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Bitch to Bimbo v3
(Melissa DuVant)
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From Bitch to Bimbo 3 Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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invention. Table of Contents Chapter 1: Unwanted Conversation Chapter 3: Surgical Processing Preview: Digital Slave v3, Chapter Seventeen: Posture Perfect Some more medfet goodness - hope you enjoy it, and thanks to the commissioner for commissioning this! Chapter 1: Unwanted Conversation Alicia looked down at her latest patient, enjoying the sight of their eyes, wide with fear. A lovely, bright blue, reminding her of a clear sky, the faintest hint of tears forming in the corners. The implantation of the contact lenses had enhanced the blue wonderfully! She patted the woman on the head, rubbing her fingers over the smoothness of the latex hood, blonde hair tied into a high ponytail, bleached and dyed to Alicia's specifications. 'It looks like everything was successful. I assume you can hear me?' She moved her hand over the ears, sealed beneath the hood, but she could feel the hard lumps of earbuds beneath. 'There in a ball in your left hand. For now, that is your only way of communicating - maybe you'll be allowed more in the future, if you prove yourself. Squeeze your fist tighter to press it.' A light started to glow, the tint getting a deeper and deeper red as the ball was squeezed harder. 'Good. I hope you appreciate all the modifications that have been made - I have sculpted you to perfection.' The woman's head was completely sealed away except for those lovely eyes, everything else locked behind black latex, a panel gag over her mouth, the air flowing into her nose limited by little plugs, making faint whistling sounds as she breathed. 'Now you need to heal - and to make yourself useful. In exchange for the work I've done on you, your owner has agreed to lend you to me for the next month.' That made the woman tense up, at least the tiny amount that she could - the rest of her body was also sheathed in latex, her arms bound behind her back into a box-binder, padded metal bars locking her down, her body sealed into a large metal box, with just her head poking out. Tubes and wires ran into the suit, Alicia idly running her hand over the woman's back, pressing down hard. 'You should just about be able to feel that - your skin is constantly coated with a numbing gel. When you are let out, you're going to be ultra-sensitive! Especially in your crotch. The only sensations you're likely to feel are going to be from constant electrical shocks, so you won't be able to sleep, while also being teased. This means that your master will likely only need a few touches to have you on the edge of orgasm. Oh, there's also piercings down there now - three rings in each lip, and a ring through your clitoris.' She patted the woman on the head again, enjoying the increased look of fear now in her eyes. 'I've been hired to shape you - mentally and physically. And this is what you agreed to. So no sleep, and a constant show of what your master expects you to enjoy. Your mind is going to be shaped according to that!' She could see the jaw tense up, likely biting down on the rubbery prong, and feeding tube, inside the panel-gag. 'A month should be more than enough to break someone like you. Oh, I was also requested to put a few tattoos into your skin - those will need to wait until your initial surgery has healed, and then I'll pull you out. After a week or two in there, I'd imagine you'll be glad of any mental stimulation! It is a convenient excuse to test this out though.' She moved around the metal box - it was raised up, made to recess back into her desk, all the bulky power supply and tubes of numbing gel and lube in a block hidden beneath a filing cabinet, except for some wires still trailing around that needed to be covered. There was no way for the occupant to move, but the sides and all the bars were padded, to prevent them damaging themselves. Lumps stuck out of the woman's rear-end - drainage tubes to clean out her waste, but also a vibrator in her pussy, and another in her asshole. She reached out and grabbed at one, seeing the latex-wrapped body shiver, but there was no sound, the woman's mouth utterly blocked. Alicia wriggled the cock around, feeling it move within the woman's body before she let it go. 'You can't see from down there, but you've been installed in my office. You're now going to be responsible for keeping me entertained between work. And if you don't, then there's a lot of unpleasant things I can do to you - would you like food-paste mixed with a lot of capsicum? Without being able to wash your mouth out, it would just keep burning and burning. Or that could be pushed elsewhere.' She pressed a button on her desk, and the box lifted itself up, motors recessing it into place, strong bolts clicking and clunking into place. She waited until the process as finished before going around and taking a seat, enjoying the luxurious feeling of her office chair-cushion against her backside before glancing down. The woman's head now stuck out of brushed steel, eyes darting around again. The head was located between where Alicia's legs would be when she rolled the chair forward, but there was also a metal bowl that could fold down to lock the woman away completely, with a screen on the inside, to give her something to look at. 'So, you are here to entertain me - I hope you understand that. If you don't, then I will make your stay even more unpleasant.' She reached down, fingers seeking out the buckles of the panel-gag and releasing them, a prong sliding out of the woman's mouth, sticky with dribble. The plastic tubes that connected the prong to the feed-bottles made it harder to move around, but she was able to put it on her desk, carefully making sure it didn't dribble over the paperwork there. 