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Drone Training
(Melissa DuVant)
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Drone Training Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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invention. Table of Contents Chapter 3: Checklist Procedure Chapter 5: Stimulation Training Chapter 8: Coordination Training Chapter 11: Day Release (Part 1) Chapter 12: Day Release (Part 2) Digital Slave v2, Chapter
1: A Relaxing Day Thanks to all my readers! Lilanne slowly woke up, thoughts groggy. All she could see was darkness, something pressed tightly around her body. Where was she? She could remember being invited to a private meeting with the boss's wife, and then... Initiating training. Text, sharp green letters, flashed across her view, gone almost before she could read it, her eyes flicking around, seeing nothing else but darkness. She tried to move, wanting to stretch her limbs, but there was something stopping her - lines of pressure around her wrists, ankles and over her waist, holding her down. She wriggled and twisted, feeling a little give in the restraints, but not enough to break free. And there wasn't just that - her whole body was wrapped up in something, making it harder to move, something plastic kissing close against her skin. Subject is awake. Training mode Alpha initiated. Lilanne tried to speak, wanting to yell for help, but there was something in her mouth - like the breathing valve from diving, but even more intrusive, with metal around the outside, holding her mouth open. Her tongue flicked against a rubbery mouth-piece, already wet with her own spittle, and she recoiled from the taste. The subject will remain calm. The text was appearing in the middle of her view, somehow suspended in the void. Where was she? What was going on? Her head was throbbing, the darkness making her feel disorientated and nauseous, her sense of balance vague. She thought she was on her back, but it was hard to tell, everything blurry and vague. She could feel her breathing quicken and her heart race, panic starting to course through her. Had someone discovered that she'd been sleeping with the boss, and skimming money out of the company? But that still didn't explain where she was! Her writhing got more intense - now she could feel that there was padding on the insides of whatever was holding her into place, keeping the bands from biting into her skin, through whatever sheathed her body, but it at least gave her some physical sensation to focus on. Breathing controls: 3/10. She felt a resistance to her inhalation, something blocking the airflow. She had to strain her lungs harder now, to pull enough air in to sustain herself, feeling her headache get even stronger. The subject will calm herself, or
further controls will be applied. That did nothing to help Lilanne with her panic, twitching her hands and feet, encountering more resistance - something around her fingers, making their movements slower and needing more force, while her feet couldn't move at all, forced into a steep arch, like she was wearing ultra-high heels. 5/10. The resistance to her breathing got more obvious, stale air swilling around her mouth, making her thoughts blurry and painful. She tried to force herself to slow down, holding her breath despite the pain this caused her, her heartrate still fast in her chest. The darkness seemed to swell in front of her, and she felt a dizzying moment of vertigo, but managed to keep her breathing slower, 2/10. It was easier to breathe now, the resistance fading. She bit down on the thing on her mouth, feeling the metal ring push back, against the softness inside her mouth, hurting her. 1/10.
Subject is within parameters for initial training. Visual mode will be permitted. Light shone in Lilanne's eyes, making her wince and blink until her eyes adjusted. She was looking at... a small room? Smooth, white walls, and clean, bright light, like a surgical theatre. The angle was from a high corner, covering the entire room - the only thing in there was a low, narrow bed, a figure held there with thick leather straps. The figure was clearly female, their whole body swathed in tight, black latex, showing off the curve of their breasts and hips. Their head was held within a bulkier contraption, a lump over their mouth, a larger, boxy thing over their eyes. Time ticked by, Lilanne watching the figure, still trying to figure out what was going on. What was she seeing? And how was she watching it? Subject restraints will be
released. Subject is warned that poor
behavior will result in sanctions. The text flashed in front of the image, now in yellow text for a better contrast. She watched as the leather straps relaxed, the fastening points popping free. As this happened, she felt the pressure on her body fade, the lines of force stopping. Was she looking at... herself? Still feeling weak and hazy, she moved an arm, feeling resistance from whatever covered her body. The figure on the screen also lifted her/it's arm. Fear started to ooze through her - what was going on? She tried making a fist, feeling the resistance of the latex, the stuff wanting to pull her hand back open, watching it happen in third person. Initial configuration will begin. STAND UP. Her breathing was starting to increase again, an icon appearing on the side of her view. The subject must remain
calm at all times. She tried to move her arm, wanting to tear the stuff off, but felt pressure against her thighs, seeing a strap around her wrists and thighs, tying them together. She pulled against it, trying to break free, unable to twist out. The subject must remain
calm at all times. Breathing
controls will be initiated. She forced herself towards calmness, not wanting her airflow to be restricted. She could at least try and move now, slowly pushing herself upwards, watching herself from outside, feeling eerily detached. Every movement was harder than it should have been, the suit compressively tight against her skin. When she put her feet down, whatever was keeping them angled was still there, not flexing at all. This forced her onto her toes, making her stagger and lurch. Improper stance detected. A red dot blipped into existence on the right-hand side of her view. Penalty mark applied. She staggered around - she'd never been that into ultra-high heels, at least not for longer than it took to get someone into bed! And having to watch herself was disorientating, bile rising up her throat. She lurched against a wall, feeling the hardness of it against a shoulder, trying to get her balance, feeling the binding straps around her wrists and thighs compress against her skin. Eventually, she managed to stand up straight, albeit with the support of the wall. As she moved, she could feel that some parts of the suit were even tighter than others - there was something pressing in and shaping her body, giving her an exaggerated hourglass figure, but making it even harder to breathe. And now she was moving, she could feel something shoved into her butt, a lump between her buttocks, keeping her plugged. She tensed up, trying to force it out, but part of it was lodged inside of her, impossible to move. She looked up at the camera, seeing her "face" - her head was a smooth, featureless dome, with her face covered by the lumpy mass of the breathing-thing, a bulky lump over her head. There was another lump on her back, the weight distributed over her shoulders. But she still had no idea where she was or what was going on! Subject mobility 1: Passed. Subject mobility 2: Initiated. Subject will walk. It was hard even turning away from the wall - she was having to try and judge everything by the camera-view, and the heels were straining her legs already, making her body lean forward, wanting to fall. When she managed to turn around, she could then only take small steps, not trusting herself with anything longer, feeling her hips sway. The utter lack of sound was even more disorientating - why couldn't she hear her heels against the floor? It looked hard, so she should be making a clicking noise, or something, but there was nothing, just silence. But she managed to make it across the room without falling - it was only a few of the tiny, mincing steps, before she was pressing herself against the wall, feeling it compress her breasts. And now she could see something shiny between her buttocks, an industrial-looking valve. Subject mobility 1: Passed. Subject mobility 2: Passed. Subject mobility 3: Initiated. Subject will bend at the waist. A basic stick-figure diagram appeared, a simple outline going from upright to bending over. Lilanne felt frustration grow within herself - what was all of this? Her arms strained against the restraints again, making them pinch hard into her thighs, but still without any sign of breaking them. Subject will obey, or accrue additional
