Part deux, written by @phantomdotexe!Phantom’s world collapsed in on itself as the helmet finish adh

Part deux, written by @phantomdotexe!Phantom’s world collapsed in on itself as the helmet finish adhering to the suit. Finished adhering to her.The interface wasn’t just a screen of saucy images. She’d tried that, years ago, and captives would always get bored. The current design was an involved series series of theta-waves that would pass through the body and into the brain, emitted from the Farady cage of a helmet. She started to yell. It felt good to let out a good, long scream. It felt good because she had designed these that way; because you were supposed to yell. You were supposed to moan and groan and send all your pheremones into an unpredictable tizzy.And then, when you were riled up and your adrenaline was pumping, your suit would start to interface. The plug was a cut above the bondage gear that she’d normally play with. The lower half of her jaw grew warm as the gloss rose within her helmet. It seeped into her mouth, past her soft lips and onto her gums.Everywhere it touched tingled. She spluttered and grunted as black ichor coated her teeth and throat. Particles gelled and then started to expand. The roof of her mouth tickled slightly as Phantom was treated to the most incredible, filling, and shameful plug of her life. In her mind’s eye, her mouth and lips parted to suckle down on a fat, phallic shape. Flashes in her mind associated this suckling with pleasure - and in turn, with her mistress. A corrupted, glitching mass of pixels flooded her nerves. It was hard to look at, but she knew that it was none other than Aislinne, and she knew that outside this helmet, Aislinne was gloating. Aislinne was gloating. She had taken a few moments to futz with the electronics. She wasn’t sure about quite how well it was working, but the vitals on the readout seemed to say that she was succeeding. Phantom had gone from ‘angry’ to ‘furious,’ which was a nice first step. The eldritch horror plugged a tentacle into an empty plug, resulting in a zot of electricity and a series of pixelated warnings on the screen. Phantom moaned and mewled, and began to squirm.She couldn’t tell anyone what she was seeing. Phantom wasn’t sure if she could explain it. Her entire body was being squeezed tight, but so was her head. She had tunnel vision of the mind, and at the end of the very suggestive canal was none other than Aislinne. The perfect mistress; pure sex and kink, all rock’n’roll and ecstasy. No subtext, no dishonesty, only Aislinne. Her world collapsed further as she felt plugs enter her ears. Sight, sound, and speech all belonged to the scintillating and shiny Aislinne. Then, she started to feel hands on her skin. -- source link

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