Chapter 2 - Michiko's Ordeal
“Owww…” Michiko groaned as she came to, her backside having taken the brunt of her apparent fall. “Why’d you do that?” she asked nobody in particular, though it was aimed at the one who had triggered the trap, shaking her head as she opened her eyes and sat up, feeling immediately worried when no reply came. “Hello? Are any of you there? Guys?” she asked, looking about the nearly pitch black room, her voice echoing. Her ears twitched as they made out the faint sound of air moving, like she was in some kind of cave of something, and as she hauled herself to her feet, the sound of her boots scuffing on the stone seemed incredibly loud. Only her kerryn eyes allowed her to see anything in the murk, just a few indistinct shapes. Tail snaking back and forth nervously, she uttered a prayer, holding forth her left hand, a ball of light forming upon it and floating up a few inches before hovering in place.
Her nerves were not eased as light filled the room. It wasn’t large, but was obviously not a natural chamber. The walls were dark gray stone blocks, and bare, the floor was mostly smooth, and there was a doorway there. What really made Michiko nervous was the fact that there was an old, metal framework in the room, like a bed, showing patches of rust, but more disturbingly, heavy leather straps at each corner and across the middle, all with dark stains. There was an overturned bucket near the foot of the bed, but nothing else. The door to the room seemed a single sheet of steel with a single observation port, and stood only partway open.
Gulping, Michiko eased toward the door, her right hand flexing and easing her weapon into place at her wrist, a cat’s claw, a trio of small blades that came out over her fist. Peeking out the door, she could see a dreary hallway, with other similar doors along either side. The air seemed musty, and she could hear nothing but a faint whistle of air and her own breathing. Uttering another short prayer to her goddess for protection, she slipped out the door, quickly looking both ways before going straight across the hall to the other door, which was closed.
Peering inside the observation port, she saw another bed frame and strap combination, though the floor and walls seemed scratched up… Shaking her head at the image that came to mind, she quickly backpedaled and checked the doors to either side of the room she had started in, finding them just as empty. Did she dare call her companions’ names again? She had the distinct feeling that she wasn’t alone, or at least, that something was watching her. Deciding to keep as quiet as she could, she paused and felt the air move, deciding to follow it in the hopes of finding a way out.
Thankfully her walk in the unsettling cell-filled hall was a short one, and after only a couple of minutes she found a faint light coming from around a corner, and then a set of stairs leading up to a door. The door itself was the same metal as those below, but mangled and ripped from one hinge, large tears like claw marks torn into the metal. Michiko could tell the damage was old, but that did little to calm her as she looked around the room she found herself in. It put her in the mind of some kind of temple, perhaps, a large room with a pair of stairwells exiting upward on the far side, and two connecting hallways to her left and right, and some kind of altar in the center.
She could tell that the altar, even in the dim light that came in from somewhere above her, was covered in dark stains, and other stains splattered over the floor seemingly at random. Bits of debris littered the floor, chunks of stone of varying sizes, along with bits of cloth and leather, some metal pieces…was that a scalpel?
Before she could focus anymore, Michiko spun to her left, claws readied. There was nothing there. But she had been certain she’d seen something, even heard whispering. “Think, Michi,” she whispered to herself after a moment. This place had all the signs of housing a haunt, so that sort of thing was to be expected. She took a deep breath, then took a few cautious steps further into the room. There it was again! She was certain the whispering had come from somewhere to her right this time. “Keep calm, don’t get freaked out,” she told herself.
Footsteps, several pairs of them, sounded from the stairs ahead, as did several incoherent bits of conversation. As she focused on the direction of the sounds, she was sure she saw faint outlines of people walking down the steps before they vanished. Definitely haunted…where was everyone else? Where they even in the same place as her? Which way should she go?