penalty marks. A red dot started to grow, getting larger, until Lilanne bent over, staggering a little on the heels, but managing to get her upper body fully horizontal. It made her body strain to hold the position, the red dot shrinking and then fading. Subject mobility 1: Passed. Subject mobility 2: Passed. Subject mobility 3: Passed. Subject is ready for phase 2. Her mouth tightened around the metal ring again, despite the pain this caused her. She wanted to scream! But the pressure around her body was too much, and it was hard to breathe - even without further restrictions, she was still having to strain to suck in air, something blocking it from flowing freely. And her body heat was increasing, as the latex skin-suit stopped her from perspiring properly, the heat having nowhere to go. The heels made her legs and butt tense up, reminding her constantly of whatever the thing in her butt was. Equipment start up: Initiated. Auditory function test: Initiated. A low throbbing started in her ears, making Lilanne's headache even worse, making her teeth rattle in her skull. It rapidly increased in pitch, turning into an ear-splitting whine. She wanted to clap her hands over her ears to drown it out, but couldn't move her hands enough - and her ears were bound beneath the hood anyway! She slumped against the wall, shaking her head to try and dispel the horrific noise, keening and cutting through any attempt at thought, a continuous assault. Something else appeared in front of her, but she couldn't read it through her pain. It was hard to tell when it had finished, an echo ringing and jangling even after the sound itself had finished. That had been vicious! And she still had no idea where she was or what was going on. Auditory function test: Passed. Visual function test: Initiated. Her vision flickered, then froze. She sucked in air, instinctively freezing herself. But she could still move, even though the image she was seeing wasn't moving. Her disorientation got even worse, making her feel queasy, struggling to keep her balance. Then it vanished completely, blinking out and turning into depthless black. She turned her head, desperate for some glimpse of anything in the darkness, but there was nothing there, just the black, everywhere she could see. And then an explosion of light, strong enough that it made her see the veins in her eyes, making her eyes water. As the green-purple-violet afterimages started to fade, the darkness returned. Lilanne felt entirely isolated now, her hearing and vision eliminated, leaving her just with the dulled sense of touch through the suit. She wriggled and twisted, trying to protest, wanting to scream and shout for someone to come and get her out of her! Visual function test: Passed. The images blinked back on, still at first, Lilanne freezing in confusion before it started to move, showing her actual movements again, and she let out a sigh of relief. Even this was better than being completely blinded, utterly exposed and vulnerable. Respiratory function test: Initiated. 10% 20% 30% As the counter increased, her chest got tighter, and she had to suck harder and harder to draw air through whatever was over her face. She could see her own chest heaving, breasts pushing against the latex, as she fought the blockage. 40% 50% Her chest was hurting now, and she struggled again, twisting her shoulders, feeling the latex resist her. It stuck and clung, imprisoning her completely, every inch of her skin completely sealed away, unable to touch anything without it dulling her senses. Sparks started to burst across her vision, and she had to suck down long and desperate breaths. 60% Was the count-up taking longer now? As she was slumped against the wall, barely moving, it was hard to tell how much time was moving - and that was if the image was updating properly as well! 70% What would happen at 100%? She needed air! But she was getting weaker and weaker, slumping against the wall, slowly sliding downwards. 80% Darkness was creeping in at the edge of her vision, and when she blinked the counter had flashed up to 100%. When she breathed in now, it was purely stale air, making her lungs burn, her head getting fuzzy. She shook her head around in frustration and pain, trying to force air through the blockage somehow. She couldn't take much more of this! Respiratory function test: Passed. Air rushed back in, dispelling some of the pain. Shock function test: Initiated. The log of messages was still present along the right-hand side of her view. Level 1 shock. A flare of pain seared into her neck, making her tense and twitch, barely moving thanks to the enforced weakness of the asphyxiation. Level 2 shock. She shook her head in desperation, not wanting more pain, but there was no way to stop it, an even greater electrical shock jangling her neck, this one afflicting her torso as well, forcing her belly to cramp and tense. It was like being punched, a strong impact that slammed into her, leaving her slumped against the wall, partially hunched over. Level 3 shock. This one seemed to set her entire body on fire - not just her neck and belly, but along her arms and legs as well, forcing her into a full-body spasm, twitching around like she was having a seizure. Shock function test: Passed. Should the subject show disobedience,
higher levels will be utilized. Nutrition function test: Initiated. Another diagram appeared. This one showed the same basic stick-figure as before, but on it's knees. A prong appeared in front of it, the circular head moving forward, the prong overlapping the head. Disobedience will be punished. The subject will approach the nutrition tube. One of the wall-panels slid aside, a black, rubbery-looking prong sliding out. From the camera-angle, Lilanne couldn't see any further details. She was curled up on the floor not far from the prong, still gulping for air, feeling the aftereffects of the shocks still. What would the punishment be? It took effort, but she managed to pull herself up onto her knees, glad at least to be off her feet and the high heels, dragging herself towards the tube. Now that she was moving, she could feel the weight of the thing on her head, the bulkiness of the lump over her eyes. But whatever covered her feet shifted, cooler air sliding into her mouth, which she gratefully sucked down. Her own head made it hard to see what was going on, blocking her from seeing the shaft. And the ring was still in her mouth, preventing her closing it. She had to twist and turn her head until she found it, before pulling her head back and starting to slide it along the shaft. It was coated with some gel, a medicinal taste flooding her mouth. It was a fat, wide lump, her tongue sliding along the underside, continuing to push her head forward. And then it spurted out a creamy paste. She had to swallow it down or choke on it, feeling cold slime flow over her tongue, making her shudder. It tasted vaguely sweet, but had no specific flavor, clearly some synthetic goop being forced on her. The shaft kept pumping away, as an indicator bar filled up in front of her. When it finished, something around her neck buzzed and vibrated. She felt the shaft withdraw, sliding away between her lips, and then the breathing restriction was in place again, her headpiece returning to its original form. Initial configuration complete. Subject will be put into lockdown mode
