing chores properly, she’s gone. Tatti reluctantly agrees.

She makes a half-hearted effort to start cleaning, but within minutes she gets annoyed and stops. When her step-dad comes back in and sees that she hasn’t cleaned anything, he’s furious. Before she can argue, he clamps his hand over her mouth, hand-gagging her tightly.

Now Tatti is tied to the staircase railing with her hands bound above her head. White rope secures her ankles and knees together, and a large red ballgag fills her mouth, making her drool uncontrollably. This is her punishment—her step-dad has finally had enough.

He steps close, lifts her skirt, and exposes her huge boobs. His hands roam over them, squeezing and feeling every inch. After a moment he unties her from the railing, throws her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing, and carries her upstairs.

In the hallway he sets her down, drops his trousers, and reveals his cock. He removes the ballgag—replacing it immediately with his shaft and tells his stepdaughter to make his cock hard. He thrusts into her mouth, throat-fucking her. His stepdaughter gags and splutters as drool runs down her chin. Her eyes roll back while he grabs her head with both hands and fucks her skull.

When he’s satisfied, he stands her up and bends her over, taking her from behind right there in the hallway. His hips slam against her as he drives deep inside his stepdaughter.

Next he scoops her up again and throws her onto the bed. He lifts her bound legs high, exposing her completely, and begins fingering her pussy hard and fast. Her body jerks with every thrust of his hand. Soon he replaces his fingers with his cock, fucking her vigorously on the edge of the bed. Her feet kick and fly around as he pounds her, driving her through one orgasm after another while sliding every inch deep inside her.

He flips her onto her side so her ass hangs over the edge of the mattress. He delivers sharp spanks to her cheeks, then buries himself in her pussy again, fucking her deep. Each powerful stroke rocks her whole body forward.

Finally he reties her—wrists bound tightly to her ankles, leaving her spread wide open and ready for him. He pulls her close, lines himself up, and slides back into her dripping pussy. He fucks her hard in spread-eagle position until he can’t hold back any longer. He slides deep and fills her with a thick, deep creampie.

He stays inside her for a moment, watching his cum slowly leak from her used pussy. Then he pulls out and steps back, admiring the sight of his stepdaughter bound on the bed, thoroughly fucked, and filled with his cum.

Tatti has just finished getting ready for the gym. As she walks down the stairs, a man stands hidden in her living room, watching her through the crack of the door. Once she passes by and leaves the house, he checks to make sure she’s gone, then pulls off his face covering and begins searching the house for anything worth taking.

He soon finds a beautiful bracelet, slips it into his pocket, and continues looking. Suddenly he hears the back door again—Tatti is coming back! He dives behind the sofa, out of sight. Her gym session was cancelled, and now she’s returning.

Tatti walks in while talking on the phone. The man stays silent until she passes close enough—then he springs up from behind, clamps a hand over her mouth, and quickly ends the call.

Later, he has Tatti taped to a chair upstairs while he finishes ransacking the house. She wriggles and strains against the restraints, muffled sounds escaping from behind the tape gag. He returns empty-handed and annoyed—his haul is pitiful. But he won’t be leaving with nothing.

He steps close and starts groping her large boobs through her gym top, then slides a hand down the front of her leggings, feeling her pussy growing wetter and wetter under his touch.

He moves in closer, peels the tape gag off her mouth, and pushes his cock between her lips. He fucks her throat steadily as drool spills from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin. He drives deeper, hitting the back of her throat and fucking her tonsils until she gags.

After thoroughly face-fucking her, he untapes her from the chair and puts her into a tight frog tie. She rolls around on the floor. He lifts her up onto her knees and fucks her mouth again, making her gag and splutter around his shaft.

Finally he pushes her against the bed, straddles her face, and slides his cock all the way down her throat, fucking it with long, deep strokes.

Once her throat has been well and truly fucked, he lifts her onto the bed and begins fingering her pussy through her little panties. He soon replaces his fingers with his cock and starts fucking her properly, making her big boobs bounce wildly with each deep thrust.

Next he rolls her onto her side and slides in her from behind, grabbing her neck as he fucks deep into her. He fucks her through one orgasm after another until her eyes roll back in her head.

Then he lies down and pulls her on top of him in reverse, fucking her hard from below. The intense pleasure creates high-pitched moans and squeals out of her.

Finally he places her on her back—still in the frog tie—slides his cock back inside her soaked pussy, and fucks her deeply. When he’s ready to finish, he pulls out, removes the fresh tape gag he reapplied, and unloads thick ropes of cum across her face. He steps back to admire the messy artwork, long strands of hot cum dripping from her face before he leaves.