An ear-piercing screech of metal on stone sounded behind her, making Michiko jump as she whirled around. It had come from somewhere down the stairs and in the dark halls below. Heart beating louder in her chest, she swore she heard something taking heavy footsteps down there. Taking only a moment to consider her options, she silently prayed to her goddess for guidance. The reply was only a split second, a flash of instinct, but she trusted it unquestioningly, and darted off down the right hallway, dodging a few larger chunks of stone. The hall narrowed, and somewhere in the distance she heard bells ringing. Shadowy forms flashed in and out of her vision as she ran through the hall, heading toward the closed door at the end.
With the pounding footsteps still approaching, and the added sound of stone crumbling, Michiko bumped the door with all her weight, feeling a surge of hope as it swung open, the hinges creaking loudly from lack of lubrication. It only opened about halfway, but that was enough for her to squeeze through. She turned immediately, seeing a large, black mass approaching through the crack, the stonework cracking with each step. Putting her weight back into the door, she pushed for all she was worth, slamming it shut. She saw a locking bar raised on the backside of the door, and with a strong tug and desperate cry, she managed to get it to slam into place.
Though the thought crossed her mind that that might not even impede an angry spirit, Michiko was distracted as the darkness of the room suddenly became bright, then dark again, voices appearing and disappearing all around her, the bells coming and going with each flash. She felt everything around her swirling about, as if a great amount of energy were being summoned up, and then the room stayed bright, as did the voices and the bells. Gulping, she turned, back to the door, and let out a started cry, her light spell ending as her concentration wavered.
She appeared to be in a large chamber, supported by pillars lining it, but everything was bright and clean, the floor polish. The bells rang insistently, and the conversations filling her ears spoke of an escaped patient, but what held her attention stood in a semi-circle in front of her. Four figures, dressed like some kind of doctors or orderlies with leather smocks, three men and a woman, approached slowly, though besides the uniforms, their appearances were not normal. Their faces were strange masks, made out of what looked like porcelain, eyes closed, mouths turned up into pleased smiles. Their hands were featureless, no fingers or thumbs, but they still held objects, somehow. One of the males held a stout wooden cudgel, while the woman held a large syringe, the tip dripping a dark liquid, while the other two men held what unnerved Michiko the most, one holding a heavy leather straitjacket, opened as if to be placed upon her, and the other with several stout straps and cuffs to restrain her.
Michiko knew she had only a few seconds to act. Voicing a stronger prayer of protection and sanctuary, holy light shimmered around her, just before the four figures made a move toward her. All of them stopped, seemingly confused, though it was impossible to say given that their masked faces hadn’t changed. Michiko could feel the unholy energies seeping from them, and quickly slipped by the quartet, knowing her spell would last only about half a minute. Eyes darting about quickly, she saw ghostly forms running from her, while others milled about mindlessly. She saw several open doorways, and made a quick decision, taking off at a full run down the nearest one as the four turned to advance upon her, again stopping, thanks to her spell.
Screams and pleas for help soon assailed her from both sides as she ran through the brightly lit hall, glances to both side showing vague flashes of suffering victims in their rooms. Something whizzed past her, a flash of silver, her eyes seeing a scalpel sticking from the wall to her right. She had to get out of here! Another few strides found her at an intersection as her protection spell faded, the hall splitting off to her left and straight ahead. Another scalpel whizzed by her head, and she darted to her left, the screams fading. To her right were barred windows, looking out to a fairly sunny forest, and ahead, she thought she saw a door at the far end.
She caught movement to her left, from the nearest doorway, and saw another of the masked figures, this one dressed a little different, more like an assistant or a nurse. It tossed something at her, though she easily dodged the throw. As she turned her head back ahead of her, she felt a tug on her free hand, something sticky settling over her fingers. Looking to her hand, Michiko was startled to see what looked like a strip of gauze hanging there, the roll dangling from her hand. To her horror, the roll began moving of its own accord, unspooling itself rapidly and wrapping around her hand. Almost before she could react, her hand was tightly wrapped in the sticky bandage, leaving it as little more than a padded fist.