until training facilities are ready. Lilanne tried to shake her head in protest, but it was too late - her vision went dark, stranding her in the void again. She curled up in the fetal position, thankful at least for the small amount of contact she had with herself, desperately hoping for the light to return. Light blinked on again, Lilanne being shown herself again, glad for any form of sensory input, any release from unceasing silent darkness. Even though she'd been able to feel herself, and the hard floor beneath herself, having nothing else had made her feel like she was empty, floating in some void. The subject will progress to the
training room. Her collar buzzed, the thing vibrating, reminding her of how she could be hurt. She scrabbled to her feet as fast as possible, swaying on the heels, feeling slightly grimy beneath the latex, her own sweat having pooled beneath the suit, now flowing downwards. She still had no idea where she was, or what was going on! She wanted to tear the damn suit off, flexing her fingers against the suit, feeling it resist her. And the rest of it was even tighter - whatever was compressing her chest was tight and stiff, making it hard to properly turn and move, compressing her lungs. It was similar across her shoulders, pulling them backwards, making it more of a strain to move freely. As soon as she was standing, she staggered slightly, before a wall-panel opened up. This one was a door, although she couldn't see anything outside, the camera angle not allowing it. Was she meant to go through? But she had no idea what - or who - might be there! Her mouth tightened around the metal ring, fear growing within her chest. Had she been kidnapped? Low static throbbed and hissed against her ears, threatening to disrupt her thoughts, seeping into her. Shaking her head to try and dispel it made her acutely aware of the collar, a heavy and thick band around her neck. The subject will progress to the training room. A red light blinked on, above the one from earlier. She had two now - what did that mean? How many was she allowed? Did she want to find out? She moved towards the opening, on the edge of her external view. It was hard even aligning herself properly with the opening, having to try and judge it from the weird angle, and she took small, shuffling steps, poking with her toes, in case there was a step or bump on the threshold. Lilanne could see herself stepping out of view, vanishing from her own vision, into the unknown. An arrow appeared in front of her, a right-angled turn, overlaid on the now-empty room. She turned 90 degrees to the right, still taking small and pathetic steps forward. The ground beneath her felt hard and solid - but she had no idea what it was made of. The arrow straightened, and she kept moving, trying to keep straight, not wanting to bump into a wall. The static hiss continued to sound into her ears, the only sound she could hear. Being isolated from even the sounds of her footsteps was strangely upsetting - it was like she barely even existed, unable to make any sounds or exert any presence within the world. Someone could be right next to her, and she'd never know! The thought made her shiver, twisting her hips uncomfortably, her legs and butt tense from the high heels. Her breath caught with every stop, with the constant fear that she was about to walk into something, but there were no obstacles, and so she kept moving. Cardiac exercise is required. The subject will be assessed for
fitness. Success will bring rewards,
failure will be penalized. Lilanne wanted to shake her head, to deny this, but fear kept her moving, coiling in her stomach, fat and heavy. She could still see the empty room, the superimposed arrow twisting slightly to keep her walking straight ahead, her calves aching. Sitting down would be nice, after these stupid fucking heels! The ground beneath her feet suddenly changed - something softer and springier, moving a little as she stepped onto it. Her hands were still strapped to her thighs, keeping her slightly off-balanced, even as she walked forward. The thing beneath her started to move, rolling backwards, making Lilanne sway, trying to adjust for the movement. She leaned forward, getting a little faster. A number appeared above her red marks - 1.8. What was that, a score? She wanted to see, not be held in this torture-suit! Target speed: 3.5. The number increased to 1.9, and she felt the belt get faster. She could manage, but the heels were making it hard! And then there was a change around her waist, something pulling upwards a little. Not knowing what it was made her shiver again - had someone just attached something to her? Or was it somehow fully automated? Where was she? This whole thing felt like some vast machine she was being plugged into, being transformed into just another cog. 2.1. A little faster now - she had a better feeling for it, able to keep up, supports on her waist, coming down from above. Was there a ceiling? She could be outdoors, for all she knew! The effort and strain was starting to get to her though, her legs warming up, sweat making the second skin of the latex even stickier. She mis-stepped, one of her feet off-center, and would have twisted her ankles if the boots hadn't been so stiff. Lilanne slid backwards, just a step or two, and then a hard surface slapped against her buttocks. The suit offered no protection, and she tensed up in pain, sucking in air, her mouth tightening around the metal ring. Her ass throbbed from the impact, a hot flare of pain rippling through her. What had even hit her? Or had it been a person? Was someone stood right behind her, ready to slap her again? The tightness around her chest and waist, and the thing over her mouth, was making it hard to breathe, as the effort continued to take a toll. And the speed had increased again without her noticing, up to 2.6! She was having to almost trot, unable to continue with the small steps, at least without risking sliding backwards, and getting hit again. She'd never been spanked before - the pain was bright and hot on her skin, still seeping into her body. Lilanne stumbled backwards, feeling the strain in her calves. Even as she did so, she winced, just before she was struck again. Was it harder this time, or was it because her skin had already been softened? And then another impact, and she could feel her buttocks deforming under the strike. As she sucked in air from the pain, there was the faint resistance to the airflow again - she could feel her breathing bounce against the inside curve of the mask or whatever it was. She tried to walk as fast as she could - the sheer height of the heels made her hips sway of their own accord, dragging on the straps holding her in place. The treadmill beneath her forced her to keep walking, without any chance to try and move to the side - and she had no idea how wide the belt even was! 2.7. Audio-visual mode engaged. Subject reaction will be monitored. Her vision altered, although the icons and speed reading remained. It went black, making her feel dizzy again, before light returned - and sound. Feminine gasping, rhythmic and breathless, accompanied by a regular slapping noise, skin-on-skin. Now she could see a woman's face, eyes flickering on the edge of pleasure, her mouth warped around a rubber ballgag strapped between her lips. A metal band was around her neck, holding her down, a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. All Lilanne could see was the woman's face, a thrill of sympathetic desire rushing through her, the latex snug and tight against her slit. And it was tight against her nipples as well, kissing close against them, as they hardened, against her will. Another set of measurements and gauges appeared, lines flickering around, numbers shifting up and down - were those her pulse and respiration rates? How closely was she being monitored? The feeling was eerie and invasive - although not quite as bad as the throbbing pain in her buttocks, but