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sabina gasps softly as Frostbyte strips away everything back to the gleaming basic black. Trembling against the table softly, eyes still lensed for safety. Softly suckling on the huge ball gag, heart hammering. Mewing into the gag in confusion, tail flicking against the table. Frostbyte mrrrs, carting you deeper in to the surgery ward, letting you mince along behind him at the end of a silk ribbon knotted to your collar. Three toys (described above) wait there for you, with serene, tranced gazes staring thoughtlessly ahead with barbie doll smiles. sabina squeaks, pulled along again, struggling to keep up. Mewing loudly into the ball, blindly following Master Frostbyte. Trembling, ears perked, little nose flaring. Trying to gain any information about the new torments that surely await. You catch a scent of honey, hear a whoosh of venting gasses, before Frost picks you up bodily and forcefully puts you down upon an operating table, the three other toys snapping from their fugue to merrily help strap you down. sabina moans loudly, squirming frantically. Panting and straining a little against the straps and the toys handling them. "What... what are they going to do to me Master?" Frostbyte grins and kisses you lewdly, sliding his tongue between your lips for a long, silent moment before it's finally broken. "Nothing you won't find delightful," he purrs. sabina presses into the kiss, nipples stiffening, breathing coming very shallow and ragged. Loud purred moans spilling into Master's mouth with each frantic breath. Mewing softly as the kiss breaks, eyes dilated and wide. Frostbyte gently feels over your slick, black-clad body, feeling the texture of the latex beneath his fingertips. "Such beauty... It simply must be showed off more," he purrs, as an enormous vat of... something... Is slowly rolled in to place behind you. sabina pants softly, eyeing the vat helplessly. The straps so completely thorough and cruelly tight. Gasping softly, struggling to even breath under the tight embrace. Eyes drifting to the toys, then back to Frostbyte. Utterly at the mercy of such a creative sadist. Frostbyte licks his fingertips, runs them over your beestung lips, smiles warmly. He snaps his fingers to the tigress and she daintily holds your eyes open while the gazelle fits you with black plastic scleral shells. You feel your braid being lowered in to that vat of gelatin... sabina gasps softly, nuzzling against the fingers, trying to lick and suckle them like a good slut. Purring, eyes held wide open. Mewing in discomfort and fear as the lenses are placed. Struggling and gasping loudly. Brow furrowing at the strange warmth of the gel. "What?" Frostbyte smiles, as the dolls begin to spray you down with a fresh coat of white latex. "Shhh." He watches as your braid is pulled taut, pulling it through the different, pastel-colored layers of the gelatin to be dyed in a beautiful rainbow. sabina mews, falling silent, eyelids blinking over the lenses. Shivering at the warmth of the spray. Glistening white latex spray merging fluidly with the black latex flesh it touches. Slim hips arching against the straps, savoring the warm tickle of the spray. Suddenly there's a bright shock as the gelatin soaking your hair is electrified, exploding in to vapor, and it feels as though your hair is gone - but no, merely infused with anti-mass, drifting above you on the breeze. Happily, the tigress begins to tie it with lovely white latex ribbons, as the other two toys smooth out your white latex with the greatest of care. sabina SQUEAKS, tensing at the bizarre unexpected sensation. Mewing loudly, ears perked, straining against the bondage for a moment. Then, slowly, relaxing as the sensation becomes simply strange and not unpleasant at all. "Did... Master what happened to my hair?" Frostbyte smiles. "Never you worry - you'll see just how lovely it is when we finish," he promises. The dolls spray your face down with latex, but don't seem inclined to spend the time to make it exceptionally fine - they spray-n-pray and move on. Soon you're all white gloss. Gently, they remove your scleral shells. sabina blinks as the lenses are removed, wincing at the strange feelings of having them suck free of dry eyeballs. "Gah!" Every move makes the beribboned braid wobble and flop about. Even as you recover from their removal, the Toys replace the lenses with something much less forgiving. They seal a latex mask over your face, one without a single gap through which to breathe. You can feel it beginning to cling to you, tighter and tighter, taking control of your expressions. sabina whimpers loudly, mewing into the new mask and squirming against the straps frantically. Eyes closed, head pressed back into the padding. Gasping ragged, frantic little breaths through the tiny gap. Heart hammering, breasts thrust brazenly upwards towards Master. Frostbyte grabs both your breasts and pinches them shamelessly as the mask molds itself, and you, in to the very picture of happiness, a cry of joy so open and sincere that it simply DEMANDS to be aggressively fucked. Still no way to