'You're not allowed to speak. If you try, then you will be punished - the device around your throat will detect it, and then the shocks start. It's all automated and very clever, and means that it will happen without me having to do anything. Now, you are going to lick me and get me off.' She wriggled herself backwards in place, hitching up her skirt and spreading her legs - beneath the pencil-skirt, all she was wearing was her stockings and suspenders, her crotch bare, already tingling with desire. A soft, wet tongue lolled out, pierced through with an over-large metal stud - even if the woman did try and talk, the words would likely be slurred and mumbled, at least until she managed to adjust to that! But there was no sign of rebellion as Alicia slid herself forward, feeling the latex hood against her thighs, having to lower her chair slightly, the tongue already starting to go to work. 'Mmmm, that's it! Good girl.' The tongue slid into her, the stud a lovely source of extra stimulation, flicking against her insides. The woman was even sucking with her lips as well, putting some effort in, as Alicia wriggled her hips to make herself comfortable, flicking her computer on. Unfortunate, but there was work to do as well as being pleasured! She managed to enter her username and password on sheer reflex, as pleasure started to tingle up from her body, the woman kissing and licking away - not the most talented, but putting some effort in, and definitely having an effect. Alicia bought up a control panel, reviewing everything that was currently being pumped in and out of the woman, as well as the other options she had available - and then dragged a bar to the minimum, before clicking on a button. She felt the lips tense against her, as a shock bit into the woman - it would have zapped her neck, belly and feet, just a light little jolt. But the tongue-licking got even faster, the stud flicking over Alicia's slit, stirring up her pleasure more and more. She played with the other settings, a barely-audible thrum starting when she activated the vibe, prompting another delightful little tightening of the lips. She had to force herself not to tip over the edge into an orgasm - she needed to fully test the limits of what this setup could do! And figure out what all the buttons and controls could do. Some of the icons were a little vague, with mouseover not revealing anything useful. She'd have to talk to the developer, to see if that could be improved! Her breathing started to quicken, and she stroked herself, feeling at her own breasts through her silk blouse, her body trim and neat and perfect. If she did come, then her nurse would be able to clean it up - but, maybe, in future, she should put a matt down, to make it easier to clean? She slid the electrical shock bar up higher, then trigged it again. Immediately, the tongue spasmed, stopping moving, until she pressed the button again. When it started to move, it was slower now - according to the readouts, the woman's heartrate was massively fast. Not unusual as a reaction to pain, but she'd have to learn to respond to pain with greater efforts, not quitting! Alicia pressed the button again a few times in retribution - and as a valuable learning experience for the woman. She was here to be trained, after all, as well as her physical modifications. As the pleasure grew within her, she let her thoughts drift, to memories of past work, and past pleasures - bodies squirming beneath her, whining in gagged protest, their bodies shaped to be perfect and beautiful. And restrained and trapped, of course, all set up as delightful treats and toys, something to be used and abused, sensitive skin exposed for the pleasure of others! Her breathing got faster and faster, heart starting to race, as she groped and stroked and squeezed herself, enjoying the sensation of touching herself. The desk phone rang, loud and intrusive, jerking her out of her memory-fantasy, her hands coming away from her body, reflexively pulling her clothing back into some form of order. The tongue kept licking, and it took her several moments to focus, wrenching her focus back to the present. Who was that? Her assistant should know better than to interrupt her - perhaps further training would be needed? The phone rang again, the sound buzzing through her brain, and she reached out and picked it up, holding it against her ear. 'Doctor DeVeer, there is a woman demanding to see you! She's very insistent.' There was a touch of panic in the nurse's voice - whatever was happening must be quite stressful, to be making her show any emotion. Alicia had spent a lot of time carefully training the woman to be emotionless and a perfect tool - what was going on to cause that to break? The tongue licked against her slit again, making her gasp and shudder, pleasure still coursing through her. She pressed another button, the thing sliding backwards, the head moving away from between her legs. 'She's coming in, Doctor DeVeer! I can't stop her!' She could see a shadow coming up behind the frosted glass of her office door, before it was shoved open, and she tried to collect herself, just as the door slammed open. Another woman was stood there, hands on her hips, a look of indignation and anger on her face. She was stylishly dressed, in a skirt-suit and jacket, a string of pearls around her neck. The pleasure between Alicia's legs withered and cooled. 'Ah, Clarisse. What are you doing here?' She resisted the urge to cross her arms protectively across her chest, feeling the anger radiating from the woman. 'You! What did you do to Michelle?' Alicia gave her a blank look, before looking at her nails, trying to wriggle her hips to twist her skirt back down, just in case she needed to stand up. 'Michelle? I don't recognize the name.' 