The Tower of Passion

Katie Duke had the worst week she'd had in... It had been the worst week. She'd not slept, she'd just walked out of her job and would probably get sacked, she'd sold her car. No one believed her. Not the cops, not her family - barely her friends. 
And her best friend was gone. And she had no clues. Well. She had one clue.

Quinty and Mariell had seen the video - of course, Katie had shown it to them, but they didn't know what they could do. So they did nothing. Cowards.

'Annabelle, Fiona was the most secretive of all of us. We don't even know what county she lives in. We don't even know if she actually lives in England.' She mimicked Quinty's stupid voice, which she'd heard in so many voice calls in the last week.

'We're worried - but she can't have just disappeared - the camera must have gone weird.' Bla bla bla. She fucking disappeared. And Katie saw it. Her best friend in the whole world, the person she'd spoken to more than anyone else - just gone.
She'd cried more than ever in her life in the last week. What even had happened? It was that fucking glowing dildo. It had to be. 

And it was her only clue. She'd looked over that video hundreds of times, for something. Trying to find out where Fiona was, some clue. There was nothing - Fiona took her privacy seriously.

Well, actual information about her. Katie had seen parts of the woman most people never saw of any other person. They'd shared secrets, talked for hours, and shown each other so much. She'd never have another friend like her. 

But she didn't know her last name, or what town she lived in, or the company she worked at. Not that that mattered. They were friends. That transcended things like that. Fiona only knew her as Annabelle. And that was fine.

But now it was on Katie to save her friend, to find out what happened. And she'd had one clue.

Fiona had made sure the package she got the toy in had her address facing away. But it still had text on it in Cyrillic, which Katie could not read. But she found a Cyrillic keyboard and matched letter for letter and got it slightly wrong. But on her fifth attempt, she found the website Fiona had ordered the toy from.

And she realized that Fiona, a super fancy high-level software engineer at some fancy company had a lot more disposable income than a call center employee. A lot. She knew Fiona spent a lot of money on her toys and art  - and she'd bought plenty for Annabelle for Christmas & birthdays.

But she hadn't even heard of dildos costing four digits before.

So she sold her car. And she emptied her savings. She had to find her friend.
She'd gotten the text that the parcel had been delivered while at her first job. She called in sick for her second and cashed in a favour for a lift home from a colleague.

Geoff talked the entire way about his trains, which, fine trains were cool. But Katie had said she had a headache and he couldn't take the hint, and as he dropped her off she got out with a quick wave and a half-hearted bye.

She ignored the broken lift, which was definitely not legal, and rushed up the stairs. She'd gotten pretty fit living here, she thought as she ran up to the fifteenth floor. She opened the door to her flat.

She nearly ran into her roommate who was standing in the hallway, balancing on one leg and putting her shoes on.
"Oh fuck, sorry Marie" Katie twisted around her blonde roomie, trying to not knock her over, hitting the wall and knocking off a painting instead.
"Shit, No it's fine" Marie balanced against the opposite wall. "It's the hallways fault. Fuck." Marie put her leg down and collected herself.
"You got a parcel - what the fuck are you ordering from Russia? Is someone gonna knock on the door?" She raised an eyebrow. Marie was a decent roommate, she normally didn't ask questions. This one was fair though.
"Art supplies." Katie answered quickly.
"From Russia?" Her voice dripped with disbelief.
"No Marie, it's a two thousand dollar custom dildo based on a goblins cock."
"What?" 
"It's art supplies. There's a guy who makes some cool paint in Moscow. I got it cheap. Where is it?"
"Fine." Marie sighed. "It's on the counter. I'm off to work, a double shift tonight so. See you tomorrow."
"Have fun."

"Fuck you." And with that, Marie left.

Katie waited for a second, hearing Marie's steps rushing down the steps. She was alone, good. She was nervous. If she was wrong she'd have sold her car and wasted two thousand dollars. And she got the basic minimum customization model. Whatever Fiona had spent must have been ridiculous.

But if she was right. If she was right she would disappear. And she'd find Fiona.
Conflicting thoughts swirling in her mind, she was scared and excited. Her mind was made up though, she had to find her friend. Could she save her? Who knows. But she couldn't let her go through it alone.

She grabbed the parcel off the counter and headed to her room - unlocking it. Marie was fine. Marie was also the seventh roommate in two years. So she had a lock.

She ripped the parcel open, it couldn't wait. Fiona needed her. She presumed - she didn't know. Friends helped each other, she knew that. So she would follow Fiona into anything.

Pulling the toy out - it wasn't as impressive as Fiona's. Six inches was the smallest the company did -and the cheapest. Changing a colour cost nothing, and the balls - not as pliable as what Fiona had shown her - came with.

And there is what. Her bright green goblin cock. She stripped down, found her lube, and got on the bed on all fours - she had toys, as she'd shown Fiona many times. Even a few Fiona had sent her. This was a rescue mission, it didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself though. Quickly, before she started she dropped a message in the discord - letting her friends know she was going after Fiona. After a moment, she left a link to the Russian website.

Inspired by her friend she had a mirror next to her, and she looked at herself. Five foot four, plump in all the right places, dirty blonde curly hair, and her big glasses. Katie loved how she looked. She was hot, in the up-for-anything-fun kind of way. And she was, at least with Fiona.
She grabbed the dildo and lined it up with her wet folds. As much as she pretended this was purely to save Fiona, she thought the cost of the toy was ridiculous, she was excited. Horny, incredibly so. She put her face down on her matters and watched her profile, her hand holding the fat, green cock, as she pushed it into herself.

Marie being out was a blessing. She moaned, deep and guttural. She'd not had time to relieve stress all week. She needed this as much as she needed to save her friend.

"That's it" She quivered as she started thrusting in and out of herself with the toy. "Fuck yourself. Fuck yourself like a dirty, filthy slut." She loved the look on her face when she swore, and when she moaned. She went faster and faster - her free hand reaching up to rub her clit. 

She thought about her best friend, she thought about her best friend fucking her with the enormous custom monster she'd bought. She thought about fucking Fiona. She pumped her hand, the toy stretching her hole, faster and faster as she worked herself up. Her wetness splattered, making a mess on her bed.
"CUM" She screamed at her reflection. "CUM YOU DIRTY SLUT" She was fully slamming the toy into herself now, and she could see it start glowing - it was working. 

She was terrified. She was excited. She could absolutely not stop.

"CUM. CUM. DO IT OH FUCK IT IS SO GOOD" She was screaming, not caring about any neighbours. The glow was intensifying as she ravaged her hole, intensity glowing just like she'd remembered

"FUCKING CUUUU---"

A flash, Katie was gone. Her phone buzzing with notifications.