Tatti has just finished getting ready for the gym. As she walks down the stairs, a man stands hidden in her living room, watching her through the crack of the door. Once she passes by and leaves the house, he checks to make sure she’s gone, then pulls off his face covering and begins searching the house for anything worth taking. He soon finds a beautiful bracelet, slips it into his pocket, and continues looking. Suddenly he hears the back door again—Tatti is coming back! He dives behind the sofa, out of sight. Her gym session was cancelled, and now she’s returning. Tatti walks in while talking on the phone. The man stays silent until she passes close enough—then he springs up from behind, clamps a hand over her mouth, and quickly ends the call. Later, he has Tatti taped to a chair upstairs while he finishes ransacking the house. She wriggles and strains against the restraints, muffled sounds escaping from behind the tape gag. He returns empty-handed and annoyed—his haul is pitiful. But he won’t be leaving with nothing. He steps close and starts groping her large boobs through her gym top, then slides a hand down the front of her leggings, feeling her pussy growing wetter and wetter under his touch. He moves in closer, peels the tape gag off her mouth, and pushes his cock between her lips. He fucks her throat steadily as drool spills from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin. He drives deeper, hitting the back of her throat and fucking her tonsils until she gags. After thoroughly face-fucking her, he untapes her from the chair and puts her into a tight frog tie. She rolls around on the floor. He lifts her up onto her knees and fucks her mouth again, making her gag and splutter around his shaft. Finally he pushes her against the bed, straddles her face, and slides his cock all the way down her throat, fucking it with long, deep strokes. Once her throat has been well and truly fucked, he lifts her onto the bed and begins fingering her pussy through her little panties. He soon replaces his fingers with his cock and starts fucking her properly, making her big boobs bounce wildly with each deep thrust. Next he rolls her onto her side and slides in her from behind, grabbing her neck as he fucks deep into her. He fucks her through one orgasm after another until her eyes roll back in her head. Then he lies down and pulls her on top of him in reverse, fucking her hard from below. The intense pleasure creates high-pitched moans and squeals out of her. Finally he places her on her back—still in the frog tie—slides his cock back inside her soaked pussy, and fucks her deeply. When he’s ready to finish, he pulls out, removes the fresh tape gag he reapplied, and unloads thick ropes of cum across her face. He steps back to admire the messy artwork, long strands of hot cum dripping from her face before he leaves.

Tatti is working from home, preparing meticulously for a major court case. With the deadline looming, she needs complete focus. Unfortunately, the builder she hired to sort out a few jobs around the house is proving to be a serious distraction.

She lets him in and, in a firm tone, asks him to keep the noise to a minimum because she’s extremely busy. As he moves about, gathering his tools and materials, the constant clatter and banging become too much. Tatti snaps at him again, rudely telling him to be quiet.

Moments later, the builder approaches her from behind, his large hand clamps firmly over her mouth.

Soon Tatti finds herself tightly bound to a chair with several layers of duct tape. Her arms are secured behind her back, her legs taped to the chair legs, and a wide strip of tape covers her mouth, clearly showing the outline of her lips beneath it. She squirms and twists into the restraints, muffled moans escaping through the gag.

The builder steps closer. He pulls her big boobs free from her top and begins rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.

After a while he peels the tape gag away from her lips. Still breathing heavily, Tatti opens her mouth and takes his cock. She works him deep, deep-throating him with wet, sloppy sounds, gagging and spluttering as she takes him all the way down her throat. When he finally pulls out, his shaft glistens with her drool. He reapplies the piece of tape over her mouth.

Next he carries her to the kitchen table. Tatti is repositioned in a tight frog-tie: ankles bound to thighs, hands taped securely behind her back. Her hips rest right at the edge of the table, ass slightly hanging off. The builder stands between her spread thighs, cock in hand, and slowly slides inside her pussy. He begins thrusting—slowly at first, then harder and deeper. Tatti’s eyes roll back as powerful orgasms ripple through her body again and again while he drives into her.

Finally he opens her legs wide, hooks her soaked panties to one side, and settles between them. He fucks her deeply, rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb at the same time. His hands grip her waist tightly as the pace becomes relentless. Her boobs bounce wildly with every powerful thrust. At last he slides in deep and fills her completely—a thick, warm creampie that slowly begins to ooze out of lawyer Tatti’s well-fucked pussy as she catches her breath.

It was Monday morning, and Tatti sat at her desk in the quiet office when her boss walked in. He greeted her warmly, asking how she was doing. The conversation stayed light and polite at first. He smiled, complimenting her work, then gently touched her shoulder and arm as he told her she was his favorite employee.

Tatti felt unsure how to respond. Going shy she murmured a quiet “thank you,” her cheeks warming.

His tone shifted slightly. He leaned closer and said calmly, “If you want to keep your job, you’ll do what I say.”

Tatti thought of the bills piling up and the mouths she had to feed. She couldn’t afford to say no.

He placed a cleave gag on the desk in front of her and told her to put it on. She slowly lifted the cloth to her mouth. While she was still positioning it, he pushed a pair of panties between her lips, filling her mouth completely, then tied the cleave gag securely behind her head.

He lifted her up and bent her over her own desk. He started to spank her, he rolled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her red panties and peachy ass. The office door was closed—no one would know.

He reached up and ripped her top upward. Her massive boobs spilled free, heavy and swaying. He continued spanking her, then took her by the arm and led her out of her office and into his private room.

Inside, he bound her with white rope: a crotch rope ran between her legs, a harness crisscrossed her torso, and her knees were tied to the legs of his chair so she remained seated and secured. She was naked except for the stretched top that still clung uselessly beneath her huge breasts. She wriggled against the ropes, the chair creaking beneath her.

When he returned, he stood in front of her and began to touch her freely. He pulled her large boobs completely out, cupping them, squeezing, then delivering sharp slaps that made them jiggle and bounce. His hand slid to her throat, gripping lightly as his fingers found her pussy. He worked her hard and fast; wet, squelching sounds filled the room. Tatti’s eyes rolled back, her body shuddering as he drove her to the edge and over it.