With the mask-wearing woman approaching, Michiko tried to keep moving, slashing at the bandage with her claw. She was surprised, to say the least, when it recoiled away from it like a snake, and struck back just as quickly, wrapping itself around her wrist. She tried to pull it away, but its sticky surface kept hold, and before she knew it, her weapon and her hand were both wrapped up tightly, and worse, secured to her already disabled hand. “Shit!” she spat, hurrying along toward the door, tugging at the wrapping that kept her wrists firmly together and her hands balled up. Thankfully it had apparently rolled itself out, but she was still helpless to defend herself effectively, because no matter how much she pulled while she ran, the wrap wouldn’t give, and the blades of her claw were wrapped just as tightly as everything else.
The door loomed closer, when, in an instant, she found herself on the floor with fresh pain going through her arms and knees, her face firmly planted against her bound hands, which had at least saved her face from impacting on the stone. She looked back quickly when her legs failed to respond correctly, seeing that her ankles were now just as tightly wrapped as her hands, her robes bound tightly about her legs as the wrap finished sealing itself over her calves, covering pretty much everything from her ankles to her knees.
“Oh, goddess help me,” she muttered as she pulled herself further toward the door, seeing the masked nurse only about ten feet away from her, with the original four approaching from the far end of the hall.
“She can’t help you now; you’ve been a bad kitty…trying to escape before your treatment.”
The voice had come from in front of her, and upon turning her gaze forward, Michiko saw a pair of armored boots, the metal dark and sinister. Looking up, she saw the armored figure towering above her, taking special notice of the glowing green eyes and pale skin, and the unholy aura that surrounded her. “W-who are you?” she stammered, shuddering involuntarily in the presence of the undead being, the unholy aura chilling her right to the bone.
The figure smirked down at her, settling the large mace in front of her, the large head right in front of Michiko’s face. “I’m your new mistress. You may call me ‘mistress’ or ‘mistress Moriah’, slave. Of all of the interlopers, I think you’ll perhaps be the most interesting.”
“I’m not your slave,” Michiko replied, her voice firmer as she continued her struggle to free her hands. “Where are my friends?”
“Around; you’ll be reunited with them eventually…after your treatment, of course.” Moriah knelt in front of Michiko as the masked figures stopped behind her, reaching past her face and snatching the holy symbol from around her neck, chuckling as the silver medallion caused her hand to smoke. “Are you going to resist, kitty? Most of you religious sorts do resist, but a few haven’t…my absolute favorites are the paladins. I’ll have more fun if you fight me…who knows, you might even become my favorite; hells, you might even come to enjoy it, even crave it. What do you say? Will you be my special little plaything?” She closed her fist around the holy symbol, crushing it and letting the mangled medallion fall to the floor.
Wincing, Michiko brought her eyes away from the crushed symbol, glaring up a Moriah. “I will resist, whether you have fun or not; I’m not giving into your unholy perversions. Torture me all you wish, but my faith is absolute!”
Moriah laughed, looking at Michiko with amusement clear on her face. “Oh, my dear, you have no idea what kind of perversions are in store for you. I dare say that you’ve never imagined anything close to what you’ll be experiencing. To describe it simply…I’d call it…enlightenment. But why should I even try to tell you about it when you can begin experiencing it yourself?” Moriah patted Michiko’s cheek with her apparently unharmed hand before she stood. “Prepare her for treatment.”
At Moriah’s word, the group of masked figures swarmed her. Michiko screamed and kicked her legs furiously, even used her bound hands as a club to try and swat them away, but she was easily overpowered, somehow held quite securely by the smooth, thumb-free hands. Despite her struggles and cries of protest, Michiko’s priestly robes were soon torn away from her, as was her underwear, leaving her face burning with shame as the sightless eyes, and the towering armored woman, stared at her nearly nude form.
