Nicky became aware of the almost overpowering smell of the latex even before she regained consciousness.
It had been so often a part of her sexual fantasies that she had taken to wrapping a stretchy physical therapy band around her head when she masturbated and more than once, having satisfied herself, fallen asleep with it in place and had it take center stage in her dreams.
She savored the sensation as she slowly wakened, again imagining herself as someone's captive and feeling herself getting wet.
But she had to pee so she raised her hand to take it off.
Well, she tried.
Her hand wouldn't move. It was strapped to the side of her body.
Self-bondage was another of the things she'd played around with but she didn't remember having done it the night before.
And the other arm was also strapped tightly to her side.
Suddenly she was wide awake.
But opening her eyes didn't help. Her face, she found, was snugged tightly with a rubber mask that covered her eyes but left her lower face open. Not that it made any difference since her mouth was filled something, “Probably a gag, ” she thought to herself.
For some reason she didn't panic. Maybe it was because this was a fantasy she'd played out in her mind countless times.
Instead, she began to explore the limitations of her situation.
Trying to spread her feet revealed that her ankles and knees were also strapped tightly together.
She tried moving her head and discovered that she wore a wide collar of some sort. A posture collar, perhaps.
She couldn't tell if it was inside or outside but it very much limited any movement of her head.
With her tongue she tried to explore the rubbery thing that all but filled her mouth. There was no restrictions on her breathing but its smell and taste overpowered the rest of her senses.
She noticed that her stiff nipples felt cooler than the rest of her body in its tight latex cocoon and must be exposed.
Picturing them made them even stiffer.
She REALLY had to relieve her bladder now and it was demanding all of her attention.
She tried to speak to beg permission to relieve herself but the hood and mask kept her jaw firmly in place.
She listened intently for any sound that might reveal whether she was alone or there was someone nearby, but the material was more than enough to deafen any sound.
And, she realized from the pressure on both sides of her head, she was wearing headphones of some sort.
A voice she didn't recognize, one obviously altered electronically, told her, "Go ahead and piss. It won't hurt the suit and you're not getting out any time soon."
Nicky tried her best to hold it in but her bladder’s demands were increasingly overpowering and eventually she just had to let go. The warm liquid seemed to fill the area around her middle in a not unpleasant way.
She’d never been into piss play but she found this strangely arousing. It wasn’t the urine she realized, it was having all her control removed, that excited her so.
This was so much like what she fantasized about that she knew her captor had to be someone close to her, someone she’d shared her innermost thoughts and fantasies with.
Mentally she went down the list, checking off those she’d never shared intimacy with and was left with four people it might have been, three women and one man.
“If you’re finished we can get you cleaned up, ” the mechanical voice told her.
She tried to speak but it came out muffled and nodding her head was no better.
“We’ll take your silence as an affirmation.”
“WE?” she thought. “Was there more than one person enjoying her predicament?” she thought.
She felt fingers on the area above her mons and then a sudden coolness across her vulva and crotch. Whatever had been covering that area had been removed and she was very exposed.
“Glad I shaved, ” she thought.
But her revery was interrupted by a jet of water. It was at room temperature but to her vinyl encased body it felt ice-cold. She squealed and heard laughter through the headphones.
It only stopped when her captors were satisfied.
Before closing the suit’s crotch back up a rather large dildo was slowly but relentlessly pushed into her. When the flap was buckled, whatever it was was held firmly and deeply inside her.
She tried to sense its details but her vagina was not very cooperative. It stretched her labia quite a bit and had hurt a little going in, but her body had quickly adjusted to its size.
She could feel it pressing against her anterior wall, the sensitive area called the P-spot for paraurethral gland or female prostate, which was more commonly called the G-spot.
(Aside- naming it after a man, either Graffenberg or Skene, has always seemed wrong to me & I’m trying to spread the more accurate name)
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by it springing to life with a pulse like that of a Hitachi wand set of full power.
Nicky would have screamed and jumped off the table had she not been wrapped in latex and leather straps.
“I think she likes it, ” the voice said with a cruel laugh.
“Well, we can’t have that, ” said a different one. It too was mechanical but somehow seemed more feminine.
And the device changed from vibration to TENS, sending short but intense electric shocks through that same delicate flesh. Her body quickly adjusted and these too began to turn her on even more.
“Look at those nipples! They could not get any stiffer, don’t you think?” said the altered feminine voice.
She felt both of her stiff buds be taken by someone’s fingers and steadily pinched harder and harder. She could definitely tell that one thumb and forefinger was that of a man who worked with his hands and the other digits were those of a woman.
“Who the fuck are you?” she thought, since none of the four people she had thought of were in a relationship at the moment.
The fingers disappeared and were replaced by a small plastic cylinder that was manipulated to suck her nipples into it.
It felt delicious at first but the more they pumped it the less enjoyable it became and by the time they stopped her nipples ached in a none-too-pleasant way.
The dildo in her pussy had switched back to its vibrating mode and in a moment she was rapidly approaching the crest of an orgasm. Distracted by that she hadn’t noticed the TENS gel pads they’d been placing on her chest next to the suction toys.
“Don’t you dare cum without permission!” the robotic voice ordered.
Nicky was well aware of the protocol and had she been able to, would have assented verbally.
The new pads on her breasts joined the dildo inside her, stinging her in syncopated pain.
She was just about to beg for permission, at least as much as the rubber in her mouth would let her when the dildo and pads stopped completely.
Her two captors smiled at each other at her moan of frustration.
“Like our expensive little toy, Nicky?” the woman’s altered voice asked.
“It can sense your pulse and your muscular contractions and even your blood oxygen level. It knows when you’re going to cum...” the male explained.
“And it stops, ” the woman added with a slightly cruel laugh.
The suction things on her nipples came to life and started rhythmically alternating from one breast to the other. Much like a dairy milking machine, her nipples were visible through the clear plastic as they were sucked.
“That’s another feature. When the vibrator stops, those start.”
Nicky tried to adjust to this new sensation but it followed no pattern that she could discern.
A moment later they were joined by the TENS pads on her breasts and the one in her womb in a cavalcade of electrical stings.
She knew she would cum if it continued and was determined to hold it back. But the device, operated by a small AI processor, was faster and more relentless.
It switched to the vibrator and she clenched her pelvic muscles in an unintentional reaction.
Soon, the mix of pleasure and pain had so scrambled her brain that she could only respond to the stimulus.
“This was so worth the expense!” the male said.
“who... the... fuck... are... you?” her mind demanded. But before she could again make up a list of suspects the devices drove any clear analysis out of her mind.
She was desperate to cum and tried to hide her body’s response but it was futile. Again and again she was taken to the crest and denied.
“Watching you has gotten us both really horny, ” the woman’s voice crackled through the headphones.
“So we’re going to go upstairs and fuck each other’s brains out, ” her companion added.
“But don’t worry, we’ll be watching you on the big screen in out bedroom.”
“Along with thousands of others on the internet.”
The thought was both horrifying and incredibly exciting.
“Don’t worry, that mask will hide your identity.”
That removed the horror. At least in part.
The idea that she would be left alone at the mercy of a sadistic AI device was even scarier.
The head phones prevented her from hearing them leave but she had a thought that she knew now that she was no longer in her own home because it had no cellar.
The devices were once more pushing her to the edge when she heard their voices discussing how hot the whole thing was and whether they should let her go in the morning...
It was going to be a very, very long night.