kidnapping scenario: the kidnapper secretly laces the victim's food with an aphrodisiac. like clockwork, every time the victim starts to masturbate, the kidnapper barges into the basement where they're being kept and starts to rape them. the victim fights back, of course, but the drugs in their system means that their pussy enjoys it even if they don't. every time, the kidnapper brings them right to the edge of cumming and then abruptly pulls out, fucks their throat, and cums on their face. how much denial can one rapeslave take before their mind breaks? how long until they start trying to surreptitiously rub their clit when their captor fucks them from behind, thinking they can game the system without consequence if they just do it fast enough? how long until they stop fighting back and start presenting their holes and begging instead of playing with a pussy that doesn't belong to them anymore?
Aww, the poor thing thinks they have a chance in this situation~ too bad that they're doomed from the very start <3
The poor toy is at least glad that they get food after being locked in the kidnapper's basement. They would probably be less glad if they knew what was really in it, but they can't really afford to be picky when every aspect of their life is under someone else's control. It doesn't take too long after that for the aphrodisiacs to kick in, and heat washes over the toy's body. They feel ashamed for masturbating after having just gotten kidnapped, but they can't help it - they just feel so...so warm, so needy...
Luckily, their new owner is here to help, and immediately interrupts to force himself into his victim's pussy. The toy, surprised and angry, of course tries to fight off their rapist, but to no avail. They're outmatched in nearly every category, and at least it doesn't hurt too much because they're wetter than they've ever been before. That just makes it so easy for them to approach the edge of climax, closer and closer and closer. They've never been raped before, much less raped to the point of cumming, but their body doesn't hate it. They hate it, yes, but they can't argue with just how well their pussy takes him in.
Unfortunately and fortunately for them, their rapist stops just before they tip over the edge. Still pinning them down, he easily maneuvers both bodies in order to reach their mouth, which he proceeds to use ruthlessly. Ignoring the toy's gag reflex, their choking, their coughing, he shoves his cock right down their throat and takes advantage of that tight, soft throat, the writhing of an unwilling tongue, the drooling of a mouth being filled past its limit. It doesn't take him too long to reach the edge of his own orgasm, and he uses the opportunity to pull out and paint the toy's face, jacking off to milk every drop of seed he can onto his slave's skin.
He commands his toy to leave his seed right there and not to touch themselves whatsoever. He has video surveillance in the basement, after all, so he'll know if they're disobeying him - and some of the tools the toy has seen him show off make them wary of disobedience. They follow the directions they're given, letting their master's seed dry onto their face and ignoring the throbbing of their used, wet pussy. It takes all of their willpower, but thinking of punishment makes it easier.
It also makes them wetter.
The very next day, the cycle repeats. Drugged food is all the toy eats, and they can't help the way their hands drift so easily to their cunt and clit. Again, their master fucks some sense into them before using their throat to get off and painting their face. They're not allowed to touch, they're not allowed to clean up, and least of all will they ever be allowed to leave. It's not like they know that yet, though - they're still fooled into thinking there may be a chance their captor gives up and frees them. The poor thing is so wrong about that, and they learn their lesson slowly but surely over the course of many, many rapes.
Each time, they get so close to cumming. Each time, their master uses their throat instead. Each time, they lay there with cum on their face, impossibly wet, still so, so needy, the drugs lingering in their system without them realizing it. Even without the drugs, their baseline level of arousal has increased to the point where they're masturbating between meals now. Of course, their master still interrupts to make sure they can't cum, but at this point it's part of the routine. If Master doesn't come in soon enough, the toy spreads their legs just a little bit wider to make sure he can see what they're doing.
They start trying to cum while he's inside, rubbing their clit as hard as they can while he's fucking them from behind, but he always pulls out too soon, leaving them empty and unfulfilled. At least it's coming more naturally to them now not to touch after Master rapes them. It was hard, at first, but now they're perfectly capable of leaving their needy, desperate hole alone, no matter how badly they want to spill over the edge of ecstasy. They whine and moan wordlessly, sure, but they don't try to pleasure themselves anymore. Master is in charge of when they get to feel pleasure.
One day, they finally break, and the routine changes forever. Instead of masturbating, the toy finally just opens their legs wide, keeping their hands away from their dripping pussy and throbbing clit, simply begging, begging Master to fuck them, use them, paint them with his cum. The smile Master wears is satisfied, complete, so this is obviously what he was waiting for - but that doesn't matter now. What matters now is that Master finally, finally, finally gives them the reward, the gift, the blessing of cumming on his cock, clenching hard around him, writhing, screaming, sobbing for breath as ecstasy steals it away.
This is the only way they're allowed to cum from now on. If Master doesn't want to let them cum, they can't. They know they can't touch at all now, and they know that they can only cum on Master's cock. That's how it always was. That's how it was always meant to be.
A rapeslut's holes don't belong to the slut. They belong to the Master raping some sense into them.