Afterward, he untied her from the chair and stood her up. He moved behind her again, fingers plunging back inside her pussy. She cummed again and again, legs trembling, moans muffled behind the gag as he finger-fucked her senseless, orgasm after orgasm.

He puts her down to her knees. He slides into her mouth, pushing past her tongue and deep into her throat fucking it good. Tatti gags and splutters as he fucked her tonsils over and over.

He lifted her back to her feet and bent her forward. He slides in her from behind, thrusting hard while her heavy boobs bounced with every movement. Her eyes rolled again; she bit down hard on the gag. He pushed her down onto the bed, still behind her, driving into her pussy with long, deep strokes. At one point he grasped her bound hands and pulled her upper body upward, arching her back as he continued to pound into her.

Finally, he buried himself deep and cums, filling her pussy with thick spurts of cum. When he finished, he stepped back, adjusted his clothes, and said simply, “You’ve kept your job.”

He left her there on the bed, still bound and dripping, the door clicking shut behind him.

Tatti had landed an interview for a high-paying job she felt incredibly lucky to be considered for—and even luckier when she was accepted for the final round. She sat down, thanked her interviewer warmly, and expressed how grateful she was for the opportunity.

They went through the usual questions, but then he suggested trying something different “to see how people perform under pressure.” He stepped behind her and fastened a blindfold tightly over her eyes. Moments later, his hand clamped firmly over her mouth in a tight hand gag.

When the blindfold was finally removed, Tatti found herself in another part of the office. Her hands were bound above her head, her feet shackled to the floor, and a large black ballgag filled her mouth, creating uncontrollable streams of drool down her chin.

Her interviewer returned. He began rubbing her huge boobs, then popped open her top, exposing them fully. His hands roamed lower, sliding up her skirt. Drool dripped from her gagged mouth, soaking her top and glistening across her bare boobs.

After teasing her for a moment, he ripped her tights down, unzipped his trousers, and pressed himself behind her. He slid his cock into her from behind and began fucking her hard. With every powerful thrust, Tatti’s eyes rolled back and thick strands of drool whipped from her chin.

When he’d had his fill, he released her restraints and pulled out the ballgag, immediately replacing it with his cock. She sucked eagerly, taking him deep into her throat, gagging and spluttering as drool poured down her chin and neck.

He gripped her head tightly and fucked the back of her throat relentlessly. Then he pushed the ballgag back into her mouth, retrieved an office chair from a nearby room, and sat her down. Using tape, he secured her in a strict frog-tie position, binding her wrists to the armrests.

He tore open the crotch of her tights, exposing her juicy pussy. His fingers plunged inside, working her until she was soaking wet. Moments later, he drove his cock deep into her, fucking her hard against the wall while her breasts bounced wildly. His hands wrapped around her throat, squeezing as he pounded into her.

Finally, he bent her over the chair, taped her hands securely to the armrests, grabbed a fistful of her hair from behind, and fucked her pussy with long, deep strokes. Tatti cummed uncontrollably, her body shaking as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.

At last he thrust deep one final time and came inside her, filling her completely. Satisfied, he wheeled his new employee—still bound and gagged—back into his office, leaving her there for next time.

Tatti had been dominating the medicine industry, her company securing every major federal government contract and driving competitors into bankruptcy one after another. With close connections in high places, she had orchestrated a series of under-the-table deals to lock in those lucrative wins.

A rival company, suspicious of bribery, dispatched an investigator to uncover the truth. While Tatti was in her office, deep in a phone conversation sealing yet another deal, a masked man slipped silently behind her and clamped his hand firmly over her mouth.

He bound her securely to her office chair, determined to find the evidence he needed. As he rifled through stacks of paperwork and scrolled through files on her laptop, Tatti sat helplessly roped in place, her protests reduced to muffled moans by a large ballgag that stretched her jaws wide and caused saliva to trickle down her chin.

After thorough searching, he uncovered damning proof: records of suspicious bank transfers, incriminating photographs, and documents that could dismantle her entire operation. Tatti glared furiously, straining against her bonds and grunting in outrage as drool dripped steadily from around the gag.

To silence her escalating protests, he removed the ballgag and packed her mouth full with a thick cloth stuffing. Then, for added measure, he peeled off one of his worn socks and wrapped it would her head that sealed her lips completely.

With the evidence gathered and photographed, he prepared to deliver it to his employers. Before departing, he paused to indulge himself, groping her big boobs through her blouse and sliding his hand between her thighs to rub her pussy under her skirt. Tatti squirmed in humiliated fury, her muffled cries lost behind the foul-tasting gag.

Finally, he left her alone in the dimly lit office, tightly bound to the chair with no hope of quick escape. She writhed and tugged at the unyielding ropes, her body twisting in vain as she awaited discovery.

Tatti is home alone watching TV when she hears a creak. Unsure what the sound was, she gets up to investigate. She steps into the hallway, and suddenly a man grabs her from behind, pulling her back into the lounge.

He binds her tightly with white rope: first her ankles, then her knees, followed by her wrists and elbows. He pulls a cleave gag tightly across her face, filling her mouth and securing it firmly behind her head.

He stands back and watches her wriggle helplessly on the floor. Then he begins to caress her body, running his hands over her curves. Her cleave gag grows steadily more sodden as she tries to gag-talk through it, the fabric soaking up her saliva.

He delivers sharp spanks to her ass and briefly grips her throat while she rolls and squirms beneath his touch. After a few moments, he leaves the room to search the rest of the house and see what valuables he can find.