still creepy. After a short time, the video changed. Now it showed a pert pair of buttocks, female again, bent over and poking out of a wooden framework, legs held spread with a metal pole. Her skin was pale, buttocks tense, and then something flicked, too fast to properly see, but leaving a bright red welt on the white skin. Lilanne gasped, regretting it immediately, her own buttocks throbbing and aching. She was hot and sore now, her lungs starting to burn, her legs needing rest. Another flick, another welp, and a pained whimper. Why was she being forced to watch this sort of thing? She only slept with people if it was useful for her in some way! Her own backside stung with sudden pain again as she was struck again, the heat of her soft skin intensifying. Even after the impact, it still hurt, the throbbing spreading into her body. She'd never been hit before, not like this! Why was this happening? What was happening? The speed ticked over again, increasing to 3.1 - it was getting harder and harder to keep up, her ankles starting to flare with pain, the soreness of being bent into the high position making them ache. Her view flickered again - now it was another female torso, this one spreadeagled onto a padded bench, limbs spread wide, head concealed within a smooth-plated metal box. A dildo on a metal shaft was pumping in and out of her, sliding in and out of her wet slit. Muted whines came out of the box, the limbs tensing and writhing. She could see her own pulse increase, as her body was forced to work harder, and without being distracted by the sexual images flashed in front of her. Each step made her ankles ache more, her buttocks forced taut by the high-heels, making the spanking-pain even worse. It hurt, and her skin was compressed beneath the latex, the stuff far too tight, reminding her of her presence with every movement she made. More sweat was oozing from her skin, trickling down her body, gathering at her waist, some flowing down her legs, squishing against her feet, making her feel dirty and sticky. Even as her breathing and heartrate increased, she was getting closer and closer to the target speed. How much longer could she maintain this? Her legs were already weakening, and she was spanked again as she slowed, forced into an awkward trot, now seeing another image of a bound and spread woman, pussy getting filled with a thrusting dildo. She staggered backwards, buttocks on fire from the impacts, a red tint splashing over the video she was being shown. The things attached to her hips started to pull upwards, making her feel lighter, almost weightless, just the tips of her toes scuffing against the ground. And then she was off the ground completely, legs still moving, but without any traction. Training failed. Punishment will begin. Respiratory functions: 50%. She was panting already, before finding resistance, gagging and gasping for air. A moment later, her buttocks were struck again, hard enough to make her rock forward in the air, desperately fighting for any sense of control. But she was held up in the air, not touching the ground, swinging from her hips. And burning fog was starting to seep into her head, her thoughts getting vague from the lack of air. She tried to shake her head, wanting to try and get whatever was blocking her breathing off, but it completely enveloped her head, not shifting at all as she moved. And the collar made it hard to even move her head, resisting her movements! Disobedience will be punished. The sounds in her ears changed to pained gasps and moans - they could have been her own, for all she could tell, or just another recording. The paddle-spanks were merging together into a constant beat of pain, slapping against her defenseless body, and she couldn't do anything about it, not even protest or complain. All she could do was suffer, the twisting and kicking of her legs doing nothing except making her body shake and twist around a little, but not enough to evade the paddle-strikes. In the end, she went limp, too drained and choked to keep moving, just accepting the beating, her ass throbbing with vicious heat from the repeated strikes. She could feel tears down her face, before they pooled against the bottom of some seal, pressed tight against her face - that, at least, did something to help ground her, making her feel more "real", although it did nothing to ease the pain. Even after the spankings stopped, she was still suspended in the air, hearing orgasmic groans of pleasure and pain, backside in pain, her legs sore. Subject has not met expectations. Additional calibration required. What did that mean? Subject will be prepared for processing. Respiratory functions: 30%. Desperate pain seared her lungs, and Lilanne could feel her eyes bulging, as she tried to breathe. The agony from her backside flowed up her spine, merging with the choking fuzz in her chest, every part of her fading into hot torment. It was like she was being choked, forced into unconsciousness in the most brutal way possible, as her legs kicked and flailed, without making contact with anything! The collar felt like a noose, tight and heavy around her throat, her struggles weakening, her body slowly going limp. As she succumbed to unconsciousness, the last thing she was aware of was another image, of a woman's body, her face slack-jawed with pleasure, a cock plunging deep into her pussy, cum exploding outwards. As the collar shocked her, the woman moaned loudly and passionately, before she fell into the tortured darkness, forced into it by the lack of air. About the Author and Artist 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 v2 Preview, Chapter One: A Relaxing Day Day XXX of Subject's Training Charlotte struggled against her bonds, a moment of frenzied strength surging through her, desperately yanking on the restraints that bound her arms. At this stage, even the snipping pressure of metal cuffs on her wrists would have been a relief, but her carer had been "kind", and padded cuffs spread the pressure so she couldn't move to harm herself, reducing the sensation and strain she could put onto her body in any way. She mewed through the gag, the rubber lump in her throat making it impossible to form any coherent words. Her vision was blurred and reduced to a constant white glow, the lenses on her face making the world a soft nothingness. The pressure on her body, every inch of her, was constant, the latex binding her, pressing and shaping her form. To start with it had been a comfort, but now it was a prison, strict and unrelenting. With a sob, she pulled on her arms again, trying to feel something. She could feel that she was suspended, held on her back, but her weight was cunningly spread, supported between her waist, wrists and ankles, limbs held spread and not allowing more than the slightest movement. The only part of her that could feel was her crotch; a hot, sopping mass of sensation. Something brushed against it, a solid warmth, easily slipping inside of her. She fought against her bindings, the empty white noise turning to harsh needles of sound, warnings to desist, warnings she ignored. She wanted to move, to get free, to get off, to be allowed pleasure on her own terms. As she struggled, the thing in her crotch twisted and writhed, shifting and twisting inside of her. She mewed again, wanting to get off, but knowing there would be consequences. She couldn't fight it much longer! Then there was a touch, a real, human, touch, against her face, something she could feel even through the latex hood. Fingers plucked at her face, the blurring eye-shields getting removed. The white, clinical light stung her eyes, tears blurring her vision. A young woman was looking back at her, tousled hair above her own latex bodysuit. 'Again?' Charlotte tried to grunt commandingly through her gag, wanting to command and order, as she usually did, as she was used to doing. Set her free! Instead the girl looked at her with concern, adjusting the gag, the protrusion sliding further into her throat, bringing tears to her eyes. 