'Michelle Shornagan! She was a friend, and one of my patients. And then you got your claws into her, and she's vanished. I hired a private investigator to find her, and she's in some pervert's sex dungeon now. The videos I saw - gross and disgusting things!' Alicia gave a thin smile - Michelle had been an amusing patient. She'd seen a few videos herself - the woman bent over in a glory-hole, her ass and pussy both used by whoever wanted them, cum oozing out of both holes, her buttocks covered with spank- and slap-marks. The images of the woman's face, contorted into a slack-jawed smile, covered with cum, eyes unfocused before getting face-fucked, her been particularly pleasant to see! It had taken some doing to acquire the woman, and several rounds of drugs and specific torments to make her consent to her treatment. 'She seemed to want something of a lifestyle change. And she's certainly got that! I can show you the paperwork if you want - it's all very proper.' She stared at the woman, hoping that she wouldn't have to stand up, her pussy likely exposed, and she could feel the dampness between her thighs still. 'I don't believe you! She was never interested in anything like that before. Or any of the... modifications you did to her! I tried talking to her, but she's barely capable of communication any more, she just spends all her time getting fucked and pumped full of cum.' 'I'm sure she's happy where she is.' At least, she wouldn't be in any position to protest, unless she managed to recover her wits, which seemed unlikely! 'And the modifications were ones that she required.' 'There's another woman that's just been processed by you. Lauren Preston - where is she?' Alicia resisted the urge to kick her desk, where Lauren was stored, ready for the next part of her processing. 'She is currently recuperating. She will be fully recovered soon, I'm sure.' 'I want to see her!' 'She is resting, as I said. When she is healed from her current round of surgeries, then I can have her contact you?' She'd have to make sure that the woman knew just what to say when that happened! 'I don't know what you're up to, but I know you're doing something. And I'm going to stop you!' Alicia tugged her skirt down before standing, stepping around the desk and approaching Clarisse. The certainty in the woman's face faded a little as Alicia approached, a slight and delicious undercurrent of fear there now. 'If you wish to investigate, then you are welcome to.' She reached out, stroking the woman's face, feeling the soft skin, stroking some strands of hair out of the way. 'If you wish, I can even modify you a little? There's definitely room for improvement - a little more on your lips, some expansions to these,' - she squeezed one of the woman's breasts, feeling the warm mounds - 'possibly a little liposuction and some other things?' Clarisse shuddered, slapping Alicia's hand away. 'No! I don't want any surgery, especially not from you. There's far too many people that have gone missing from your clinic after you've worked on them! And far too many extreme modifications. No, I certainly don't want anything like that, especially not from you.' 'That's a shame. Perhaps your daughter might be more enthusiastic?' 'You stay away from her! She's definitely not wanting anything from you!' 'Very well. I certainly wouldn't want to be thought of as doing anything unethical. But there is nothing untoward here - so kindly leave.' She put force into the word, gesturing with her hand back the way the woman had come from. 'If you wish to make an appointment, then see my nurse.' Clarisse glared at her, Alicia smiling back, twisting her hips to try and make sure she wasn't showing anything she didn't want to. 'Unless there is anything else?' Clarisse made a barely audible growl, but turned on a heel and walked away, Alicia taking the chance to admire her backside, the skirt tight against it. It could do with some expansion, but was still nice to look at! Emerald stretched out, enjoying the sensation of extending her limbs fully, then stroking herself, her body soft and warm. And relaxed, after the nice, long bath and getting herself off afterwards. The vibrating wand was still laying on her bed, the head shiny with her juices, before she wiped herself down, the towel damp from the bath, and with an obvious wet spot where her crotch had been. The pleasure still tingled through her body, a pleasant aftermath, making her head nice and empty and vague. A break she needed after all the exams and other stress she'd had recently! She'd always known it was hard work studying and training to become a doctor, but hadn't quite realized how much work, until she'd started to do it. Constant studying, ward rounds, more studying, exams, having to read up on all the literature... it just never ended! And barely left any time for herself to relax and have some fun. She stood up, pulling her sleep-shorts back into place, adjusting her baggy s-shirt and stretching again, with a sigh of pleasure. Now for some hot chocolate... and maybe even a shot of something in it? She stroked her breasts again, enjoying the soft warmth of her body as she walked across her bedroom, pointedly ignoring the stack of medical textbooks she should be studying. She'd done enough of that for one day, the rest could wait for tomorrow! Mother was out tonight as well, working late - she'd been spending a lot of time at her surgery lately, working with some patients. And she'd been arguing with another surgeon about something, wanting to raise an issue to the ethics board, coming home stressed all the time. Outside her room, the hallway was dark, the carpet soft beneath her bare feet. She knew all of the places the boards creaked, instinctively avoiding them, not needing to turn the lights on as she headed downstairs, lost in vague and empty thoughts. Partway down, she saw something in the darkness - a faint gleam of deeper blackness, a sheen moving through the low light. Emerald blinked