While he’s gone, Tatti seizes her chance. She hops awkwardly toward the front door, her large breasts bouncing wildly with each movement.

Before she can reach it, he storms back in carrying a chair. He slams it down onto the floor, grabs her firmly, and pushes her down onto the seat. He takes another length of white rope and ties her tightly to the chair, securing her torso, arms, and legs so she can barely move.

Once again he squeezes her big boobs and slides a hand down inside her panties, exploring her as she strains against the ropes.

Finally, he unties her from the chair and lowers her onto the cold floor. He rolls her onto her stomach and pulls her into a strict hogtie, connecting her bound wrists to her bound ankles with another tight piece of rope. The tension arches her body painfully, her back curving under the strain.

He lingers for a moment, enjoying the sight of her wriggling and drooling helplessly on the floor. Then he stands, walks to the door, and shuts it behind him as he leaves—leaving Tatti there, tightly bound, heavily drooling through her soaked gag, and waiting to be found in that sad state.

Tatti is home alone watching TV when she hears a creak. Unsure what the sound was, she gets up to investigate. She steps into the hallway, and suddenly a man grabs her from behind, pulling her back into the lounge.

He binds her tightly with white rope: first her ankles, then her knees, followed by her wrists and elbows. He pulls a cleave gag tightly across her face, filling her mouth and securing it firmly behind her head.

He stands back and watches her wriggle helplessly on the floor. Then he begins to caress her body, running his hands over her curves. Her cleave gag grows steadily more sodden as she tries to gag-talk through it, the fabric soaking up her saliva.

He delivers sharp spanks to her ass and briefly grips her throat while she rolls and squirms beneath his touch. After a few moments, he leaves the room to search the rest of the house and see what valuables he can find.

While he’s gone, Tatti seizes her chance. She hops awkwardly toward the front door, her large breasts bouncing wildly with each movement.

Before she can reach it, he storms back in carrying a chair. He slams it down onto the floor, grabs her firmly, and pushes her down onto the seat. He takes another length of white rope and ties her tightly to the chair, securing her torso, arms, and legs so she can barely move.

Once again he squeezes her big boobs and slides a hand down inside her panties, exploring her as she strains against the ropes.

Finally, he unties her from the chair and lowers her onto the cold floor. He rolls her onto her stomach and pulls her into a strict hogtie, connecting her bound wrists to her bound ankles with another tight piece of rope. The tension arches her body painfully, her back curving under the strain.

He lingers for a moment, enjoying the sight of her wriggling and drooling helplessly on the floor. Then he stands, walks to the door, and shuts it behind him as he leaves—leaving Tatti there, tightly bound, heavily drooling through her soaked gag, and waiting to be found in that sad state.

Tatti has been called in for a meeting with her head master, she’s nervous as she thinks it could be regarding her test results and she hopes it’s good news! When tatti speaks with him she realises he’s very happy with her! So happy in fact he has gotten her a gift, it’s a ring! Ecstatic Tatti takes the ring and tries it on over joyed with her recognition!

“Put it on,” he instructed.

Tatti slid the ring onto her left ring finger. The moment it settled into place, her eyes shut. A shudder ran through her body. She moved backward into the corner, the conversion has started. She starts twitching gently, then sinks flat onto the floor with her eyes shut tightly. She's converting - transforming completely into a fuck toy Finally, she goes perfectly still, her mind blissfully blank, empty, and utterly obedient.

Silence.

Then her eyes snapped open.

Milky-white pupils stared straight ahead — blank, glassy, serene. No trace of the bright, clever woman who’d walked in moments earlier. Only obedience remained.

She rose smoothly to her feet, posture perfect, hands clasped behind her back. Ready.

Master stepped closer. He grabbed her boobs then lifted the hem of her skirt.

“I was a student once,” she intoned in a flat, monotone. “Now I’m just a fucktoy.”

“Thank you, Master,” she added softly, the words dripping with rehearsed gratitude.

He cupped her cheek. She leaned into the touch like a doll. When he pressed a finger to her lips, she opened immediately and sucked — slow, mindless, suction — eyes never leaving his.

“Melt,” he said.

Instantly her knees folded. She dropped to the floor, tongue lolling out, a thin string of drool already glistening on her chin.

“Sleeve.”

She spun on her knees, bent forward at the waist, reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks apart through the thin cotton of her panties. The fabric stretched taut. Master hooked a finger under the waistband and slowly peeled them down, exposing her.

“Up. Blank.”

Tatti rose, turned to face him, and began chanting in that same empty voice:

“I am an empty hole for Master. I am an empty hole for Master. I am an empty hole for Master...”

He let the loop run for a long minute before lifting a hand. She fell silent mid-sentence.

“From now on,” he murmured, “your name is Student 7.”

“Yes, Master.”

“On your knees.”

She sank instantly.

“Command me. Fill me. I have nothing left, Master.”

He unzipped. His cock sprang free. She parted her lips without hesitation. He slid inside — deep, straight to the back of her throat. No gag. No flinch.

“My body is now your playground, Master,” she mumbled around him as he began to thrust.

He fucked her face steadily, hands in her hair, while she stared up with those blank white eyes — happy, empty, devoted.

Eventually he guided her to the chair.

“Display.”

She hooked her legs over the arms, skirt rucked up, pussy fully exposed.

“Blank.”

“I am an empty hole for Master,” she began repeating, voice soft and even. “I am an empty hole for Master...”