breathe, the mask still bleached dead white, still sealing your eyes even as it holds the eyelids wide apart. sabina whimpers, squealing at the painful pinching. Eyes drawn open as the mask tightens down, eyes watering. Shuddering helplessly under Your hands and sobbing in torment and frustration. Glistening, swollen, white breasts heaving a little with the frantic struggling and panting. Gently, with utmost care, the Toys begin to paint the featureless white latex of the mask. Your lips are painted a glossy red, carefully polished and highlighted with pink, your lashes pulled and extended long and black and gently curling, your cheeks blushing prettily. The latex over your eyes is dabbed with a very special paint, turning it as transparent as a contact lens. sabina winces, unable to resist much. Moaning softly as the touches become more clear, the feelings returning even through the mask. Latex coated tongue darting out to lick at the fingers in sensual abandon. Nipples extremely stiff now, little body squirming against the straps. Frostbyte waves to you with a grin. "Squeak if you can see me," he says, as the toys lift your midsection and carefully slide what feels like a corset underneath you for fastening. sabina squeaks softly. Tongue caressing over those beestung, red lips in a slutty little display. Frostbyte grins. The mask continues it's crawl inward, reaching for your vocal chords and grabbing them in an inescapable hand. You feel rather odd. "Squeak again?" As you do, you find that your voice has been raised to a Toy-like girlish chirp, well in to the soprano range! sabina squeaks softly, eyes widening at the cartoonish pitch it creates. Mewing, squeaking in protest. Tail giving a sharp flick, thighs tensing against the straps. Frostbyte mrrrs and pulls you upright, letting you sit up even though your legs and hips are still firmly strapped down. He helps steady you as Tigress and Jackal work together to tighten your waist-cincher, leaving your heaving bosom free to bounce and jiggle. sabina sits, gasping as the cincher tightens, mewing at the intense, unbearably compression. Panting more and more frantically, struggling to breath against the tight pink latex. Just as it is all you can bear, as it seems that one more tug by those two Toys would simply pop you in two, they tie off the corset with a double bow, and then seal the knot in liquid latex, leaving you wasp-waisted and light-headed. sabina whimpers, shallow little pants escaping the tiny nose openings in the mask. Squirming a little, squeaking in tiny, high pitched little pleading noises. Frostbyte carefully replaces your nipple and clit piercings with those small sapphire rings forged by Sumire, those rings which torment you so very cruelly with their heat and vibration. sabina arches into the sensations of the barbells being slid back into place. Gasping and moaning loudly, nuzzling against Master with that silly masked grin. Purring very loudly in arousal and need. Frostbyte pets you gently, beaming at you with love, as your legs are slid in to a truly vicious pair of thigh-high boots, with long, tapered toes and seven-inch heels of crystal clear glass. sabina wiggles a little, eyes shining softly through the thin membrane of clear latex. Mewing, little toes flexing a little, legs sliding deep into the boots. Panting softly, breasts brushing against Your side with each tiny breath. Frostbyte carefully slides your heaving tits in to a web of glittering pink latex fishnet, having to pull it tight over your breasts for it to hold in place. It digs bitterly in to the latex skin with webbing as thin as dental floss in places. Even as your breasts strain to bulge through each little diamond of fishnet, your nipples begin to ooze their honey. Carefully, he hooks the top of the netting to your collar, so that with every movement your tits bounce and heave and jiggle with painful enthusiasm. sabina whimpers loudly, eyes huge as the fishnet is worked into place. Sobbing at the severe compression, the ache of being so cruelly bound. Head arching back a little, pulling on the netting painfully, a ragged sob escapes the slutty, open mouth. Frostbyte helps you to your feet, and steps back, to watch you step about in your new regalia. sabina wobbles a little, panting softly, eyes dilated. Purring loudly with every tiny breath. |
The mirror-blob swells into a pregnant sphere and then bursts to release sabina.
You say, "Mmmrrr, hello."
sabina wanders out of the mirror, tail flicking upwards in a little wave to Frostbyte. "Hello Master Frostbyte!" Eyes widening, stopping suddenly, breath catching sharply. Eyes closing quickly, little body going utterly rigid. Struggling veyr hard, it seems, to hold utterly still.
Frostbyte raises an eyebrow and walks over to you. "Sabina? Are you okay?"
Frostbyte is pretty slimy at the moment, and not metaphorically.
sabina gasps, whispering softly, as if repeating some kind of mantra. Squirming a little, then finally holding still for a moment. Sobbing in relief after a couple seconds. "Not really Master... Miss Sumire." Purring loudly, breathless and struggling to remain standing.