'You seem quite resistant. I'm sorry, but we'll need to increase you to stage five. I've had the helpers lined up already, so we can begin straight away.' Charlotte tried to twist, to shake her head. Helpers? For what? A warning buzz sounded. 'Please be careful, you know what happens.' That was all the warning she got as she was jolted, an electrical current burning her neck, her vision going hazy from pain this time. 'I think one of the special sessions again. Those seem to make you more receptive.' Charlotte's eyes went wide in fear and she would have shaken her head if she was allowed that much movement. Not those! Her body still ached from the last one, pain and degradation mixed with a deep, throbbing yearning in her pussy, a hateful, confusing mass of thoughts and emotions. 'You did sign up for this course of treatment. Now, will you behave?' Charlotte twisted and wriggled, desperately trying to free herself, feeling the latex binding her, without any hope of release. She didn't want this! She wanted to be set free! The girl shook her head regretfully. 'I'm sorry then, I'm upgrading your therapy.' She tapped her tablet again, more electricity snapping into Charlotte's neck. Her consciousness started to fade, her last vision a set of VR goggles getting securely strapped over her eyes, her vision and hearing being replaced with whatever her captors wished her to see. For now, it was deep, abyssal darkness, but she could still feel, as hands grabbed her thighs, a cock sliding into her. She knew if she came, it would only set back her treatment, but it felt so good, as her mind melted into orgasmic bliss, her body suspended and powerless, unable to resist, as they came, hot cum shooting into her. Then there was another person, then another and another, using her body, her mind utterly lost... Prior to
Subject's Containment 'This is a demonstration of what I can offer.' Charlotte turned her head, the view shifting around her, a brilliantly blue sky above a golden beath, bronzed and toned swimmers walking about, water trickling down their bodies. The vision zoomed in on a man, his toned chest, her eyes dropping down, noting the slight bulge in his tight shorts with approval. 'The technology is impressive, as I'm sure you can see.' She turned her head from side to side, hoping that the others were watching as well, then made a quick double-shake motion. The sounds of the beach suddenly vanished, to be replaced by throbbing bass, the sunlight replaced by darkness and strobing lights. She reflexively flinched backwards as dancers thrust their hands in the air, the deep bass of house music rumbling into her ears. She could feel it shaking through her body, just like at an actual club, a nearby dancer wearing nothing but a mesh sleeve and body-paint glowing under the UV light. It helped to distract her a little from the throbbing headache that haunted her virtually all the time now. She reached up to the goggles, sufficiently lightweight and padded that it was easy to forget they were being worn and slid her fingers along until she found a button, then clicked her nail against it. Her own company could supply the imaging tech, but the headpieces would make it a lot more viable. The vision and sound vanished, and she was looking at a meeting room again, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the harsh electric light, looking at those she was demonstrating too, trying to read their expressions, hoping that they would go along with her. This might be just what she needed! At least if she could get it cheaply enough - her cash reserves were virtually gone right now. She smiled across the table at the company representative, or possibly owner - the introductions had been a little rushed and vague, and twisted around, making sure that her best angle was shown. But he was quite handsome, and the patents he represented... Well, if she could get those, then she would have a secure hold of the market. And it would get her out of the financial problems she was in. 'I think it would be a profitable merging.' She stretched out beneath the table, running her foot up his leg, noticing the spark of interest in his eyes. 'Lisa, why don't you show him some of the documentation?' Her assistant, Lisa, was dressed in her usual slutty office-wear, her skirt so tight that it was obvious she wasn't wearing anything underneath, her blouse showing the lace edging of her bra. She approached him, leaning in close, rubbing her breasts against him; he smiled even more widely, but didn't seem too distracted, at least not yet, as he answered. 'Your terms do seem rather excessive - it appears you are requesting complete control, without putting anything of your own up in exchange, or even much money. While you do control a number of other useful patents, you aren't in much of a position to deploy anything.' As Lisa pushed up against him, she pushed her foot higher up his leg. 'Soon I'll have seed money and can then commence an actual release.' He was definitely enjoying looking at Lisa, and Charlotte glared at her, hoping to keep her focused on being obedient and slutty. 'I have heard certain rumors that you are having cashflow issues, although this is scarcely the time or place to discuss it. But I think more negotiations may be needed.' He pulled out his phone and pressed a button, the door swinging open a few seconds later. Another woman walked in - she must be his secretary, and probably his fuck-toy as well, from how she was dressed; her skirt barely covering her backside, garter-straps visible on her legs. Her eyes were strangely vacant and blank though, seemingly staring into nothingness. 'Sophia, kindly fetch the sample set for Miss Powell.' The woman didn't respond, just bobbed her head in acknowledgment, before walking to a cabinet on the wall. Around her neck was a heavy metal necklace, high and tight, forcing her to keep her neck extended at all times. It must make it hard to look around - maybe it was a medical device? Although it looked ornamental, albeit in a fairly brutal, industrial way. 'You'll have to excuse her, she's still being broken in. She tries hard though, despite her limitations.' The woman walked past, 4-inch heels making her backside sway from side to side, Charlotte trying to ignore the taut lines of her butt. 'I think you're making a mistake - this could be a wonderful relationship.' If he was fucking her, then trying to seduce him would be hard work, although he definitely seemed to be noticing Lisa. 'I prefer a rather more, ah, controlling position in my relationships.' The woman swayed back, quietly placing a box on the table, before kneeling on the ground next to him, her face still blank and passive. He sighed, then tapped her on the head. 'Go and wait in my office, Sophia.' An expression rose on her face, a flash of fear that quickly vanished behind the bland placidity before she rose and walked away. Was that a flash of steel on her wrists, from beneath the sleeves of her blouse? She certainly had odd tastes in jewelry - it looked like there were chunky metal bands on her ankles, above the straps holding her heels on. Well, he could at least inspire fear in his subordinates, but she would somehow have to persuade him to give in still. 'You certainly have an attractive assistant.' 'Sophia? Oh, she was hand-picked. But more of a simple secretary than anything else - she got a little too stressed sometimes and so I try to keep her on simple tasks, otherwise she falls to pieces. Perhaps you would like a position under me?' He looked at her, shifting his legs so that her foot could slide up his legs, towards his groin. 'I prefer to be in charge myself.' She twisted her foot, lightly spiking his leg with her own heel, before withdrawing. 'Far preferable to being on the bottom.' He hid whatever discomfort he felt from her heel, taking the box and opening it up. 