He worked at his desk for nearly an hour while Student 7 knelt between his legs under the table, mouth working him in slow, tireless worship. No impatience. No fatigue. Just blissful vacancy.

“Are you happy?” he asked at last.

“Yes, Master,” she answered without breaking rhythm. “Fuck the last pieces of me away.”

He lifted her onto the desk. She spread her thighs wide, heels on the edge, waiting.

He tried to press inside her — she was tight, untouched that evening. “Have you ever had a cock before, Student 7?”

“Never, Master,”.

He worked two fingers into her, pussy squelching with every thrust.

When he finally slid inside her she took every inch without resistance, body pliant, expression vacant. He fucked her hard across the desk — steady, possessive strokes. She made no sound until ordered.

“Melt.”

Her tongue lolled further. Eyes glassy. Completely gone.

He drove deeper, faster, until he couldn’t hold back. He fills her pussy up with cum, filling her completely. Thick pulses of cum overflowed, dripping onto the desk.

She lay still, legs splayed, leaking slowly, staring at nothing.

Master stroked her cheek once more.

“Good toy,” he whispered.

She knew her purpose.

And she was exactly where she wanted to be.

Tatti has been called in for a meeting with her head master, she’s nervous as she thinks it could be regarding her test results and she hopes it’s good news! When tatti speaks with him she realises he’s very happy with her! So happy in fact he has gotten her a gift, it’s a ring! Ecstatic Tatti takes the ring and tries it on over joyed with her recognition!

“Put it on,” he instructed.

Tatti slid the ring onto her left ring finger. The moment it settled into place, her eyes shut. A shudder ran through her body. She moved backward into the corner, the conversion has started. She starts twitching gently, then sinks flat onto the floor with her eyes shut tightly. She's converting - transforming completely into a fuck toy Finally, she goes perfectly still, her mind blissfully blank, empty, and utterly obedient.

Silence.

Then her eyes snapped open.

Milky-white pupils stared straight ahead — blank, glassy, serene. No trace of the bright, clever woman who’d walked in moments earlier. Only obedience remained.

She rose smoothly to her feet, posture perfect, hands clasped behind her back. Ready.

Master stepped closer. He grabbed her boobs then lifted the hem of her skirt.

“I was a student once,” she intoned in a flat, monotone. “Now I’m just a fucktoy.”

“Thank you, Master,” she added softly, the words dripping with rehearsed gratitude.

He cupped her cheek. She leaned into the touch like a doll. When he pressed a finger to her lips, she opened immediately and sucked — slow, mindless, suction — eyes never leaving his.

“Melt,” he said.

Instantly her knees folded. She dropped to the floor, tongue lolling out, a thin string of drool already glistening on her chin.

“Sleeve.”

She spun on her knees, bent forward at the waist, reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks apart through the thin cotton of her panties. The fabric stretched taut. Master hooked a finger under the waistband and slowly peeled them down, exposing her.

“Up. Blank.”

Tatti rose, turned to face him, and began chanting in that same empty voice:

“I am an empty hole for Master. I am an empty hole for Master. I am an empty hole for Master...”

He let the loop run for a long minute before lifting a hand. She fell silent mid-sentence.

“From now on,” he murmured, “your name is Student 7.”

“Yes, Master.”

“On your knees.”

She sank instantly.

“Command me. Fill me. I have nothing left, Master.”

He unzipped. His cock sprang free. She parted her lips without hesitation. He slid inside — deep, straight to the back of her throat. No gag. No flinch.

“My body is now your playground, Master,” she mumbled around him as he began to thrust.

He fucked her face steadily, hands in her hair, while she stared up with those blank white eyes — happy, empty, devoted.

Eventually he guided her to the chair.

“Display.”

She hooked her legs over the arms, skirt rucked up, pussy fully exposed.

“Blank.”

“I am an empty hole for Master,” she began repeating, voice soft and even. “I am an empty hole for Master...”

He worked at his desk for nearly an hour while Student 7 knelt between his legs under the table, mouth working him in slow, tireless worship. No impatience. No fatigue. Just blissful vacancy.

“Are you happy?” he asked at last.

“Yes, Master,” she answered without breaking rhythm. “Fuck the last pieces of me away.”

He lifted her onto the desk. She spread her thighs wide, heels on the edge, waiting.

He tried to press inside her — she was tight, untouched that evening. “Have you ever had a cock before, Student 7?”

“Never, Master,”.

He worked two fingers into her, pussy squelching with every thrust.

When he finally slid inside her she took every inch without resistance, body pliant, expression vacant. He fucked her hard across the desk — steady, possessive strokes. She made no sound until ordered.

“Melt.”

Her tongue lolled further. Eyes glassy. Completely gone.

He drove deeper, faster, until he couldn’t hold back. He fills her pussy up with cum, filling her completely. Thick pulses of cum overflowed, dripping onto the desk.

She lay still, legs splayed, leaking slowly, staring at nothing.

Master stroked her cheek once more.

“Good toy,” he whispered.

She knew her purpose.

And she was exactly where she wanted to be.

Tatti had witnessed a brutal crime and was scheduled to testify against a notorious gang in court the next day. The thought of facing them terrified her—these were dangerous people with a reputation for silencing witnesses. That evening, alone in her home, she paced nervously while on the phone with her closest friend, confessing her doubts about whether she should go through with it.