Frostbyte picks you up in his arms and looks at you with concern. "Now what did that naughty kitsune do to my favorite kitty cat...?" He settles in to a deck chair with you, reaching out for some lemonade.
sabina mews softly, eyes snapping open at the feeling of the slime all over Master. Squicking, nose wrinkling a little, eyes huge. "Ummm, she replaced my nipple piercing and repierced my clit Master. What the heck is this stuff?" Glancing down at the slime which seems to be smushed everywhere.
You say, "Hmm?" He looks over himself, and shrugs. "Just sperm, nothing to worry about. Wait, she replaced your CLIT?" His eyes bug out! "How the - what did she replace it with?!?"
sabina mews softly. "RePIERCED it Master. She put a barbell piercing through it. And... and they vibrate! And sometimes they get really, really warm and i have to hold absolutely still to make it stop."
The mirror-blob swells into a pregnant sphere and then bursts to release Rinzen.
Frostbyte hmmms. "That's a little vicious. Do you like it?" He fondles gently over Sabina's well-moistened groin, lying with her intimately on a deck chair.
The mirror-blob swells into a pregnant sphere and then bursts to release System.
sabina tail waves to Rinzen. "i don't really have a choice Master." Grinding into the teasing and purring softly. Head lowered slightly, tongue extending out, then curling back, licking over the glistening lower lip.
System floats in through the mirror, blue light shimmering in a barrier around it. After the first few jostlings, the crowd appears to realise touching the barrier is a Bad Thing.
sabina tail waves to System.
Rinzen waves to sabina and Frost, then System. "Hello there, all."
Frostbyte appears to be gently fondling Sabina. He waves to Rinzen and System.
System flashes up characters of light. "Greetings, Rinzen, Sabina, Frostbyte. I wished to inform you, Rinzen, that I completed with that work I informed you of, and that if you wished to go on that journey of exploration, I would be willing. I had to shed my humanoid shell to come down here, I fear.
Rinzen aaahs. "Well, I'm game if you are."
Frostbyte laughs. "Poor System. If he came down here in his metal body he'd never escape without getting _rutted_," he says with a playful growl. "What work is this?"
sabina squirms against the rather slimy, sticky Frostbyte. Panting softly, whimpering and squirming at the teasing fondling and molesting. Giggling at Frostbyte's comment.
Frostbyte mrrrs. "Kiss me," he says to Sabina, just before he kisses her hungrily.
System bobs in place. "I was just handling some dataflow for my processing facility back at home, Frostbyte. If you are ready, Rinzen?"
sabina squeaks, mewing softly into the kiss and quickly returning it eagerly. Trembling against Frostbyte, purring loudly into the forced affections. Tongue eagerly teasing about the inside of His mouth.
Rinzen nods. "Sure." He waves to Frostbyte and Sabina. "You two have fun ... don't do anything I wouldn't do."
System floats back through the mirror.
Frostbyte mrrrs, stroking gently over Sabina's cheeks. "Do you like it, when I treat you like my precious, pretty doll?"
You say, "Thanks, Rinzen. Take care."
Rinzen says, "Later!"
Rinzen touches the transit mirror and vanishes.
sabina nods slightly. "i think so Master." Pressing in close, brow furrowing slightly. "Though it was nice to have facial expressions again, very handy."
You say, "Mmmm. I think it's time we got rid of those before you got hooked to them."
You say, "I'm going to throw you to the Toymakers again, little one, but I'll let you make one request as to what we do, and I promise to consider it carefully."
sabina mews softly, brow furrowing again. "But... ummm, the Toymakers Master? What are they going to do with me?"
You say, "Oh, similar things to what we've already done, I think."
You say, "Only more so."
sabina whimpers, squirming a little, nose wrinkling. "More so how Master? There is not much more that can happen?"
You say, "Oh, there is always more. Further up, further in."
sabina tenses slightly. "i... i want to be able to think still Master. That's, that's very important. What... what will they do?"
Frostbyte kisses your cheek. "I'd never take that away from you, your emotions and quick wit are your most adorable features... Anyone can have enormous breasts," he says, patting your cleavage. "But you wear them so well. I think we'll start from scratch - peel you back down to black latex and work from there. And who's this 'they'? _I_ am a Toymaker.
sabina nods slightly, trembling. Mewing softly and nuzzling into the kiss. "Yes Master. i admit i am afraid but, i trust You." Squirming at the teasing patting and wiggling against You. Pierced nipples visibly stiff under the tight pink corset top.