and rubbed her eyes - was she seeing things now? When she flicked the hallway light on, then she could see two large crates there, both covered with medical tags and labels. What were those? Was Mother bringing her work home again? And how had she not noticed them when she came home? She really did need to take a break! The things looked heavy, black-brushed plastic, with various valves and air-tubes, and inbuilt batteries for something. Were they for transporting specimens or something? Well, it wouldn't be the first time that something for Mother's work had accidentally been delivered here instead - they'd probably be gone in the morning. She stumbled towards the kitchen, seeing the odd gleam again, through in the half-light of the open-plan dining room. Was that the curve of a breast, the flowing shape of a female hip, but somehow shiny? She yawned and rubbed her eyes - she needed to sleep! And after that orgasm, that would probably be easy, for once. As she bustled around, getting the hot chocolate powder and milk, she saw movement reflected in the front of the oven, and half-turned towards it. 'Mother? You want hot choc...' Her words went silent as she looked at the thing that had moved, eyes scanning over it. A clearly female shape, to judge by the hourglass figure and the breasts, but covered in shiny, gleaming black, the bright kitchen lights gleaming off it, highlighting the curves, shimmering and rippling as the thing... the person? Moved. It didn't have a face, at least not a real one, instead just more of the shiny black stuff, removing any facial features, turning it into an anonymous aggressor. Around it's waist was a wide leather belt, large pouches bulging ominously, while one hand held a syringe, a faint spray of liquid spurting out as any air was expelled. It cocked it's head, seeing that Emerald had seen it, one hand going to the pouches and pulling out a black plastic thing, with two metal prongs sticking it. Lightning arced between the prongs, the sharp snap biting through the air, making Emerald shudder. 'Who are... Get away from me!' Her voice was quiet and pathetic, as she looked about for some way to defend herself. The thing stared at her, or at least kept facing her, before slowly advancing, light rippling and shining over the latex-sheathed body. The way the lights moved was almost hypnotic, drawing Emerald into a vague trance, before she managed to shake it off, forcing herself to move, flinging milk at the thing, white liquid dribbling over the breasts, staining the shiny black. It reached for her, but she managed to dodge, her skin crawling at the thought of what that would be like, the eerie, inhuman fingers just inches away. The house sounded seemed strange and unfamiliar, and she bashed into a chair, sending it tumbling to the floor, the sound loud and harsh. She wanted to scream, but couldn't make her throat work, panic tumbling through her, seizing her lungs, making it hard to breath. Emerald didn't dare look behind herself, in case the thing was close, like a nightmare, just a step or two behind her. Her skin crawled, a full-body shudder making her tense up, slowing her movement further, the light of the staircase both near and far. And then she was there, somehow freed of the paralyzing gloom, bolting up the stairs, heedless of the noise she made. Half-way up, she twisted, looking behind, and saw that the thing was moving fast, the arm reaching forward, electrical sparks snapping, bright and perfect white, contrasting with the deep, glossy black body. It came up short, but just barely, before Emerald's foot clipped the top of the stairs, and she tumbled, falling onto her front, onto the soft carpet, feeling it against her bare skin. A heel stamped down against her back, knocking the wind from her, and then searing electrical snaps made her body convulse and tense. She couldn't control herself, feeling dribble ooze from her mouth, sticky and gross, soaking into the carpet. Another shock, her garbled moan echoing around, shattering the silence, and then the shape straddled her from above, weight dropping onto her. She tried to force her arms or legs to move, wanting to fight the thing off, but her body refused to obey her, jangling after-shocks still running through her. Her hair was grabbed, hard enough to sting, and her head was turned to the side. A finger slid over her neck, smooth and warm, smearing something over it, a moment before the needle jabbed into her. Whatever was inside flowed into her body, spreading into her veins, and she felt the paralysis deepen, her body going limp and slack. 'Mhnnn! Hmmmmm!' She couldn't make her lips work, couldn't form any words, barely able to even see anything from down here. Paralysis coursed through her, her limbs soft and passive, as the thing picked her up, dragging her up to standing. This left her ribs and hips touching the thing, her skin crawling at the creepily smooth latex super-skin, powerless to resist, as she was carry-dragged back downstairs. Her mouth hung open, dribble oozing out, soaking into her t-shirt, getting carried into the dining room and put over the table. Hands grabbed at her limbs, spreading her out, neat and delicate, moving her with care, as though avoiding any possible bruises. Fear ran through her, hot and vivid, before slamming into the paralytic drug, leaving her powerless. She could move her eyes, but nothing else, her hearing able to detect the slight creaks and squeaks of the woman-thing, high and pointed heels clicking on the wooden floor. It loomed over her, face almost featureless, more latex drawn tight over the body beneath, tiny gap-dots visible within the eyes and mouth, letting the person within see and breath. A hand came up, squeezing Emerald's breast through her top, before the other hand appeared, now handing safety scissors. They snipped, the sound loud and clear, before moving down, slicing