Unbeknownst to her, the gang had already tracked her down and dispatched one of their enforcers to handle the situation. As she spoke, absorbed in the conversation, a masked man crept up silently from behind and clamped his large hand tightly over her mouth, cutting off her words mid-sentence.

He quickly overpowered her, pressing her down onto the living room floor where he bound her wrists and ankles with thick layers of silver duct tape. Once her limbs were secured, he tore off another long strip and smoothed it firmly over her mouth, sealing it into a tight tape gag that compressed her lips and made them bulge visibly beneath the adhesive.

With Tatti now restrained and helpless on the carpet, he took his time indulging himself. He pulled open her gym outfit, exposing her big boobs and began caressing them slowly, his rough hands squeezing and teasing her pussy through her gym leggings.

Satisfied for the moment, he slipped off one of his shoes and pressed the worn, sweat-soaked interior directly against her face. The overpowering stench filled her nostrils, making her eyes water and her body convulse with dry heaves.

Leaving her momentarily to recover, he began prowling through the house, rummaging drawers and cabinets for valuables to steal.

Tatti, her heart pounding, scanned the room frantically and spotted her phone resting on a nearby side table—just within reach if she stretched. Bound as she was, she inched her body across the floor, extending her taped ankles until her feet nudged the device. With a careful kick, she knocked it down, then maneuvered closer and used her nose to swipe at the screen, trying to redial her friend.

The sudden noise alerted the intruder. He rushed back into the room, snatched the phone away just as the call began connecting, and ended it abruptly. He then wrapped fresh tape around her already-bound ankles, linking them tightly to her wrists behind her back and pulling the connection taut until she was arched in a strict tape hogtie. The bonds bit deeply, pulling her body to curve and flex under the strain.

Now completely immobilized on the floor, Tatti could only writhe futilely, her taped limbs straining against the unyielding restraints as muffled moans escaped through her bulging gag. The gang had succeeded—their witness was securely bound and silenced, ensuring she would miss her court appearance tomorrow.

Tatti is in her kitchen washing up, she is gagged and her wrists handcuffed, they then exit the kitchen. She gets into the boot of his car and he drives away.

As she heads up the stairs she stops to suck his throbbing cock.

Tatti now finds herself tape-tied and strapped to a bed, still with the bag over her head, completely naked. She wriggles around whilst her hands are taped tightly together. Mppphhhh Tatti moans.

The man spits on her pussy and begins fingering her, making her pussy squelch loudly. He removes the bag from her head, revealing a tape gag that clings tightly to her lips and outlines their shape. He licks her out thoroughly, then uses a vibrator to bring her to orgasm multiple times until her eyes roll back.

Afterward, he positions himself between her legs and slides his cock inside her, fucking her steadily at first, then deeper and faster. Her big boobs bounce wildly with each thrust as he drives into her bound body.

Next, he unties her legs just enough to flip her onto her stomach and pulls her up into doggy position. He fucks her from behind.

Finally, he cums deep inside her pussy and wipes his cock across her face, smearing it over her skin. She lies there panting and moaning. He puts the bag back over her head and murmurs that he is looking forward to round two. He leaves her bound on the bed, ready for next time.

Tatti is all ready for the office Christmas party! Her co-worker has stopped by to pick her up. She invites him inside to show off her beautifully decorated Christmas tree. She's looking incredibly sexy in a cute Santa hat and a tight red dress that hugs her curves perfectly, radiating holiday cheer. Her co-worker smiles and pulls out a special present from him and the team—a thank-you for her amazing first year at work. Thrilled, Tatti opens the small box and discovers a stunning, beautiful ring inside. Overjoyed, she slips it onto her finger, admiring how it sparkles on her hand. Moments later, the conversion starts. She grabs her head and starts twitching gently, then sinks flat onto the sofa with her eyes shut tightly. She's converting—transforming completely into an obedient doll. Finally, she goes perfectly still, her mind blissfully blank, empty, and utterly obedient. Her eyes open wide, now pure white as her thoughts fade away entirely. "I serve you, my master," she says in a flat, devoted tone. Commanded to her knees, she obeys instantly. He removes her panties, then orders her to clean his shoes—she scrubs them diligently as instructed, her movements precise and eager to please her master we that is all she knows. Next, she gives her master a thorough, soothing foot massage. Whatever her master desires, she obeys without hesitation and will never object. She stands in the middle of the room, her pure white eyes fixed intently on her master. "Get to your knees," he demands, and she drops down immediately. She frees her big, perfect boobs the second he asks her too and receives her generous gift—his cock. She sucks it eagerly, the beautiful ring gleaming on her finger as she jerks him off with devoted strokes. Her gaze locks into her master's soul she doesn’t blink while she takes his cock deep down her throat, pleasuring him fully. He straddles her and thrusts into her mouth as she lies there, accepting it all for her master with an emotionless, blank face—completely surrendered to his will. Now on the sofa, she lies ready and waiting for her next command. She lifts her legs high, presenting herself fully. "Master's voice is my truth," she repeats in her mantras, sticking her tongue out in anticipation, eager for whatever comes next. He slides his cock deep inside her, fucking her pussy with powerful strokes. Her tongue remains out, ahegao-style, as she stares blankly at her master, lost in total obedience while he claims her. He bends her over and takes her from behind in doggy style, fucking endlessly. Finally, she mounts him, as ordered - bouncing on his cock with rhythmic devotion—now fully transformed into the perfect obedient doll her previous life changed. In the end, obedient doll Tatti kneels on the floor, begging her master to cum for her. She instantly sticks her tongue out, ready and waiting. He releases a massive load straight down her throat. Without a flicker of reaction, she tilts her head back and receives every drop like the emotionless doll she has become. She stares blankly ahead and swallows it all. Desperate for her master's approval, she sticks her tongue out again, proudly showing it's gone—like a good, obedient doll should happy with her new lease of life.