Frostbyte picks you up, and carts you off...
Toymaker Labs Keep - First Floor
sabina has arrived. The Toy Secretaries stand, turn to sabina, curtsey, and say, in perfect unison, "Greetings, and welcome to Toymaker Labs. If you need assistance, you may ask any of the many Toys, here."
You say, "Say, what do you think of the Secretaries?"
sabina shivers, eyes widening. "They are very sexy Master." Purring raggedly, each shallow breath carrying another sound of arousal and pleasure. Tiny whimpers of fear slipping out every so often, melting into just as common moans of anticipation.
You say, "Would you like to kiss them?"
sabina nods slightly, nose wrinkling a little. "i think i would Master, thank You. Will they... ummm... enjoy it too?" Brow furrowed for a moment, tongue darting out to wet gleaming wide spread lips.
You say, "They love to kiss, silly kitty. *petpet*"
sabina giggles, eyes shining. "Then i would love a kiss with them Master!"
The secretaries turn in unison and beckon openly to the pretty kitty slave.
sabina pads over towards the secretaries. Eyes wide, looking from one to the other and back. Tail flicking side to side slowly. Swallowing softly and stepping very close to them both. "Which one first though?"
Frostbyte watches as both Secretaries stand up as one, revealing the cables connecting them to each other, brainlinked, one mind - one mind in the mood to kiss. With a purr they both bend over and place a kiss on one of 'binas cheeks, before jointly frenching her.
sabina purrs at the soft kiss, nuzzling into both. Mewing softly as they press in as one, soft mouth engulfing the twined tongues eagerly. Pressing into them eagerly, trembling in growing arousal.
Frostbyte steps forward and gently, gently pushes you to your knees. "Close your eyes," he murmurs, as one of the secretaries steps forward at an unspoken command and bares her featureless groin. Frost pushes your lips to it. "Kiss. Lick."
sabina sinks down to kneel, trembling softly and purring VERY loudly. Soft lips brushing against the slickness of her sex. Licking softly, eagerly parting her labia gently. Tongue pressing deep inside her after only a moment of hesitation.
Your tongue presses in and touches only plastic, the flesh smooth and featureless as glass. The secretary smiles with buddhic calm, enjoying the attention and the touch.
sabina mews softly, eyes opening in surprise at the smoothness. Unable to press inside, only teasing against the surface. Purring, licking eagerly, tongue vibrating softly against the secretary.
Frostbyte pets you gently, scritching you behind the ears as he gently pulls you to your feet. "Good girl, bina. Say thank you."
sabina stands, trembling softly. "Thank you Miss." Whispering, eyes locked on the secretary's. Purring raggedly, squirming to press in against them both again.
Toymaker Labs Keep - Elevator
->Toymaker Labs - Sixtieth floor
This floor is decorated in the same colors as those below it, white, pink, and silver. It is divided into three areas, and is obviously intended to help those who live and work in the keep stay fit. A little over half of the floor is taken up by the full gym, equipped with all the normal exercise devices one would expect in one. The rest of the floor is taken up by a large cafeteria, furnished with white and pink plastic chairs and tables, in little clusters set about the place. Behind the counter at one end of the cafeteria is the kitchen, which, as it happens, only serves highly healthy food. Within that kitchen, there are all the supplies and equipment needed to serve a meal to a few thousand people. Most all of the equipment is very large, many of them actually of a size that a full grown centaur could be fit into.
Frostbyte leads you mincing in to the gym past a swarm of mind-teased-tugged-and-molded Toys, to - a spa?
You say, "If I'm going to put you in to the most vicious bondage uniform yet, well, I ought to prepare you for it. You'll have the best oil massage my resources can get you."
sabina stumbles along behind, moaning softly. "Yes Master." Purring, hips grinding a little at the dread promise of whats to come. Eyes closing, breathing very erratic.
You're placed on a latex table, and introduced to Spider, who looks vaguely like ibael except pinker, less baroque, and with more rounded edges. "This is Spider. She's our masseuse."
sabina whimpers softly, looking up at the spider. "Master i need to come very badly." Stammering softly, squirming in arousal. Purring very ragged, looking around almost wildly already. Apparently the anticipation is quite intense.
You say, "It might be your last orgasm for a long time. Would you like to save it for later?"
Gently, the kitten is strapped down, tight, very, very tight, to the table.
sabina whimpers, head shaking softly. Eyes suddenly dilating. "Only Daddy can make me come." Gasping softly and squealing out, eyes blinking. "Ohhh... fuck." Tensing against the straps uselessly on the table top.
