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Fingers run up and down your bound form, unbuckling each strap and lock and leaving you in the nude. The other hand takes you firmly by the chin, moving your head left and right, examining the goods - you.

Let's get you dressed. It squeaks, and you chirp. Thick rbber; pungent, unyielding, and in places rigid. It slides against your sex, anatomically allowing with slots and openings to facilitate its wear. Industrial, sublimely skintight, this single piece is tight and compressive. He runs fingers over your butt and gooses you with a charming grin.

He presses his chest and girth against you as he tugs it past your skin; bit by bit, this taut catsuit becomes one with you. Advanced polymers, Interactive bdsm stories sections and lubricant mean nothing, but he mumbles to himself. This is your uniform, your skin; as it passes your chest, sculpted nipples on the exterior mate with yours. This was custom-made just for you. He moves his fingers, rubbing your nipples with an infuriatingly stimulating rotation of this thumbs.

Four metallic bands at the ends of your legs and at your wrists snap in place. The instinct to hide overtakes you, but you don't find anywhere to hide. The empty room is sterile, bereft of cover, hiding spots, or escape. You're breathless, and among the last to be restrained by these assailants.

Your hyperventilating brain strains to hear anything at all in this smart-fabric hood. This is by far the most innocuous, the most pleasant, and the least intimidating of the rooms you've seen during your recruitment. A few electronics line the wall including a menacing silver disk in the floor, presumably for heavier asments Interactive bdsm stories it could be an entirely innocent room otherwise. Aside from you, naked, squirmy, and helpless, there are three maids. All three of them only register in your mind as 'maids' thanks to your undoubted exposure to the classic interpretations of the fetishistic 'french maid.

The two of them are both female; the one holding your arm blonde, the other brunette. Thigh-high black shiny stockings indicate PVC or similar fabric. Elegant but strict stiletto heels, pantyhose beneath the stockings, an egregiously short and obscenely tight skirt, all kept under the restrictive packaging of a corset and white maid's blouse.

The only real distinguishing feature is that the one holding you wears a thin red ball-gag between her lips. We recommend that you avoid struggling. Our division prides itself on its liberal treatment of our products and employees alike, but we do not brook disobedience. Correct, Alex? He looks ashamed, as well he ought be. It seems you've been ased to Ms.

No struggles. You'll learn to love your outfit, sixty-nine. Eventually, we'll come for you and promote you. If we can find you, that is. You're not sure how many more people this place will be 'processing' but you can't help but feel for them. Your empathy dries up when your own situation burns bright in your mind. Perhaps you imagine it, but at times you think you hear screams, at other times moans. Strange creatures or equipment seem to line halls that alternate between the industrial, the corporate, and the kinky sex club.

The room has the strained old-world decor of a retro doctor's office - complete with a retro doctor.

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He's wearing a tight-fitting lab coat and has old-fashioned movie star looks. Let's get you equipped and working! The sooner the better! The doctor cuffs them and attaches them to a hoist in the center of the room. You feel it raise, forcing you to your tip-toes; helplessly hanging by your wrists, any hope of resisting his touches is moot. The Doctor seems to take great delight in touching you. Even as he seals away your hair in Interactive bdsm stories cap, he's running his thumb over your right nipple. The hood itself has two distinct layers; one to cling to your face, and another bulbous one to give you a facelesss sheen.

Like any good drone, you'll be unique in your role and behavior, but equally rubberized. Already you feel rubber molding, melding, sealing itself together in your undersuit. The hoods, the Doctor explains, will part when commanded to, allowing others to utilize your mouth if needbe. He caps your teeth with a set of rubber covers before sliding the phallic harness into your mouth, forcing your lips to spread.

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It's erotic, immense, and dehumanizing. The material around you eyes is thin enough that you can see out as though you wore sunglasses. The rest? It's intense. Your face disappears. It's got a silky-smooth exterior, lots of curves - almost like a bubble or a mannequin doll. A heavy rubber wig is placed around your ball-hood to complete the ensemble. Your equipment seals itself together, and Drone 69 [[is born]]. The employees will being seeing quite a bit of you.

Oh, and any visitors in the lobby Empty cages on the walls do not provide much comfort.

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This story is of an adult nature, focusing on BDSM and related kinks. This interactive story is all about getting captured and getting into a very, very tight spot. Otherwise, please go elsewhere. You can rewind to story s by clicking next to the title of each. Your dreams are restless. Punches and kicks, being dragged and tossed; locks and keys. Through it all, your dreams take on a tinge of eroticism. Your sinful dreams leave you awake, but unrefreshed; aroused but unfulfilled. Your dreams are just that; dreams. You crane your neck, searching and staring.

You blink just fine; you're forced to feel your situation. You lean on an incline, like the table of Frankenstein's monster, your head above your legs but on a degree angle. Your limbs are spread-eagled into a perfect 'X' shape. Your breasts are bare to the world, and thick leather straps at your biceps, elbows, and wrists shackle you to the bed and reduce your movement to squirms. Thick leather mitts keep your hands hot and Interactive bdsm stories up. Thick rubber straps and metallic locks conspire to create something halfway between a bikini bottom and a cruel, medieval chastity belt.

The darkness starts to part. The Doctor is a little rough with you; a stern voice, a piercing gaze and some rather intense handling doesn't comfort you. The threat seems real enough, of course. It's hard to argue when you're in such peril. Hollow sleeves, a frustrating little nub around your clit However, it is, in its own way, comforting. There's no subtlety about it, but there is that arousal.

You know what they want, and now, you can feel it. The company is at least honest; MiRA was quite clear about the position. The second they're inserted, they inflate; The Doctor explains that if someone else - not you - wants to, they deflate and remove the plugs, leaving the sleeves, and leaving you ready should the two of you be in any mood for intimacy or further teasing.

Any waste will be nonexistent thanks to your new diet. To be changed monthly, this should provide you with all the sustenance you need to keep you swimming. Your mouth? It gets an inflatable plug-gag, one with a great bit valve on the outside for all to see. After massaging your wrists, they're cruelly snapped behind your back, tighter and tighter until they form a bizarre bound sleeve; each wrist against the other and your fingers interlaced into a helpless ball.

This itself is quickly sealed in a neoprene sheathe. It's bulky, skintight, and made of the rubber-like neoprene. Perfect for any diving suit, The Doctor has you step into it but leaves parts of you Interactive bdsm stories free; you have your flexibility, and can bend, swim, dive, float But judging by the dozens and dozens of internal straps, that won't be an option. Your legs are sealed in a single 'flipper,' your arms turned into a sort of shark-like dorsal fin It's tight, snug against your skin, with two tiny eyelets for vision, a hole to mate with your inflatable gag's valve, and an internal air supply.

The Doctor takes liberal time gluing it in place.

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