through Emerald's top, the thing flopping aside, leaving her chest bare, the air feeling cruel and cold. Another slice, and her shorts were slashed off, getting yanked away from her body, leaving her completely naked. Her legs were pulled apart, and then the smooth, warm hands stroked over her crotch, just lightly. Ever touch was a nightmare, Emerald trapped in her own body, only capable of making pathetically quiet mumbles, her tongue fat and lumpy in her mouth, her lips refusing to move. And she was still warm and wet from her earlier masturbation, a finger sliding into her. A deep flush ran through her body, starting in her chest and flowing onto her face and down into her belly, her heartrate increasing. Even after the finger withdrew, she could still feel it, as a phantom presence, the hands gliding over her skin, poking and prodding. A hand pressed down onto her belly, pressing the air from her, and then both her breasts were squeezed, her nipples pinched, hard and harsh, making her gasp. Although there must be someone inside the suit, they seemed entirely inhuman, a latex-covered demon that had invaded, and was now molesting her body. The fingers kept roaming and stroking, all over her body, somehow stirring her up, making her feel excited and lustful, despite the paralysis. Her heart started to race, her breathing getting quicker, her pussy starting to get wet. The face leaned over her, fingers running over her face, and she could smell her own juices, adding to her excitement, against her will. Her eyes were forced open wide, a bright light shining into them, leaving dazzling after-images and bright smears of vivid colors. Her mouth was next, the fingers sliding along her lips and then pulling her mouth open, and sliding inside of her. They tasted plasticy, the latex overwhelming the taste of her own juices, and they shoved in deep and hard, making her body reflexively spasm and gag. The forced intrusion was brutal and harsh, violating her throat, deeper than anything had ever shoved into her mouth before. As one hand penetrated her throat, the other was still teasing at her slit, the fingers warming her up, teasing and stimulating her. Both sets of fingers violated her at both ends, before the fingers slid from her throat, making her cough and splutter again. Her own spit was wiped over her cheeks, leaving her sticky and dirty. Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. Digital Slave v3, Chapter
Seventeen: Posture Perfect Ji-Woo's a pop star, used to performing in front of crowds,
her toned body sheathed in tight clothing, dancing alongside Lily and Aeri, her
bandmates. When they get invited over to the UK for a "special tour",
they don't realize that they're going to be trained into submission and
depravity. Latex, thick and
clinging, surrounded her entire body, fighting her movements. Ji-Woo tried moving, but it resisted, pushing
her back into position. She struggled
again, feeling as she strained her fingers, trying to close her hand into a
fist, only for them to snap backwards as soon as she relaxed at all. Her breath came in
halting fits and starts, something clamped over her mouth - if she extended her
tongue, she could feel the smooth curve of a breathing mask, sliding her tongue
into a corrugated tube. The stuff pressed
tightly against her face, preventing her opening her eyes, sealing and locking
her in. White noise was being
piped into her ears, making her thoughts seem slow and thick. Her belly tensed up as electricity ran
through her body. She struggled again,
managing to raise an arm slightly, before it was snatched back. It was easier just to lay there and let
herself be passively trained, buzzes stinging and forcibly tensing along her
belly, arms, legs and thighs. Her
thoughts drifted, lost in blackness and grey fuzz, before she felt a slight
release in the pressure on her body. It peeled away from
her skin, falling away, peeling away her sweat as well. Now it wasn't there she could feel that her
wrists, waist, neck and ankles were held in place as well, pinning her against
the board, and that something covered her eyes. Her wrist-restraints
clicked free, letting her move her arms.
After all the time in the latex, she felt grimy and sweaty, the scent of
the latex having embedded itself into her flesh. She moved her arms, and there was no
reaction, although she was still held suspended. Ji-Woo nervously moved her hands, glad of the
restraints that kept her from falling off the board, before fumbling at her
blindfold, removing the padded leather from her eyes. The light was soft,
gentle enough that it didn't sting her eyes.
She was back in the apartment, strapped on a vertical board suspended by
a chain from the ceiling, the latex sheet now limp as it hung downwards. The other restraints clicked loose and she
dropped downwards, managing to bend her knees enough to take the fall. She sniffed, able to
smell herself and latex, and not liking either.
She went to the shower, the lights only coming on low still. Water hissed downwards at her, letting her
clean herself. Her pussy was sore to the
touch, feeling as though it had been recently shaved. No matter how much she scrubbed she couldn't
quite get the smell out of her skin, the rubbery tang. Well, at least she was clean now! She wrapped herself in
a towel, wondering what to do next.
Everywhere was dimly lit, making her eyes strain to see the rest of the
room. A cabinet popped open, empty
except a bottle of the food-paste. She
sighed. Why couldn't she have proper
food? She was actually
starting to enjoy the taste, thick and creamy, lingering for far too
long on her tongue, but it filled her up, made her feel energised, although her
thoughts also seemed strangely slow. Her
skin felt soft and sensitized as well, even the gentle currents of the air
making her body tingle. The bedroom was empty,
the bed currently retracted up into the wall.