You say, "Mmm. Who is Daddy?"
sabina stammers softly. "Torque is my Daddy Master. He, he put blocks in my mind to make sure my nectar would be potent when he needed it."
You say, "Would you like to test them?"
sabina moans, brow furrowing. "i... i need to come." Pleading softly, squirming the tiny bit still possible. Looking up at the gorgeous spider creature, breathing labored and shallow. "i don't think i can take this without coming Master."
Very gingerly, and slightly unnervingly, Spider begins to peel you out of the white latex, corset, and so forth with a scalpel, with atom-level precision. "You may come, sabina."
sabina whimpers loudly, gasping out and struggling a little bit. The whiteness peeling away easily enough. Squealing at the intense sensations, sobbing, tears welling already. But there is no explosion, no release.
You say, "Say it with me, lovely doll. Only Daddy can make you come."
sabina mews loudly, nodding helplessly. "Only Daddy can let me come." Shuddering, tears spilling free as the white latex drops away.
Soon, eerily soon, that scalpel glides over your lips and tongue, flitting away white like melting snow, leaving you nude in your black, the writhing fetish form held down tight.
sabina shudders, panting, eyes closed. Gasping in deeper breaths as the severe corset is finally released. Purring, sobbing out as the piercings begin another round of punitive teasing and warmth.
They're not done. Carefully, the spider reaches for the piercings, but Frost holds up his hands, watching you hold there, so rigid, so statuesque.
sabina cannot remain still, the piercings feeding on the kinetic enegry, vibrating more intensely. Straining against the myriad of strict straps and sobbing in arousal.
Frostbyte watches, silent. He offers no mercy, no escape from the pleasure or the pain. Emotions run hot and cold like water over your body, as palpable and sensual as any lover's tongue or whip.
sabina screams out until there is no more breath. Shuddering, eyes clenched tightly shut. Finally mustering the disicipline to hold still. Tensed against the bondage, muscles cramping, using the straps to force utter stillness for a few moments.
Frostbyte waits until the humming vibration finally stops. Then, gently, he leans down and whispers, "If you ask nicely, we'll take them off. But we'll replace them with something... It's up to you."
sabina whimpers, gasping. "With-with what Master?" Struggling to breath, kitten ears flattened. Trembling, trying to move enough to make the cramps go away. The table wet, a little puddle of frustration between glistening, cramped thighs.
You say, "Platinum and gold. Heavy, and tight - but it wouldn't move on you."
Frostbyte and Spider begin to massage you, working the cramps out of your poor body with hot oils.
sabina trembles, panting softly. "i... i don't think it's up to me Master." Melting into the massage, shaking softly. Squirming, trying to press against your hands, but barely able to move.
Frostbyte nods with a smile, the Spider's four hands moving over your body, the straps withdrawing as you're simply soaked in the hot, wet, slick oils, massaged SO firmly, so sensually...
sabina purrs, nuzzling the hands when they come close enough. Licking at the spider, eyes dilated and glassy. Moaning raggedly, brow furrowing in a desire that is nearly a mental illness.
Spider's hands caress over your rough kitten tongue, slide between your breasts and under your jaw, tease down your back, easing backache from over-corsetry.
sabina stammers, the words barely coherent, pleading uselessly for an orgasm that is impossible to have. Little ass rounded into the air. Shuddering as the massage eases muscles so long abused.
Hours pass. minutes pass. Seconds pass Years pass. Time goes away, all that's left is the touching, is the pleasure. Infinity later, you're being toweled off, left dry of oils, black, shining, glossy - a blank canvas.
sabina arches, pressing ito the toweling. Animal sobs and moans spilling free constantly. Wobbling, pressing against Master at every opportunity now.
Frostbyte gently kisses your forehead, then locks a ball gag in your mouth, inflating it until your silence is secure. "Shhh."
sabina shudders, mewing into the gag, eyes opening wide. Looking up at Master with an almost child like wonder and innocence. Nodding slightly as the innocence melts into a look of pure need and lust.
Frostbyte carts you off, holding you by your collar. Now, barren of piercings, your breasts move freely for the first time in your memory. Savor the moment - it won't last.
sabina moans, squirming a little. Breasts jiggling with each step. Padding down the halls, tail flicking side to side very rapidly. Mewing into the gag again, trying to get Master's attention, trying to get close enough to rub against you.
