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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. |