The door to the wardrobe was also locked, refusing to open, giving her
nothing she could wear. Well, the air
was warm enough that she didn't need any clothing. The windows were
tinted dark, making it impossible to tell the time again. She had no idea how long she had been locked
away this time! Well, there couldn't be
that much more training, surely? She
pressed her face against the glass, trying to look through - she could dimly
see her own reflection there, her face slightly blotchy from the latex
compression. She still looked good, even
without makeup and her hair still wet, but she would prefer full makeup and
jewellery. And clothing! Something tight and skimpy, but something
other than nudity! And the collar, she'd
rather not have that. She touched it,
fingers still trying to find a release or even a crack in the metal, but it
felt like it was a single piece of metal, without any gaps at all. It had a little looseness, letting her twist
it around, but it was weighted and curved in such a way that it chafed and
rubbed and slowly twisted back into place, a wider panel at the front, over her
throat. She felt along the inside, as
much as she could, feeling the prongs that would discharge the damn electricity
into her. Ji-Woo tried shaking
it, but that just jabbed the prongs into her neck. Wasn't there any way to block them? Or to remove the battery? The heavy lump at the back seemed just as
solid as the rest of it, without any way to remove it. It buzzed, giving a
soft vibration, making her pull her fingers back in case it escalated to an
actual shock. Was it just because she
was touching it? She kept her hands at
her waist, holding her breath and tensing, but there wasn't an actual
shock. Thankfully! She drummed her
fingers against the window - it made a hollow sound, the glazing multi-layered,
not giving any indication of the temperature from outside. With both hands, she was able to beat a basic
rhythm, enjoying herself in the basic, simple activity. Her collar buzzed and tingled again. Was she not allowed to make noise? She stepped drumming, before the collar
buzzed at her again, making her frown.
What was she meant to do, or not do?
There was nothing here, nothing in the main room! She looked at the door
to the training room. Did she have to go
in there? Her neck tingled, just a light
shock, but she knew it could, and probably would, get worse. There was nothing for it but to go over to
the door. As she moved closer, the
tingling lessened, and she carefully pulled the door open. The training room
still had the loops hanging from the ceiling and the lockers on the wall, but
two of the loops were now descended to the ground. Her collar buzzed her again, spurring her to
action - one of the lockers popped open, a small one this time, and she could
see a tangle of black straps inside. When she shook it out,
she found that it was a harness - the straps joined together what was
more-or-less a bikini, with stripes joining the parts together. Well, it was better than nothing, although
figuring out how it went on took some doing, as she managed to get it partially
on before getting tangled up and had to remove it again. When it was on, she gave her shoulders a
twist - the bra was comfortable, feeling good against her skin, settling close
and tight against her flesh, following the lines of her body. And it didn't fight her like the latex
did! There were some high heels in there
- four inches at least, sharply angled.
She looked at them suspiciously, before putting them on, feeling her
arches bend upwards, buckling them on.
She could walk in them, but wouldn't want to do anything more
complicated! That done, she looked
at the loops again - from how they were lowered, presumably she was meant to do
something with them? She turned around
and put her feet through the loops - they looked like the things she'd seen
circus performers use, although they were normally in far larger spaces! As she moved, her body ached slightly - she
felt sore, could feel tender places on her flesh, and moved to try and ease out
the kinks from being restrained. The cords pulled
upwards, loops tightening around her ankles and dragging her off her feet. The motion was slow enough that she was able
to bodily drop to the floor without injury, her ankles now supported about a foot
off the ground. She put her arms beneath
herself to support her body, wondering what was going on. A screen in front of
her turned on, showing "0" in bright white.
As her arms started to strain, then she lowered herself to the
ground. That made her arms ache from
being held at such an awkward angle, and so she pushed off the ground
again. The "0" became a "1" - was it
counting push-ups? She dropped and rose
again, the number increasing. 'How many do I have to
do?' There was no response,
of course. The motions were easy though
- her upper body was sufficiently light it didn't put that much strain on her
arms, as she pushed herself up and down again, trying to keep the movements
smooth and controlled. Some upper-body
exercises other than being stuck inside of the latex sheet made a nice change -
at least it felt as though she were doing something! She could feel her
body heat up, beads of sweat on her forehead, breath coming heavier now as she
hit 50, but kept going, the strain and tiredness starting to build up in her
arms. Her legs were raised off the ground,
entirely incapacitated; all she could do with them was wriggle them from
side-to-side a bit, the loops were snug and tight around her ankles. When she reached 60,
she was starting to run out of energy, her hair starting to stick to her
forehead. Reaching a hand up to brush it
away put all her weight onto her other arm, making it throb from the pressure,
but she just about managed to get her arm back in time, before collapsing to
the ground. That would probably make the
count reset or something! Going from 60 to 70
was starting to hurt, her arms aching now, her back needing stretching
out. Couldn't she have some time with
that blue-streaked attendant? Another
one of those lovely massages! By the
time she reached 75, she was panting for breath, coming up and then holding the
position, not wanting to commit to another one, in case she couldn't make it
down and back up again. The number seemed to
glare at her from the screen, the white text stark in the low light. She summoned up her strength and let her body
drop, before slowly pushing herself back upwards, earning herself another increment. 'That's it, I don't
think I can manage another one!' In the small room, her
voice echoed back at her, the only noise present. Could she manage another one? Something slithered down from above, slapping
against the floor, almost hitting her in the face. She could see two cords running up to the
ceiling, slowly lowering herself to the floor and feeling towards them. Each ended with a now-familiar loop, which
she put her wrists through. They tightened, the
loops tight around her wrists, and then she was lifted off the ground. She struggled, but both her ankles and wrists
were held tightly. She could wriggle around
a bit, but she had no leverage, nothing to push off, and couldn't bend her
hands backwards far enough to reach the loops and get them off. And she was now high enough that even if she
could, then she would be smacking face-first into the ground, from high enough
that it would hurt! Ji-Woo could hear
motors whirring as the cords were tightened, holding her splayed out in
mid-air. She let herself be suspended,
feeling slightly giddy, before straining to raise her neck and look around,
shaking her head to clear hair from her vision.