“Oh, what a lovely figure you were hiding under those robes, kitty. So petite, yet so very shapely…are those breasts of yours natural, or did you have a wizard spruce them up for you?” Moriah asked, with more than a little haughty condescension in her voice.
Michiko’s hateful glare only worsened at the comment. “My body is exactly how my goddess made it,” she replied smartly. By this time two of the ‘doctors’ held her upper arms, and the ‘nurse’ who had originally managed to restrain her with the bandages unbound her hands, which apparently just required a touch on her part, the sticky binding unraveling itself as if it had never had any sort of adhesive property at all, then reformed itself into a neat roll, ready to use again. Before she could even think of attacking with her claw, her arm was seized and the weapon unstrapped from her, then tossed atop the pile with her clothes and pack.
The last of the masked figures held the heavy-looking jacket open in front of her while the others held her arms forward. The leather of the jacket was dark brown for the most part, and seemed to be well used, with several patches that could have been stains, of what, she had no idea. Her arms were easily guided into the over-sized sleeves until they reached the end, where the sleeves narrowed considerably, forcing her hands into further reinforced leather mittens attached to the ends. With that, the jacket was pulled firmly around her torso, and to her shame, she saw that her naked breasts protruded through openings in the front of the jacket.
Straps were tightened down behind her, starting with a taller one around her neck, acting much like a collar, and ending with the last one at the small of her back. Michiko could feel the jacket getting tighter around her, and without a doubt knew that it was magically resizing itself, because the large sleeves were soon very snug, as was the rest of the jacket. Her arms were crossed in front of her, fed through a wide strap seated just below her breasts, and brought around to her sides before they too were strapped in place behind her, leaving her in a tight self-hug. The strap beneath her breasts was likewise tightened around her forearms, leaving her arms practically useless.
The wrappings around her legs came off then, and her boots were pulled from her feet. Michiko growled and kicked at the groping figures, but they just grabbed her legs effortlessly, securing a pair of heavy leather cuffs around her ankles, which were held together by a heavy leather strap looped between them, giving her perhaps a foot or so to her stride. She was lifted to her feet, and let out a surprised cry as the final pair of straps on the jacket were secured, one to either side of her pussy, each pulled near painfully tight, leaving her face burning with indignation. “Is this all really necessary?” she asked, her eyes glaring at Moriah.
Moriah nodded, hefting her large mace. “Very much so; adventurers can be dangerous; we have to protect ourselves when people break into our home, don’t we? Treatment Room One.” With that, Michiko was forced along by the two bigger masked men, their grip quite firm on her upper arms as they guided her back the way she had come, her steps forced into short, quick steps to keep up. Mihicko resolved herself to keeping silent, offering silent prayers to her goddess for strength to make it through her upcoming ordeal.
Moriah followed along, her heavy footsteps echoing through the halls, now much calmer, and lacking the ringing of bells, even the ghostly figures seem to have calmed down. They led her back to the intersection, and the down the hall she had not taken before. The light seemed to fade as they moved further down, and then they came to a heavy steel door, which the female holding the syringe opened one-handed. The room beyond was dimly lit from an overhead glow, which revealed a solid-looking wooden chair, raised higher than a normal chair should be, complete with more straps and what looked like a set of stocks at the bottom, the back reclined at what could have been a fairly comfortable angle.
There were other devices around the room that Michiko couldn’t identify, but her struggles suddenly returned when she had taken in the sight of the chair. “No, let me go!” she snarled, stomping her feet and jerking her arms, trying to push back against the incredible strength of the figures holding her.
“Oh, do that some more! I love how your breasts jiggle when you fight back,” Moriah said with a chuckle, resting her weapon against the doorframe as she stepped into the room.
Michiko felt herself flush with shame again as she was lifted into the chair and maneuvered into place. Additional straps were secured around her waist, then above her breasts and over her upper arms, while another pair was tightened down over her thighs, which were spread only as wide as her ankle hobble would allow. Her feet were maneuvered into place on the bottom half of the stocks, the hobble strap pulled tight as the upper half was closed down over the cuffs and locked down, securing her legs into an immovable state.