'A few gifts for you. It seems you've had something of a rough year, so a few things to help you relax. I have a few friends that manage a relaxation facility. Very confidential, it might help.' She managed to keep a smile on her face despite his barb - who else knew? She'd managed to keep most of the details hidden at least, keep just enough cashflow to keep everything together. All she needed was a little more money, a little more time! If he would just sign, then everything would be resolved. But she kept smiling and accepted the gifts, before standing herself and shaking his hand. 'We'll have to continue these discussions another time.' His grasp was strong, although at least he wasn't enough of a dick to forcefully crush her hand, just giving it a firm squeeze. 'Oh yes, most certainly. I hope to be making some new acquisitions soon.' He was taller than she was, even in her heels (although they were an inch or more less than his secretary's had been), and well-built, clearly able to go to the gym, or afford a personal trainer. 'I have other meetings to attend, but Lisa here can answer any questions. She can be very... attentive.' Lisa shot her a worried look, Charlotte glaring back and laying a hand on her shoulder, before whispering into her ear. 'Do whatever you can. I know you've fucked half the office anyway, what's one more?' She dug her nails into the woman's shoulder, hard enough to draw out a hiss of pain. He nodded. 'Of course. I'm sure we can have a long and useful conversation.' 'Excellent. Then, sadly, I will leave you to it, as I have other duties to tend to.' She made her exit, taking the gifts with her, walking back through his offices. The door to his office was shut, but through the dark glass she could dimly see his secretary, stood by his desk, staring into nothingness. Was the woman crazy or something? Or just exceptionally well-trained? The assistant at the door was just as attractive, but seemed more aware, smiling at her as Charlotte handed in her badge and left. Day 0 of
Containment Charlotte approached the facility with a confident stride despite the throbbing in her head - it was a quietly anonymous office building, surrounded by others that were much the same, several car parks for the employees, a few people coming and going. Still, she put sunglasses on, large ones that covered half her face, as she strode through the carpark, heels clicking against the tarmac. Her phone rang, buzzing against her body as she advanced. 'What is it?' There was a static squawking from the other end of the line. Charlotte sighed. 'You need to get this sorted. Today! I left explicit instructions - if you can't follow them, you're not worth the time, or the money. Get it sorted by the time I'm back, or don't bother coming in again. Am I clear, Lisa?' There was a pause, and then an exhausted-sounding agreement. Well, if they couldn't keep up, then they shouldn't have taken the job. She'd come back from her meeting with that man looking exhausted, so had probably been fucked by him, but without managing to seal the deal. Charlotte flicked through the messages she'd received while travelling here, quickly sending responses where needed, before looking at the plan of the companies located here. From the names alone, it was almost impossible to tell what any of the companies did, but the one she was looking for had a logo of an aqua-blue spiral; appropriate, for the services they offered. Double doors slid open as approached, an attractive receptionist looking at her with a smile. 'I have an appointment?' She didn't want to give her name, just in case someone found out. The receptionist smiled at her and lent forward, showing a generous amount of cleavage as she picked up a phone and dialed into one of the companies. 'Yes, there's someone here. Yes, thank you.' She hung up. 'Someone will be with you shortly. Please take a seat.' Charlotte wasn't used to being commanded but took the proffered seat, ignoring the stack of magazines on the side. As she sat down, she pulled out her phone, checking through her work messages, just in case something had happened. Let's see... the latest deal was almost signed off, as long as Lisa didn't fuck it up. And the new guy seemed to be fitting in OK. She had to manage virtually everything herself, otherwise it always went wrong, even the best were barely adequate! She was pulled away from hitting refresh and seeing if anything new had come in by the approach of a woman. She was dressed like a scientist, a severe white lab coat around her trim body, and in short heels. She had neatly-trimmed black hair, almost ruler-sharp lines from chin level slanting backwards towards the base of her skull. Her eyes were cold and sharp - even compared to some of the dealmakers and powerful entrepreneurs Charlotte had dealt with, this one seemed intense and focused, almost dangerous. And beneath the lab coat... Charlotte tried to see what she was wearing, something black and shiny. And was she wet? There was a slight whiff of saline in the air. Around her neck was a heavy and chunky choker of burnished gold, with a silver ring over her throat. The chill effect was little diminished by her smile and her extension of a hand in greeting. Charlotte took it, immediately feeling a powerful grip take her hand and squeeze. She met it, staring back, the woman's eyes like chips of ice. It took Charlotte a moment to realize that the woman was actually shorter than she was, her presence making her seem larger than she was. They remained locked in position, Charlotte trying to exert her own dominance. It was a challenge, the woman's gaze unwavering, until they both looked away simultaneously. The woman spoke, her voice clear and curiously unaccented, as though she had been scrubbed clean of any origin or background. 'Good afternoon. If you would follow thi... me, then the facilities are this way.' Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away, leaving Charlotte little choice but to follow. They headed up some stairs to a long landing, with a heavy door at the end. The woman swiped a keycard across a security device, locks popping open. Inside was a large open space with industrial-looking vats between metal gantries. But everything was well-lit, the walls painted white, leafy plants at regular distances, vaguely abstract paintings helping to break up the metal. The few people she could see were all dressed like spa staff, with masks covering their mouths, short tunics, the women bare-legged, the men in loose cotton trousers. From a room somewhere came a deeply satisfied sigh, cut off by the closing of a door. She checked her phone again, almost by reflex, but there was no reception. 'Such distractions are not permitted in this place.' Without access to the continual flow of information, she felt both crippled and free; who knew what might be happening? But for once, she couldn't do anything about it, and it was a strange release not having to worry every minute, every moment. 'No-one will know I'm here, will they?' If word got out that she was at a place like this, then her reputation would be shattered. 'There is complete confidentiality for all guests. This way.' As they passed other members of staff, all of them dipped their heads, so deep they were almost bowing. Charlotte let herself be led into a small office, with a small desk and two chairs. The woman sat behind the desk and pulled out a computer tablet and turning it on. 'You understand the services thi... we offer?' The woman seemed to have some odd speech impediment, almost stuttering, or correcting herself all the time. 'Yes.' She held the tablet up, showing advertising material - massage tables, relaxed-looking people being cared for by the staff, all of whom had masks covering their mouths. 'During your stay, you will be looked after and tended to. Every need will be met. But you must sign this.' She pulled up some legal documentation. 'Some can find the experience overwhelming.' Charlotte bit her lip. This was the moment of truth; if she signed then there was no backing out. It had been amongst the usual free garbage - a company that offered complete relaxation and isolation. She needed a break - she hadn't had more than a day off ever since founding her company. It was burning her out, and surely the useless shits could manage without her for three days? Every day, it seemed, she had to discipline her staff, getting them to behave properly, just to do their jobs! She sighed, then signed. The woman smiled at her, looking slightly less cold. 