Frostbyte mrrrs, letting you get close to him so that he can lift your tits in one hand to feel them jiggle properly, feel them wobble and bounce. "These are _heavy_," he says with some pride. "You must have almost a half gallon, between the two of them."
sabina presses into the touch with a gagged moan of frustration. Nodding slightly, the breasts so heavy, but still so firm and tight. Knees buckling as Master caresses them, nipples painfully stiff.
Frostbyte pinches one, firmly. "I'm half tempted to leave the piercing off these... They bounce about SO delightfully."
sabina squeaks, gasping at the pinch, eyes closing tightly. Mewing raggedly into the gag and trying to press deeper into the pain.
Frostbyte purrrrs, pulling you closer, grinding his crotch in to your tits. "Yes. Yes, I'll definitly have to do something with these lovelies of yours."
sabina nuzzles You softly, smearing gagged lips and drool against Master's hard tummy. Breasts rubbing teasingly against You, tail wrapping around Your knee tightly.
Frostbyte grins, swings you over his shoulder gently, and carts you to the toybox.
Toymaker Labs Keep - Elevator
->Toymaker Labs - Twentieth floor This floor has the same pink, white, and silver color theme of those below it, the cieling glowing to provide light like them. However, unlike them, it is divided up into four seperate, smaller rooms, connected by a circular hall surrounding the elevator. Three of those rooms are what appear to be surgical theaters, the fourth a more traditional lab scene, full of unidentifiable equipment, test tubes, beakers, cages full of lab animals, and other, similar things. The surgical theaters are all identical, featuring canisters of anaesthetics, refrigerators opposite the door contianing various drugs, and a table in the middle of the room, with built in metal restraints, and a cart full of surgical equipment next to it. There are also several odd looking objects on that cart, which might well be cybernetic implants.
sabina grinds against Your shoulder uselessly. Purring very loudly, eyes closed. Nuzzling against the quills, beyond caring about the dangers.
Frostbyte leads your durable little body to a repurposed medical bay, specifically equipped for the purpose of making you in to a very, very pretty toy. You're slipped down on to what was once a surgical table, and is now a proper rutting bed.
sabina looks around, eyes wide, curious and afraid. Sinking into the bed, legs spreading wide apart without a though. Little slit glistening, latex skin gleaming wetly almost as of it were capable of sweating.
Three Toys are slid down from the ceiling in tubes, one tigress, one gazelle, and one jackal. In unison they open their eyes, and each one, in turn, kisses you gently.
sabina nuzzles into the kisses, eyes huge in surprise at their sudden appearance. Looking up at Master, the arousal and fear bordering on panic for a moment. Eyes closing with a loud, moaned purr. Sinking back against the table, savoring the intensity of the emotions and sensations.
Frostbyte all at once the Toy caress your lips, and slide opaque black plastic shields over your eyes and under your eyelids. They sting, but just for a moment... Then the white latex starts to spray over you. Your hair is dipped in a thick gelatin, and pulled taut, as it's dyed in a rainbow of glisteningly vibrant pastels from root to tip.
sabina mews, gasping as the lenses are placed. Whimpering loudly, head arching back for a moment. Squirming as a new layer of white latex is sprayed into place. Mewing into the gag softly, brow furrowing in confusion for a moment at the sensations. Hair so heavy, so sticky.
Suddenly a lance of electricty explodes through the gelatin, vaporizing it with a stench of strawberries. You feel like every last strand of your hair has been burnt away - but it floats above you, now weightless, infused with an equal amount of anti-mass.
sabina SQUEAKS into the gag in surprise and hurt. Squirming on the table, tail flicking about madly. Gasping softly, slowly calming a little.
You feel a pair of thigh-high skintight boots being slid up your legs. Each one tapers in to an impossibly vicious point, like prancing on pinheads, and the heel is a full seven inches, with a small ring built in to the joint of heel and sole for locking.
Frostbyte watches the Toys spray glossy anti-mass silver latex on to your tits, carefully surrounding every inch of them, letting them buoy about with a cartoonishly exaggerated bounce.
sabina squirms a little, gasping at the strange sensations. Heart hammering faster. Questioning little mews escaping the gag.
Then, without warning, you're fitted with your new nipple piercings - a pair of enormous platinum rings with gold ribbing, weighing only half as much as it ought so as not to take away from the delightful bounce of your new tits... Plus, all one needs to do to get some of your sweet nectar is give those piercings a sharp twist... Like so. *twist*
sabina squeaks softly, legs tensing against the severe boots, toes crammed into the needle point toes.
Then all of the above was stricken from the record for being a tad too... disco. We started over...