She was not allowed much time to grow accustomed to her new position, for they were not finished with her yet. One of them took hold of her braid and held it firmly out from the chair back, while another brought a mess of leather straps in front of her face. Michiko winced as the pull on her braid increased, forcing her head to remain still as the device was set in place upon her face, starting with a wider pad that covered the lower part of her face, even rising up a little to either side of her nose and covering much of her cheeks as it was pressed in place. A smaller pair of straps went up either side of her nose, where they merged into a single strap which merged with yet another strap that was secured around her forehead. It was at this point that Michiko noticed that there was a conspicuous circular opening right over her mouth which left it completely exposed. With the forehead strap in place, another strap was tightened down at the back of her neck, pressing the pad more firmly against her face, and additional straps were likewise secured over the top of her head (the one that split off from her nose), another that crossed that strap at the crown of her head and went beneath her jaw, and at last, the final, smaller strap, which was secured beneath her chin, leaving her able to open her mouth somewhat, though with the pressure coming down all around her head, moving her jaw was not an easy thing.
Another firm tug came to Michiko’s braid, jerking her head back so that it rested just against the chair back, right above the lower strap of the gag harness. All she could see in front of her was the dim light and the cracked ceiling, though when she moved her eyes around, she could still make out some of what was going on around her. She was sure they were doing something else to her braid, and with another forceful tug that left her scalp stinging, she figured out that it had been tied somewhere beneath the chair, because she couldn’t look down or move her head; the least forward movement pulled quite painfully at her scalp.
“Now that the patient is secured,” Moriah started, smirking back at Michiko, “we can begin. Care to guess what’s in store for you, kitty?”
“Whatever it is, I’m not giving in; I’ll resist you no matter what you do to me,” Michiko replied, her voice just a bit distorted thanks to the odd gag, but hopefully sounding more resolute than she felt.
Moriah rolled her eyes. “Please; you could at least attempt to play the game, kitty. Do you realize how many times I’ve heard the same line? From how many adventurers who thought they were some kind of heroes? Fine, if you won’t guess, then we’ll just get to it.” Moriah nodded toward one of the masked figures.
Turning her eyes in that direction, Michiko let out an involuntary whimper, seeing that it was the syringe-wielder who Moriah had nodded to. The glistening needle was raised again and the masked woman stepped forward, putting a hand firmly against Michiko’s already firmly restrained head. The needle rose out of her line of site, and she bit down, closing her eyes, breathing quickly.
“You’ll feel a slight pinch,” Moriah said, a rather amused tone to her voice. Michiko tensed, her arms tugging at the tight leather that imprisoned them, her toes curling downward as she tried to free her legs. A sharp, stinging pain appeared on her neck, and a moment later she felt cold seeping through her veins, though that feeling quickly dissipated, turning into a warmer sensation that slowly radiated through her body as the needle was withdrawn and the figure stepped back.
“Not so bad, is it?” Moriah asked as Michiko let out a low groan, feeling fresh sweat beading on her forehead.
“W-what did you put into me?” Michiko asked in reply, writhing atop the chair as the strange, warm feeling continued to course through her, seemingly going faster with each passing moment.
Moriah grinned, turning her back to the bound kerryn as she manipulated something on the device she had been standing in front of. “Just a little something to get you into the mood. You’ll like it, I’m sure; it’s all natural…well, mostly,” Moriah said as she turned, her hands holding to several cables, each ending end a small, toothed clamp.
Michiko gave a little shake of her head, grunting as she fought the straps holding her in place as the armored woman approached. Her heart raced, her breathing quickened, and to her horror, she felt herself getting aroused. There was a noticeable heat between her spread legs, and she felt the growing need to fan the embers into a full blown flame. Her nipples ached, becoming erect in moments. The leather jacket that held her, the straps tightened down over her limbs, her feet held firm by the stocks, even the stinging on her scalp from her tied braid seemed to be fueling her arousal.