'Excellent. You will be prepared. Would you prefer to be tended upon by men or women?' Charlotte flushed. She'd never even thought of something like that! Was this that sort of place? Some confusion must have shown on her face, as the woman spoke. 'Some have a marked preference in who tends to them.' 'I, um, don't mind.' 'Very well. Please be aware that some elements of the process can result in intense sexual hallucinations. And that until your treatment is complete, you will be out of contact with the outside world. Are all your affairs in order?' Charlotte paused, mentally going through the list of tasks she had to do every day. Her hand reflexively went to get her phone, before remembering that there was no reception. It was like having part of her mind severed, chunks of her memory vanishing along with the connectivity. A slight dizziness overcame her, a moment of vertigo as she was forcibly disassociated from everything she had built up, but then she steeled herself. 'Yes, I believe so.' The woman pressed a buzzer and the door opened again, a young woman entering - she was dressed like a spa assistant, mouth covered by a surgical mask, black eyeliner highlighting her large, dark eyes. 'This one will look after you.' They bowed, eyes downcast, gesturing at the door, then holding it open, and leading Charlotte to a changing room, with wooden benches, lockers and number plastic trays. Several of the lockers were sealed, although not many. Before she could do anything, the girl reached out and brushed her shoulders, tugging at her suit jacket. 'It's tailored, be careful!' The woman responded so quietly Charlotte could barely hear her. 'My apologies, madam.' 'Just be careful! It's worth more than you are.' She held her arms up, allowing the suit jacket to be removed. She was glad to see it get hung up with the care it deserved, hangers in place for such an occasion. Underneath she wore a creamy silk blouse, ruffles down the center, pearl buttons hidden amongst them. The woman stepped close in, eyes down, as she unbuttoned the top, fingers moving swiftly and dexterously. She smelt of soap, clean and medicinal, her hair brushing against Charlotte's shoulders as the blouse was removed. Charlotte had never been much interested in women, preferring male companionship on the rare occasions she could find time, and a partner that was suitably submissive. Men had a tendency to imagine they should be in charge, instead of obeying and tending to her needs! But it was flattering to have a personal attendant, rather than having to do everything by herself. The woman's hands were smooth and dexterous, carefully removing the blouse and folding it into a numbered basket. It was like a prison, an occupant's possessions being taken away until they were released, although far fancier. Underneath the blouse, she was wearing a bra, which the attendant unclipped and removed. The air was warm enough that she was quite comfortable, removing her slimline pencil skirt, revealing her stockings beneath. She sat down on the bench and slipped off her heels, feeling diminished as she did so, losing several inches of height all at once. The woman knelt in front of her, eyes still downcast, like an ancient servant bowing before their master. Charlotte extended a leg and the woman reached out, fingers carefully unclipping her stockings then rolling the material down her leg. Her movements were smooth and polished, fingers gentle against Charlotte's skin as the fabric was tugged away. As she allowed herself to be stripped, Charlotte looked around at the items of clothing here - all clearly expensive, a sleek black dress hanging there. Had someone come from a night out? But it bespoke well of the place, and the woman's fingers were soft and warm as her other stocking was removed. Now all she was wearing was a suspender belt and a thong. Those she could remove herself, quickly removing the scant fabric. Without her heels, she felt weaker, and was definitely smaller, the tiled floor chill beneath her. Without a word, the assistant rose and bowed, then stepped away with a graceful stride, Charlotte following. She was led into another chamber, like a clean room, the air moist and warm. There was a massage table here, although it was a strange one, with leather straps in place that could restrain limbs. She laid down on the surface, grooves in the wood holding her limbs. There was a spurt of liquid as the woman started to massage her, fingers kneading deep, washing tension from Charlotte's body. Whatever oil she was using clung to Charlotte's skin, a slight chemical odor as it slid onto her body, making her slippery and warm. She tried to relax, to keep the thoughts of what might be happening to her business from her mind. It was almost time for sign-off. Wait, what about the W1AB? She must have tensed, the woman pressing down on her to keep her in position. She needed to check it had been done right! She forced herself against the hands and managed to push herself up and stand, heading for the door, wanting, needing to check. She reached the door and tried pushing it open, but it refused to budge. She pushed harder, hearing metal rattle, the bolt of a lock shifting against the frame. 'My apologies, madam.' The woman's voice was louder now. Charlotte made her voice commanding. She needed to check! 'Let me out. Now!' 'My apologies, madam.' It sounded exactly the same as the last time she had said it, although even louder now, almost normal conversation level. Those eyes, dark and beautiful, looked at her, before glancing down again, the woman tapping at a touchpad on the wall. 'You can't keep me locked in here!' Without her, who knew what her staff were fucking up? She pulled on the door again, the thing sliding open. She strode forward, bumping into someone, a brief flash of gleaming red, followed by a startled 'owwww!' as they fell over. She looked down at them - it was a young woman, her body sheathed in gleaming red latex that highlighted every curve of her body. Over the top, she wore a lab coat, the white and the red in stark contrast. She rubbed her butt, looking up at Charlotte in confusion before standing, still blocking the way. A mass of tousled brown hair and large circular glasses made an odd mixture with the latex, somewhere between 'fetish model' and 'late-to-work nerd'. She smiled at Charlotte, stepping close to her, forcing her to stand back. The door slid shut again, the click of the lock clearly audible. 'Good morning, madam. I'm Emma - what seems to be the problem here?' 'I need my phone. I need to check something, it's very important!' The woman, Emma, stepped forward again, forcing Charlotte to move backwards, her legs bumping against the massage table. She made soothing sounds, as though trying to calm a dog or cat. 'Shhh, shhh. Now, you have come here to relax? Miss...' She raised her arm, where a smartphone was sheathed on her wrist, tapping something in. 'Miss Charlotte Powell? Yes, I see you have agreed to the three-day course. Very good.' 'Yes, but I just need to...' The woman stepped forward again, a brush of her shoulder forcing Charlotte to sit down. She leaned over Charlotte, brushing strands of hair off Charlotte's forehead. 'Please, relax. Beginning the process in a poor mental state can have negative effects.' The latex was dry and slick, a strange sensation, as the fingers slowly traced down Charlotte's chest. 'Calm thoughts, deep breaths.' 'My apologies, madam.' The attendant had taken a position along the wall, hands crossed in front of her, looking entirely passive, eyes still strangely flat. Charlotte obeyed, forcing the panic down, letting herself be patted on the head, feeling slightly better, despite how patronizing it seemed. 'Do you feel better now? If so, then we can get you prepped.' She gave Charlotte a hug, breasts squishing against Charlotte's body, latex coming away smeary with whatever oil had been rubbed onto Charlotte. 