->Toymaker Labs - Twentieth floor This floor has the same pink, white, and silver color theme of those below it, the cieling glowing to provide light like them. However, unlike them, it is divided up into four seperate, smaller rooms, connected by a circular hall surrounding the elevator. Three of those rooms are what appear to be surgical theaters, the fourth a more traditional lab scene, full of unidentifiable equipment, test tubes, beakers, cages full of lab animals, and other, similar things. The surgical theaters are all identical, featuring canisters of anaesthetics, refrigerators opposite the door contianing various drugs, and a table in the middle of the room, with built in metal restraints, and a cart full of surgical equipment next to it. There are also several odd looking objects on that cart, which might well be cybernetic implants.
sabina gasps softly as Frostbyte strips away everything back to the gleaming basic black. Trembling against the table softly, eyes still lensed for safety. Softly suckling on the huge ball gag, heart hammering. Mewing into the gag in confusion, tail flicking against the table.
Frostbyte mrrrs, carting you deeper in to the surgery ward, letting you mince along behind him at the end of a silk ribbon knotted to your collar. Three toys (described above) wait there for you, with serene, tranced gazes staring thoughtlessly ahead with barbie doll smiles.
sabina squeaks, pulled along again, struggling to keep up. Mewing loudly into the ball, blindly following Master Frostbyte. Trembling, ears perked, little nose flaring. Trying to gain any information about the new torments that surely await.
You catch a scent of honey, hear a whoosh of venting gasses, before Frost picks you up bodily and forcefully puts you down upon an operating table, the three other toys snapping from their fugue to merrily help strap you down.
sabina moans loudly, squirming frantically. Panting and straining a little against the straps and the toys handling them. "What... what are they going to do to me Master?"
Frostbyte grins and kisses you lewdly, sliding his tongue between your lips for a long, silent moment before it's finally broken. "Nothing you won't find delightful," he purrs.
sabina presses into the kiss, nipples stiffening, breathing coming very shallow and ragged. Loud purred moans spilling into Master's mouth with each frantic breath. Mewing softly as the kiss breaks, eyes dilated and wide.
Frostbyte gently feels over your slick, black-clad body, feeling the texture of the latex beneath his fingertips. "Such beauty... It simply must be showed off more," he purrs, as an enormous vat of... something... Is slowly rolled in to place behind you.
sabina pants softly, eyeing the vat helplessly. The straps so completely thorough and cruelly tight. Gasping softly, struggling to even breath under the tight embrace. Eyes drifting to the toys, then back to Frostbyte. Utterly at the mercy of such a creative sadist.
Frostbyte licks his fingertips, runs them over your beestung lips, smiles warmly. He snaps his fingers to the tigress and she daintily holds your eyes open while the gazelle fits you with black plastic scleral shells. You feel your braid being lowered in to that vat of gelatin...
sabina gasps softly, nuzzling against the fingers, trying to lick and suckle them like a good slut. Purring, eyes held wide open. Mewing in discomfort and fear as the lenses are placed. Struggling and gasping loudly. Brow furrowing at the strange warmth of the gel. "What?"
Frostbyte smiles, as the dolls begin to spray you down with a fresh coat of white latex. "Shhh." He watches as your braid is pulled taut, pulling it through the different, pastel-colored layers of the gelatin to be dyed in a beautiful rainbow.
sabina mews, falling silent, eyelids blinking over the lenses. Shivering at the warmth of the spray. Glistening white latex spray merging fluidly with the black latex flesh it touches. Slim hips arching against the straps, savoring the warm tickle of the spray.
Suddenly there's a bright shock as the gelatin soaking your hair is electrified, exploding in to vapor, and it feels as though your hair is gone - but no, merely infused with anti-mass, drifting above you on the breeze. Happily, the tigress begins to tie it with lovely white latex ribbons, as the other two toys smooth out your white latex with the greatest of care.
sabina SQUEAKS, tensing at the bizarre unexpected sensation. Mewing loudly, ears perked, straining against the bondage for a moment. Then, slowly, relaxing as the sensation becomes simply strange and not unpleasant at all. "Did... Master what happened to my hair?"
Frostbyte smiles. "Never you worry - you'll see just how lovely it is when we finish," he promises. The dolls spray your face down with latex, but don't seem inclined to spend the time to make it exceptionally fine - they spray-n-pray and move on. Soon you're all white gloss. Gently, they remove your scleral shells.
sabina blinks as the lenses are removed, wincing at the strange feelings of having them suck free of dry eyeballs. "Gah!" Every move makes the beribboned braid wobble and flop about.