“Told you you’d like it,” Moriah said as she sat the bundle of wires on the edge of the chair, plucking one of them free. She opened and closed the clamp a few times, licking her lips. Her free hand went to Michiko’s left breast, the cold, hard metal making the kerryn flinch as the armored fingers pinched her soft flesh. That didn’t stop her nipple from standing quite erect, maybe even more so, the sensation shooting through her body right to her brain, a rush of intense pleasure. Moriah held the clip open, right over the nipple, taunting Michiko.
Breathing ever quicker, Michiko’s eyes were glued on the clamp, the little teeth gleaming in the light. Without warning Moriah let the clamp snap shut, right over her nipple, the teeth biting deeply. Michiko howled as the pain shot through her, her body reflexively fighting her restraints in a useless attempt to get at the clamp to ease her pain, her fingers wiggling fitfully inside the leather mittens. The pain began to fade quickly, no, shift into something else entirely. It was as if the burning jolt of pain in her nipple dissolved into an intense, burning flare of pleasure that shot straight through her body and right between her legs. Her cry of pain lessened, turning into a low, needful moan.
“Looks like the medicine is working,” Moriah said with a low chuckle, the next clamp already hovering over Michiko’s other nipple.
“N-no…p-please…not there…” Michiko groaned, using every ounce of willpower she could muster to resist the drugs coursing through her veins. She did not enjoy this! She did not want this! Her other nipple erupted in pain, causing her to cry out again, though the transition to pleasure was much quicker this time, nearly instant. Worse, she could feel her dampness and arousal between her legs, could smell herself even over the heavy scent of leather.
Moriah had another clamp ready to go, and before Michiko could begin a plead against it, she had moved to the base of the chair and the kerryn’s feet, holding her big toe away from the others before seating the clamp in the soft flesh between it and her next toe. Another howl of pain quickly turned to pleasure, the wood even creaking a bit at the intensity of Michiko’s initial struggle. Giving only a moment’s pause between each clamp’s placement, Moriah quickly had no less than four of the clamps on each foot, one between each of Michiko’s toes.
“Someone’s having a lot of fun,” Moriah said once she had finished with Michiko’s feet, returning to the middle of the chair near Michiko’s waist. The kerryn lay panting, the visible parts of her body covered in sweat, and to her great disgust, not only were large breasts heaving, even with the clamps biting into her nipples, her pussy was swollen and moist as well, very nearly dripping. “Almost done with the preparations, and then we can get started in earnest.”
“No…more…” Michiko panted, whimpering, her ears drooping at the sight of more clamps in Moriah’s hand. She felt Moriah’s cold, armored fingers probing between her legs, slipping just inside her pussy lips, then another finger slipped inside to spread them. She gave a little shake of her head as the first of the clamps bit down on her sensitive lips, the fresh pain gone almost immediately in an intensely warm wave of pleasure. Three more clamps were added, which left her with two on each of her outer lips.
“One more to go…any guesses about where this one’s heading?” Moriah asked, dangling the clamp in front of Michiko’s eyes. The kerryn moaned helplessly, knowing exactly what the unholy creature had in mind, but unable to reply. Before she knew it, a pair of cold fingers again spread her lips, a third brushing her erect clit, making her quiver. Pain exploded there a moment later, making Michiko arch her back and scream, the intensity of the sensation becoming an overwhelmingly powerful wave of pleasure that ignited a powerful orgasm within her, leaving her writhing and moaning loudly, heatedly, her juices spilling atop the chair and over her thighs.
