“Dash huffed through the gag. She tried to call out, moan, scream, something,but all that came out was a light wheeze through the vent hole. The intoxicating smell of rubber filled her nose, inescapably. It was everywhere: inside the muzzle, a pumped up gag filled her cheeks, her ears were filled with rubber mufflers, held in place by rubber ear studs, reducing her hearing to nothing, and her whole body was wrapped up in tight, stifling, thick rubber. Even the room was made of rubber; she could feel the latex-lined, padded cushions on the walls and floor on the exposed parts of her face, and the grip of rubber against rubber as she moved. Not that she could much, with her arms and wings tightly bound behind her.

Feel was all she could do – she couldnt see a thing, but she had no idea why. She didnt feel anything in front of her eyes. Contacts? Drugs? Maybe shed have a better idea if she wasnt so fucking horny. It made it so hard to think there had to be some cocktail of potions coursing through her system right now. She was into this kind of thing normally, but normally shed be able to suspend her arousal if she was in danger, and not knowing where she was or who put her in here smacked of danger.

To make things worse, she couldnt cum.There was a spell, or something in the collar Shed definitely been there a while, judging by how wet her fringe was, and how hot and sticky it felt in the suit. What was this, a quarter-inch? Maybe half-inch? Ridiculously thick rubber for a suit. Every conceivable erogenous zone had something vibrating strapped to it; nipples, clit, both the filling toys stuffed in her holes. She should be in heaven right now, but instead she was in the hell of extended denial of sweet release. And whoever her captor was, they intended to keep her there – the vibration strength of each varied with time to let some parts rest while keeping others going, to stop her habituating to any one vibration.

She was having trouble remembering a few minutes ago by now. More potions, or just going crazy? She couldnt tell. Still, her desire to climax was catching up to her want for escape, leaving her more needy and vulnerable with every passing second…”