Even as you recover from their removal, the Toys replace the lenses with something much less forgiving. They seal a latex mask over your face, one without a single gap through which to breathe. You can feel it beginning to cling to you, tighter and tighter, taking control of your expressions.
sabina whimpers loudly, mewing into the new mask and squirming against the straps frantically. Eyes closed, head pressed back into the padding. Gasping ragged, frantic little breaths through the tiny gap. Heart hammering, breasts thrust brazenly upwards towards Master.
Frostbyte grabs both your breasts and pinches them shamelessly as the mask molds itself, and you, in to the very picture of happiness, a cry of joy so open and sincere that it simply DEMANDS to be aggressively fucked. Still no way to breathe, the mask still bleached dead white, still sealing your eyes even as it holds the eyelids wide apart.
sabina whimpers, squealing at the painful pinching. Eyes drawn open as the mask tightens down, eyes watering. Shuddering helplessly under Your hands and sobbing in torment and frustration. Glistening, swollen, white breasts heaving a little with the frantic struggling and panting.
Gently, with utmost care, the Toys begin to paint the featureless white latex of the mask. Your lips are painted a glossy red, carefully polished and highlighted with pink, your lashes pulled and extended long and black and gently curling, your cheeks blushing prettily. The latex over your eyes is dabbed with a very special paint, turning it as transparent as a contact lens.
sabina winces, unable to resist much. Moaning softly as the touches become more clear, the feelings returning even through the mask. Latex coated tongue darting out to lick at the fingers in sensual abandon. Nipples extremely stiff now, little body squirming against the straps.
Frostbyte waves to you with a grin. "Squeak if you can see me," he says, as the toys lift your midsection and carefully slide what feels like a corset underneath you for fastening.
sabina squeaks softly. Tongue caressing over those beestung, red lips in a slutty little display.
Frostbyte grins. The mask continues it's crawl inward, reaching for your vocal chords and grabbing them in an inescapable hand. You feel rather odd. "Squeak again?" As you do, you find that your voice has been raised to a Toy-like girlish chirp, well in to the soprano range!
sabina squeaks softly, eyes widening at the cartoonish pitch it creates. Mewing, squeaking in protest. Tail giving a sharp flick, thighs tensing against the straps.
Frostbyte mrrrs and pulls you upright, letting you sit up even though your legs and hips are still firmly strapped down. He helps steady you as Tigress and Jackal work together to tighten your waist-cincher, leaving your heaving bosom free to bounce and jiggle.
sabina sits, gasping as the cincher tightens, mewing at the intense, unbearably compression. Panting more and more frantically, struggling to breath against the tight pink latex.
Just as it is all you can bear, as it seems that one more tug by those two Toys would simply pop you in two, they tie off the corset with a double bow, and then seal the knot in liquid latex, leaving you wasp-waisted and light-headed.
sabina whimpers, shallow little pants escaping the tiny nose openings in the mask. Squirming a little, squeaking in tiny, high pitched little pleading noises.
Frostbyte carefully replaces your nipple and clit piercings with those small sapphire rings forged by Sumire, those rings which torment you so very cruelly with their heat and vibration.
sabina arches into the sensations of the barbells being slid back into place. Gasping and moaning loudly, nuzzling against Master with that silly masked grin. Purring very loudly in arousal and need.
Frostbyte pets you gently, beaming at you with love, as your legs are slid in to a truly vicious pair of thigh-high boots, with long, tapered toes and seven-inch heels of crystal clear glass.
sabina wiggles a little, eyes shining softly through the thin membrane of clear latex. Mewing, little toes flexing a little, legs sliding deep into the boots. Panting softly, breasts brushing against Your side with each tiny breath.
Frostbyte carefully slides your heaving tits in to a web of glittering pink latex fishnet, having to pull it tight over your breasts for it to hold in place. It digs bitterly in to the latex skin with webbing as thin as dental floss in places. Even as your breasts strain to bulge through each little diamond of fishnet, your nipples begin to ooze their honey. Carefully, he hooks the top of the netting to your collar, so that with every movement your tits bounce and heave and jiggle with painful enthusiasm.
sabina whimpers loudly, eyes huge as the fishnet is worked into place. Sobbing at the severe compression, the ache of being so cruelly bound. Head arching back a little, pulling on the netting painfully, a ragged sob escapes the slutty, open mouth.
Frostbyte helps you to your feet, and steps back, to watch you step about in your new regalia.
sabina wobbles a little, panting softly, eyes dilated. Purring loudly with every tiny breath.