“Huh…that happened sooner than I anticipated,” Moriah said some moments later when Michiko had started to quiet down and gasp for air, the woman’s confident voice seemingly a little disappointed, perhaps that she had allowed her prisoner to come early. She stepped away for a moment, returning with a pair of devices. The first was obviously a thick phallus, which was easily slid inside Michiko’s wet pussy, filling her to an almost painful level as it was locked into place on the chair, ensuring it wouldn’t slip out, a cable likewise running from it to the device on the wall. The other was a leather pad, with an attached bulb that resembled the head of a penis. Michiko could offer no resistance as it was fitted into her mouth and snapped into place on the head harness. Once it was in place, even though it seemed to fill her mouth quite well, it grew even larger, forcing her tongue down to the bottom of her mouth and filling her to the brim, her cheeks pressing against the harness, her jaw held firmly against the straps.
The most interesting sensation Michiko felt was that of the taste filling her mouth; she had expected leather, or something else, anything else, but with her senses somewhat restored, she tasted herself, her sexual juices upon her tongue. After a moment, she realized she could even feel the juices coating the gag, running down her throat, forcing her to swallow.
Moriah stepped away, pulling a lever on the wall device, an electric hum filling the air. At that moment, the dildo filling her buzzed suddenly to life, eliciting a surprised cry from the severely bound kerryn, and she began feeling tingles on her skin wherever the clamps were placed. “If you’ll excuse me…I have other matter I must attend to while you’re receiving your treatment. I should be back in a few hours, so have fun,” the armored woman said, laughing as she patted Michiko’s cheek and headed toward the exit, the masked figures following her, the door slamming behind them.
Michiko breathed quickly through her nose, renewing her struggles against her restraints, hoping against hope that one of them would wiggle loose. The hum grew louder, as did the tingle around the clamps. She worked her toes quickly, trying to dislodge any of them, but only succeeded in pinching herself more. The buzzing intruder inside of her grew louder as well, sending a constant flow of pleasure right to her clit, even making the clamp stuck to it vibrate. She let out a desperate moan, though whether it was for her freedom or the growing orgasm, she couldn’t decide.
Her muffled, pained shriek filled the room as electricity burst from the clamps on her nipples with a loud zap, making her arch her back, though her drug-addled senses soon registered the fading sting as a source of pleasure. Another, less intense burst came through the clamps on her toes, one after the other, followed by a quick series of zaps upon her nipples. Michiko groaned and writhed, her brain struggling to understand the input it received. Was it pain or pleasure? Was it just because of the drug in her system? Was that dildo responsible?
Judging by the taste in her mouth, Michiko was well on her way to another orgasm, her juices dripping off of the plug pressing against her tongue. She howled when a powerful electrical burst shot through her pussy lips, lasting for a handful of seconds, leaving her unable to breathe until they were finished. As she breathed desperately through her nose, another quick series of light bursts shot through her clit, and then randomly between her toes and nipples.
Michiko knew an orgasm was coming, feeling light headed and ready for it, even welcoming to it, but then everything stopped, even the buzzing of the dildo between her legs, the room falling into silence but for her heated breathing. She blinked rapidly, looking around but seeing no one, pulling at the heavy leather again. Had it stopped already? Was that it?
As the coming climax faded, Michiko felt no less horny, and within a few minutes, began working her hips, hoping to get the dildo to start up again. Groaning with frustration, it was several minutes later when she had begun to cool off that the powerful vibrations started again, and a quick, powerful shock shot through her clit, with another hitting each nipple, making her howl and moan as the sensations again became pleasurable. The cycle continued again, and before she knew it, she as nearly climax again…and again all sensation stopped, leaving her with tears of frustration in her eyes. So that was how it was…Michiko groaned desperately, wiggling herself back and forth on the phallus, sucking at the thick cock-shaped gag and tasting her cooling juices, the little pinches of the clamps not giving her nearly enough stimulation. It seemed an eternity before the vibrations started again, and though she knew what would happen, Michiko prayed that she could manage another orgasm this time…all she wanted was one more…just one more! She couldn’t last hours like this…she’d go mad for sure!