The screen now showed
"0" again. What was she meant to
do? Her ears picked up a slight noise, a
mumbling echoing off metal - inside the locker, she could dimly see the shape
of some earbuds. Instructions that she
couldn't hear? Well, there wasn't much
she could do in this position, was there? She tried bringing her
arms and legs together - it made her body shake around as the ropes moved, her
movements slightly off and the ropes not moving in unison, making her
unbalanced. Her back was starting to
ache from how it dropped, making her wish for a strap around her waist, to help
support her weight better. As she tensed
up, straightening her body, the number on the screen increased - 1, 2, 3... Ji-Woo took a deep
breath and tried to hold her body tense, arms and legs tight, her stomach and
belly taut. She'd always hated planking,
although she liked having a nice trim body!
After sixty seconds,
she could feel her arms and legs straining, the ropes shaking about as she
wasn't able to fully keep her body under control. The harness was starting to stick to her body
now, the plasticky straps sticking to the sweat, the strap between her buttocks
tight and rubbing against her butthole, before digging into her pussy. She wriggled around, shaking her legs to try
and make it more comfortable, but there was no way to dislodge the thing. She managed another
fifteen seconds before letting the posture relax with a deep exhalation,
sagging downwards. The harness-straps
over her breasts and belly seemed to pinch at her flesh more, the inside of the
bra snug against her body. The "relaxed" position
made her neck and spine ache, her body-weight dragging her down. It was an effort to raise her head to look at
the screen, where the number was flashing in a vaguely threatening fashion. She tensed up again, the strap pushing
chafing between her buttocks again - she tried clenching and unclenching her
buttocks, the strap stiff enough that it felt strangely exciting, rubbing
against her. Being suspended,
hanging alone and isolated, solitary in the darkness, was tiring, but also
strangely relaxing. She had nothing to
think about, no distractions, just the steadily increasing tiredness of her own
body, the muscular tremors and shakes intensifying each time. After more repetitions
than she could be bothered to count, her head sagged downwards, hair shrouding
her vision. When she tried to tense up
again, she could only hold the posture for a few moments before having to sag
again, her muscles tried and sore. And
the strap around her crotch was teasing, but didn't give enough stimulation to actually get off from!
The way the harness clung to her skin felt good though, giving her some
support and making her feel like she was in a strict and tight embrace. She sagged downwards, making an attempt at moving, but without any success. Air brushed over her body, and a moment later
she felt herself touch against the ground.
Her skin was sweat-sticky, but she was able to remove her hands from the
loops, before wriggling around to remove her ankles. Gathering herself up, she managed to stand -
her legs weren't too badly off, although her torso was aching. She grabbed the earbuds from the locker and
put them in, just as another one popped open. '...has done well. The performer will move onto the next
step. The performer will follow the
instructions provided.' With her brain feeling
numb from the exertions, Ji-Woo went to the open locker and pulled out a short
metal pole, a rubbery shaft on one end, with a ring of outward-pointing spikes
beneath it. What was she meant to do
with this? A spotlight blinked
on, illuminating a patch of ground with a circular hole on. 'I have
to make my own equipment now? I
thought you guys were meant to be super luxurious?' There was no answer,
and disobeying would probably just get her shocked, so Ji-Woo followed the
instruction, going over to the hole and screwing the pole into it. It looked like the pole could extend, with
several rings that could probably concertina in and out. 'The performer will be
rewarded.' 'Can I have some real
food?' 'The performer may
pleasure herself.' 'You could try and
sound enthusiastic! If you're a person
over there.' There was no response, as
Ji-Woo looked at the shaft atop the tube - this close, she could see that it was
clearly a dildo. A nice large one as
well! She leaned over and
spat on it, quickly lubing it up, before pulling the lower part of the harness
aside, spreading herself open and slowly lowering herself onto it in an awkward
squat. It moved upwards, pushing her
upwards with it. She tried to take it
slowly, dipping her hips, wanting to savour the moment and
also to get used to the thing, but it was unrelenting, pushing into her,
fat and full, although it did feel good. It kept pushing
upwards, until she was stood fully upright.