Tatti is relaxing on her sofa when she steps out to the kitchen, where a man waits for her. He grabs her suddenly, throws her over his shoulder, and carries her back. With a swift motion, he tosses her down onto the sofa and yanks off her silk robe. He delivers a sharp slap to her ass and manhandles her roughly.

He seizes her by the neck, pulls a ballgag from his pocket, and pushes it firmly into her mouth.

Now Tatti lies face-down on the sofa as he secures her with a tight chest harness and binds her wrists behind her back. Once finished, he sits her up, slaps her face, and attaches nipple clamps, tightening them until she gasps. He pinches her nose shut, restricting her air for a moment.

Next, he binds her feet and knees together with white rope while his hand rubs her through her panties.

Fully restrained, he grabs her by the neck again and pinches her nose, handling her roughly. Tatti wriggles and moans on the sofa, drool escaping around the ballgag.

He pulls her up onto her knees and spanks her hard, then throws her back onto the sofa to continue the spanking, groping, and neck-grabbing.

Finally, he binds her feet together more securely and leaves her to struggle. After watching her squirm for a while, he returns, rolls her into a strict hogtie, and pulls the ropes tight, bringing her back into a deep arch. Tatti moans loudly as drool drips steadily from her gagged mouth onto the cushion below.

Completely bound, he pinches her nose once more and watches as she rolls helplessly in a growing pool of her own drool—until at last, exhausted, she stops wriggling.

Tatti is relaxing on her sofa when she steps out to the kitchen, where a man waits for her. He grabs her suddenly, throws her over his shoulder, and carries her back. With a swift motion, he tosses her down onto the sofa and yanks off her silk robe. He delivers a sharp slap to her ass and manhandles her roughly.

He seizes her by the neck, pulls a ballgag from his pocket, and pushes it firmly into her mouth.

Now Tatti lies face-down on the sofa as he secures her with a tight chest harness and binds her wrists behind her back. Once finished, he sits her up, slaps her face, and attaches nipple clamps, tightening them until she gasps. He pinches her nose shut, restricting her air for a moment.

Next, he binds her feet and knees together with white rope while his hand rubs her through her panties.

Fully restrained, he grabs her by the neck again and pinches her nose, handling her roughly. Tatti wriggles and moans on the sofa, drool escaping around the ballgag.

He pulls her up onto her knees and spanks her hard, then throws her back onto the sofa to continue the spanking, groping, and neck-grabbing.

Finally, he binds her feet together more securely and leaves her to struggle. After watching her squirm for a while, he returns, rolls her into a strict hogtie, and pulls the ropes tight, bringing her back into a deep arch. Tatti moans loudly as drool drips steadily from her gagged mouth onto the cushion below.

Completely bound, he pinches her nose once more and watches as she rolls helplessly in a growing pool of her own drool—until at last, exhausted, she stops wriggling.

Tatti arrives at one of her client’s homes to give him a sports massage. She gets to work, skillfully massaging out all the knots in his back. When she finishes, he steps away to fetch her payment. As he returns, he approaches from behind and surprises her with a firm handgag.

Tatti is now tape-tied on the bed. Her hands are bound to her feet, and a cleave gag fills her mouth, turning her words into muffled gag talk. Ratchet straps secure her body firmly to the bed. She wriggles and moans, completely restrained.

Her client approaches from behind and begins to feel her pussy. He then moves to her front, removes the cleave gag, and slides his hard cock into her mouth. He thrusts deep down her throat, fucking her mouth whilst she gags and drools uncontrollably.

Afterward, he plays with her pussy again, fingering her until she is soaking wet. He exposes her big boobs, adds more ratchet straps around her body, and puts his cock back in her mouth. He teases her clit with his hand while sliding his cock in and out.

He turns her over and slides his cock into her from behind. Her frog-tied legs remain locked in position as he fucks her pussy hard. Tatti’s eyes roll back as she takes his cock, her body held firmly against the bed.

He repositions her into doggy style, tapes her hands together, and re-secures her to the bed with the straps. He slides in her from behind again, fucking her deeply while spanking her ass.

He spreads her legs wide with ratchet straps, presses a vibrator against her pussy, and stimulates her clit until she reaches a powerful orgasm, again and again’ Her eyes roll, and she moans nonstop as waves of pleasure overwhelm her.

Finally, he replaces the vibrator with his cock, sliding deep into her tight pussy. He fucks her intensely one last time until he’s ready, then releases a hot load of cum deep inside his sports masseuse pussy. He watches it ooze down her leg as Tatti lies there, her pussy throbbing!

Officer Tatti pulled up outside the suspect’s house, received her final orders over the radio, adjusted her cap, and stepped out of the patrol car. She approached the front door with purpose, knocked firmly, and when the suspect opened it, she immediately took control—spinning him around, securing his wrists behind his back with cuffs, and reading him his rights while pressing him against the wall.