'This way.' 'But... I need...' She got hugged again, latex hands stroking down her bare back, pushing her into the next room. They separated, more smears now visible on the glossy red latex. The light in here was low and soothing, a soft amber that blurred details, but she could see tall lockers, holding bodysuits, heavy helmets and ridged tubes. 'First we need to make sure to track your vitals.' A collar clicked into place around her neck, something on the inside expanding to push against her skin. 'You must be here to relax. Everything will be fine; you don't need to worry.' Charlotte took a deep breath, then pushed it out, trying to force herself to relax. It was only three days, surely they could manage for that long. The woman squirted more liquid onto her hands, smearing it along her fingers. 'Normally, it's easier if this is already done, but since you're here, may as well do it now! Sit down, and I'll do your legs.' Charlotte had to push a harness out of the way, something that looked like it could be used to suspend someone in the air while they were geared up, if they fell asleep during the massage or similar. The liquid getting rubbed onto her legs was clinging and slightly oily, her bare legs soon gleaming under the gentle light. She was feeling more relaxed already, as Emma fetched one of the suits - this one was glossy black, looking sexually domineering rather than relaxing. The legs were partially bound together, the two of them having to work together to get it on, Charlotte unable to get her legs more than an inch or so apart as it inched up her body, clinging tightly to her skin. 'We find it helps guests relax. Don't worry, you won't need to move once you're fully in. And we wouldn't want you to hurt yourself by bumping against the edge.' She was carefully pulling the material up Charlotte's leg, bit by bit. The stuff was pleasingly tight, like being embraced all over her entire body, and this place would surely take good care of her. It reached her knees, then her thighs, each leg separate but bound. She wobbled slightly, having her knees together making keeping her balance hard. Emma's head bobbed around, hair brushing against Charlotte's legs, then stomach, as the material was teased into place. Simply having someone fawn over her was nice! The latex came up to her crotch, narrow slits in the material allowing access. Then it was inched up over her belly, clinging tightly to her navel, and making her glad she had managed to find the time for regular gym sessions, keeping a trim and toned physique, her belly flat and smooth. Having the lubricant dribbled over her belly made her giggle, especially when Emma used a finger to rub it into her bellybutton, the sensation making her shiver. Emma grinned at her. 'You have a lovely body. Now, arms by your side.' The arms of the suit were like the legs, tightly webbed to the body, meaning that the arms and torso had to be pulled up bit-by-bit. But the feeling was magnificent, especially when it came over her breasts, tight and restrictive, the outfit shaped to cup and shape them, more holes cut for the nipples. She could feel some wiring or technology in the suit, lines of metal snagging slightly against her body. 'To monitor you thoroughly.' When it came up over her entire body, she tried moving, wriggling her shoulders. All she could do was twist in place, the material tight enough that she could only breath in short puffs. The moist air tickled her bare pussy as Emma fussed over her. 'Normally subjects are already under at this point. I'm going to put the audio-visual controllers on.' She picked up a set of VR goggles, strapping them over Charlotte's eyes. Her vision was filled with soft, grey static, utterly absent of any detail. She felt buds go into her ears, all sound suddenly removed. Instinctively, she tried to reach up to pluck them out, but the material was too tight, her arms bound and unable to move. She struggled harder, trying not to fall over. With an audible "pop", Emma's voice came through the earbuds. 'Shhh, calm thoughts.' A flare of painfully bright light filled her vision, before the grey static returned. 'The readings will pick up on your stress and try to calm you down. Don't worry, I'll be with you.' 'Let me out! This is...' Something was shoved into her mouth, a rubbery mouthpiece sliding between her lips, her tongue flapping uselessly against it. She tried to spit it out but could feel a pressure holding it in place as a rubbery strap tightened around the back of her head. 'You came here to relax - this will help you with that. I'll stay with you while you're inserted, but you did sign up for this.' Charlotte grunted, twisting in her bonds again as she felt a harness settle around her body, straps tightening just above and beneath her breasts, under her arms. Emma's voice was replaced with white noise, slipping from consciousness unless she focused on it. And then she was lifted, feet leaving the floor. A hand brushed her foot, making her twitch and shiver, Emma's giggle coming through the earpiece. 'Sorry, I couldn't resist.' Her hand gripped Charlotte's foot. 'Are you calming down now? Your vitals weren't far off triggering a response.' Charlotte couldn't speak but tried to nod. There was something oddly relaxing about this, utterly separated from her cares, and almost from her body entirely. The static in her vision darkened slightly, as if responding to her calm. 'Good. Now we need the outer suit.' She felt more pressure creeping its way up her body, feet to knees, then up her legs. As it reached her crotch, she felt fingers probing her pussy, gently stroking and teasing, something sliding inside of her. 'This is to prevent any, uh, leakage. Something similar will go into your butt as well.' Charlotte squeaked. She hadn't been told about this! And had never had anything up there, despite several boyfriends asking. The thought repulsed her - that wasn't somewhere things should be shoved! She couldn't resist it though, fingers spreading her buttocks wide, something slick with lube sliding into her, making her go tense and rigid as the intruder forced her open, a large bulb passing into her tight sphincter. Then the thickest part was inside of her, her body sucking in the rest. She tried to push it out, but couldn't, the thing was firmly lodged inside of her until someone removed it for her. As she tensed, the light she saw changed, brightening and readying to flash painful flares at her. She forced herself to relax and go limp, and the light faded back to dull static. She tried tensing her muscles, but the things pushed into her were securely rooted, too deep to push out. Then the encroachment of the binding outer layer continued, up past her navel, her arms getting wrapped in another layer, making them virtually impossible to move. Something pinched onto her breasts, frigid metal quickly warming against her body. She gave her arms and legs an experimental wriggle - she could barely move them and was now utterly bound and trapped. 'Don't worry, we're almost there.' The light darkened a little more, and she had the sensation of moving, air against her face moving slightly. 'We're putting you into tank 13, by request of the director. It's got all the latest enhancements. I shouldn't be talking to you though; you're meant to be getting relaxed!' Her voice cut out, replaced by the insidious white noise, fading from Charlotte's awareness immediately afterwards. Something went over her shoulders, another weight there, and then a coolness started to slide over her, from the feet upwards. There was some other resistance against her movement now, something slowing her entirely. The light faded away almost entirely, her hearing cutting off. With vague professional interest, she noticed that there was a faint blurring effect on the visual input, the image not quite as sharp as the products of her own company. With nothing to engage it, her brain started to unclench and fade away, a strange slumber overcoming her. |