'Hey! I can't get myself off like this!' She couldn't bend at the knees without
driving the thing painfully deep into herself, she couldn't jump off without
impaling herself in the process, and there was no way she could dismount. It suddenly twitched inside of herself,
making her head reel. Her lips went
slack, and she could feel dribble oozing down her chin as her head sagged,
before recovering and wiping it off. She strained on top of
it - in the heels, there was no give in her legs. She tried bending over, but that just made
the sensation of being filled and stuffed even more intense, and the metal tube
didn't seem to have any latch or controls she could adjust. Ji-Woo strained on the heels, stretching
herself even higher, but it was stuffed far too deeply inside of her. It gave another
twitch, making her gasp. 'This isn't...
much of a... reward!' It felt damn good,
but she was impaled in place, without being able to rock up and down to
properly get herself off. Even turning
around was an effort, the huge dildo stretching out her insides, making her
vision fuzz. She reached up,
grabbing at two of the hanging loops, and tried to lift herself up. She was able to pull herself upwards, but the
thing moved with her, keeping her impaled and stuck, with just the tips of her
toes on the ground. 'Mppphhh...' The thing was driving all the breath from her
body, and slowly stirring her up, despite the lack of motion. Her arms couldn't bear her weight for long,
and she tried slowly lowering herself, gasping as it pushed even more deeply
into her. Was it pushing back down, or
was that her imagination? Getting her
heels back onto the ground felt like an achievement, although the stripper
heels were part of what kept her in position.
She tried lifting her buttocks with her hands, in the hope of getting
some relief that way, but to no avail.
When she tried reaching through her thighs, she could feel the
unyielding metal pillar, and the base of the dildo, but it was too solid,
without any give or any way to break it apart.
As she touched it, it
twisted around again, making her groan.
It felt so good! But just having
it lodged inside of herself wasn't enough to fully get off, although she could
feel herself starting to get wet, juices flowing down the pole. Very slowly and carefully, she tried bending
her knees, lowering herself slightly - her thigh brushed one of the
outwards-pointing spikes, and it shocked her skin, making her flinch. Her jolting movement bought her other leg
into contact with the spikes on the other side, making her dance from side to
side. Each movement made the
dildo swell and rub inside of her, huge and fat. It gave occasional stuttering movements, but
never enough to quite push her over the edge, leaving her increasingly hot and
sweaty. She tried pulling on the
harness, making it pull itself even more tightly around her body, making her
feel embraced and warm, but also pinching and scraping at her flesh. She couldn't even get the thing off, as the
metal rings pressed against her! 'Can you let me
off? I don't like this!' Despite her words, she still tried moving,
trying to get enough pressure to come.
There was no response, as the lights slowly dimmed. 'Hey!' She grunted as the
collar shocked her, her hands coming up and pulling on it, getting another
jolt, stronger this time. Ji-Woo managed
a deep breath, before forcing her hands away from the collar, trying to force
herself to smile. 'I'll be good! Just let me off. Please?' By now, the room was
pitch-black, Ji-Woo reaching up from some ceiling loops to try and give herself
something to anchor herself against, otherwise it felt as though she were going
to fall forward, despite being literally pinned into place. But there was no response, and she didn't
dare pull herself up again, not wanting to encourage the thing to push even
more deeply into her. It felt good,
filling and spreading her, and she couldn't resist slowly shifting her hips,
letting it shape and mould her inside, spreading her deep and wide, but she
couldn't move enough to properly get off. The loops suddenly
snapped tight around her wrists, keeping her arms up. She wriggled her ankles, lifting a leg in
another desperate attempt to fill herself from the thing spearing her insides,
but all that did was strain her other leg more as she unbalanced herself. She slumped, shoulders
rolling forward, and her collar snarled at her, until she returned to the
correct posture. It gave her another
rumble, as she straightened up her back, the size of the thing inside of her
making it hard to breath. It felt
massive, like it was spearing all the way up inside of her! Any movement away from what was deemed
"correct" resulted in snapping punishment, but it was getting harder and harder
to stand straight, the stripper-heels making her ankles and legs ache. The dildo was supporting her weight, key to
keeping her up! Music started to play,
and she squeaked in fear. She couldn't
dance like this! Moving her lower body
at all resulted in the awful stretching, teasing movement of the massive cock. It lowered oh-so-slightly, letting her bend
her knees, just slightly. Her collar
snapped at her again, and she tried moving, her arms at least, glad that the
harness embraced her. As long as she
kept moving, the collar wouldn't hurt her, but it was a struggle to focus, or
even to think, with the dildo inside of herself! Her music, her own
voice, kept playing in her ears, and she tried to shake the buds out, but they
were hooked over her ears, not budging.
With her arms held over her head and her pussy utterly filled, her feet
in the heels, there was no way for her to move anywhere, only to stand there in
torment and unfulfilled lust, forced into motion. She had no idea how long she had been trapped in the darkness, her body wet with sweat, the air thick with her own scent, before the cock descended. She sagged downwards, collapsing into a stupor, cooler air kissing her skin, unable to move. |