She guided him to sit on the bottom step of the stairs, then began a quick sweep of the house to ensure it was clear. While she was gone, the suspect spotted a small hair clip lying on a nearby table. Working quickly, he used it to pick the lock on his cuffs, slipped them off, and concealed himself.

When Officer Tatti returned and realised he was no longer on the stairs, then he came up behind her and clamped a hand tightly over her mouth.

Moments later, Officer Tatti found herself standing with her wrists bound high above her head, secured to the top of an open door frame with white rope. Her uniform trousers had been removed, leaving her in her underwear. Additional white rope bound her ankles tightly together and cinched her knees, holding her legs straight and close.

She twisted and pulled against the restraints, muffled moans escaping around the large ballgag strapped between her teeth. Thick strands of drool soon ran down her chin, heavy beads of saliva dripping steadily onto her chest and stomach.

The suspect stepped close and slowly unbuttoned her uniform shirt, exposing her large boobs. His hand slid down between her thighs, rubbing her clit firmly through the thin fabric of her panties. After a few minutes of teasing, he untied the rope holding her wrists to the door frame and lowered her to the floor.

He positioned her on her knees. Removing the ballgag, he replaced it immediately with his throbbing cock. Officer Tatti took him into her mouth, sliding her lips down the full length until he reached the back of her throat. She gagged and spluttered, eyes watering and rolling upward as he held her head and thrust steadily, fucking her throat with deep strokes.

When he finally pulled out, he reapplied the ballgag and then wrapped a tight layer of duct tape over it, sealing her mouth completely and causing her cheeks to bulge noticeably from the pressure.

He turned her onto her stomach, and started to fuck her from behind. He fucked her hard and steadily, her body rocking forward with each thrust. Drool whipped off her chin in long strands as he drove into her.

Later he lifted her to her feet while remaining inside her, holding her upright and fucking her standing in place. The relentless stimulation brought her to multiple powerful orgasms, her body trembling and shaking in his grip.

Finally, he reached his own limit and cummed deep inside her. Still breathing heavily, he carried her to the bedroom, laid her face-down on the bed, and bound her into a strict hogtie with white rope—wrists and ankles crossed and lashed together behind her back.

For good measure, he wrapped additional layers of duct tape around her already gagged mouth and then wound more tape to reinforce the hogtie, pulling her into an even tighter arch. Her cheeks bulged further under the thick silver bands.

Officer Tatti lay there in the tight double hogtie—drool steadily dripping from her taped mouth, pussy full of cum, thighs slick, body trembling with aftershocks, wrists and ankles pulled close together—wriggling against the unyielding ropes and tape.

Officer Tatti pulled up outside the suspect’s house, received her final orders over the radio, adjusted her cap, and stepped out of the patrol car. She approached the front door with purpose, knocked firmly, and when the suspect opened it, she immediately took control—spinning him around, securing his wrists behind his back with cuffs, and reading him his rights while pressing him against the wall.

She guided him to sit on the bottom step of the stairs, then began a quick sweep of the house to ensure it was clear. While she was gone, the suspect spotted a small hair clip lying on a nearby table. Working quickly, he used it to pick the lock on his cuffs, slipped them off, and concealed himself.

When Officer Tatti returned and realised he was no longer on the stairs, then he came up behind her and clamped a hand tightly over her mouth.

Moments later, Officer Tatti found herself standing with her wrists bound high above her head, secured to the top of an open door frame with white rope. Her uniform trousers had been removed, leaving her in her underwear. Additional white rope bound her ankles tightly together and cinched her knees, holding her legs straight and close.

She twisted and pulled against the restraints, muffled moans escaping around the large ballgag strapped between her teeth. Thick strands of drool soon ran down her chin, heavy beads of saliva dripping steadily onto her chest and stomach.

The suspect stepped close and slowly unbuttoned her uniform shirt, exposing her large boobs. His hand slid down between her thighs, rubbing her clit firmly through the thin fabric of her panties. After a few minutes of teasing, he untied the rope holding her wrists to the door frame and lowered her to the floor.

He positioned her on her knees. Removing the ballgag, he replaced it immediately with his throbbing cock. Officer Tatti took him into her mouth, sliding her lips down the full length until he reached the back of her throat. She gagged and spluttered, eyes watering and rolling upward as he held her head and thrust steadily, fucking her throat with deep strokes.

When he finally pulled out, he reapplied the ballgag and then wrapped a tight layer of duct tape over it, sealing her mouth completely and causing her cheeks to bulge noticeably from the pressure.

He turned her onto her stomach, and started to fuck her from behind. He fucked her hard and steadily, her body rocking forward with each thrust. Drool whipped off her chin in long strands as he drove into her.

Later he lifted her to her feet while remaining inside her, holding her upright and fucking her standing in place. The relentless stimulation brought her to multiple powerful orgasms, her body trembling and shaking in his grip.

Finally, he reached his own limit and cummed deep inside her. Still breathing heavily, he carried her to the bedroom, laid her face-down on the bed, and bound her into a strict hogtie with white rope—wrists and ankles crossed and lashed together behind her back.

For good measure, he wrapped additional layers of duct tape around her already gagged mouth and then wound more tape to reinforce the hogtie, pulling her into an even tighter arch. Her cheeks bulged further under the thick silver bands.

Officer Tatti lay there in the tight double hogtie—drool steadily dripping from her taped mouth, pussy full of cum, thighs slick, body trembling with aftershocks, wrists and ankles pulled close together—wriggling against the unyielding ropes and tape.