Hello readers.
Like some of my others this story takes its cues from hentai a lot and has the same disregard for biology. This time we have machine bondage, nonconsent, futanarization, body modification, mental corruption and large insertions.
Everyone is over the age of 18 and completely fictional.
Feedback and comments are welcome as usual.
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Claire woke with a jerk.
Light. Bright and blinding, suddenly blooming in front of her, turning the insides of her eyelids red and forcing her into wakefulness.
"Fuck!" she swore, her throat dry, voice raspy as if she hadn't spoken in days.
The lights dimmed. Settling into a gloom that matched her room when she used her bedside lamp to read.
She tried to move her hand. To cover her squinting eyes and recover from the sudden brightness.
It didn't budge.
"Wha?" Claire said, her mind not quite processing things at the proper speed yet.
She tried the other hand. It didn't move either.
Panic. Sharp and fierce tore apart her drowsiness. She couldn't move her hands.
She tried to sit up and was met with the same resistance. Neither leg budging an inch.
The panic spiked harder. She still couldn't see properly. She couldn't move.
"Help! Help me please!"
Claire winced at the sound of her own voice, her scream amplified somehow.
"THE SUBJECT WILL BE SILENT."
The robotic voice boomed and Claire flinched at the sound, trying to pull away as much as she could.
"Oww fuck! Hello? Help me please! I'm stuck!" Claire tried again.
"THE SUBJECT WILL BE SILENT."
The voice boomed again and the blinding lights flashed.
"AGGGH!" Claire screamed, her vision wiped out again by light. The robotic voice piercing in its intensity.
"Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok." she stammered out in a whisper.
The lights dimmed and Claire sighed in relief.
Keeping her eyes shut, she tried to focus. Her head was swimming and she felt parched but she tried to think. Tried to reign in her panic and calm herself. Panic would only lead to more trouble.
What had happened? Where was she? Why couldn't she move?
The second and third she could answer in a minute. She just had to stay silent and wait for her eyes to recover again.
Screwing her eyes shut, she tried to remember. She could remember her university class. Could remember telling her roommate Eden she was going out.
But after that there was only darkness. Like her mind had been wiped.
That thought terrified her, and she had to fight to control her panic again.
Had someone taken her? Done something to her? How long had she been gone? How long had she been asleep? Would someone be looking for her? The cops? Eden? Her parents?
The questions chased themselves around in circles with no possible answers.
Focus
she told herself.
What can you do?
Claire listened to her own instruction. Slowing her breathing as she'd taught as part of her fitness regime. Then allowed her mind to clear.
There was the pain in her head. Her eyes still stinging from the light. She kept going down her body. Something was wrapped around her neck, a tight, constricting collar that allowed almost no movement. She could look up, but not down and only the slightest amount to either side. Her chest was bare. There was no comforting weight of her clothing or the firm support of her bra. She could only feel beads of sweat trickling down between her breasts. Her arms were stuck, held out from her body like she was a star. Her hands balled into fists and wrapped in something that came all the way up to her elbow.
Her lower half was also bare. And she trembled at the realisation. She was naked. Her legs open and held out from her body like her arms. They too were trapped in something up to the middle of her thighs.
Her pussy, tits and ass were on display for whoever or whatever was out there.
After a few more minutes of suppressed terror, Claire risked opening her eyes. She was still seeing spots, brightly coloured dots floating back and forth in front of her but not enough to block her vision completely.
The sight that greeted her was terrifying in a different way. No more than a few meters away, was a mirror. Thin and long it was just wide enough to show her a reflection of her entire body. To either side of it was blank metallic wall, and even with her limited movement and vision she could see that it was small. The corners to either side turning back towards her. Those walls were the same blank metallic grey and rolling her eyes upward she could see the roof the same short distance away.
Holy shit.
Claire had to stifle the curse, thinking rather than speaking.
I'm in a fucking box.
No wonder the air was so hot. She could feel sweat rolling down her back now, more beads following the others down between her breasts.
Blinking rapidly, she tried to force the last remaining spots from her vision before she focused on the mirror again.
She gulped slowly, feeling the pressure of it as the tight collar made swallowing difficult as she took in the sight of herself and her predicament.
Her hair was a mess. Dyed white to match her usual gothic style, and cut short to just above her shoulders with slightly longer bangs that framed her face. It was limp and she could see streaks in it from her sweat as well hanging above the bright blue eyes that people always told her sparkled like the summer sky. The best indication yet that she'd been here for a while.
The collar was plastic, leather or latex, she couldn't tell. It was black, rigid with a very pronounced lip where it ended under her chin and it had several metal rings spaced around it though nothing was currently attached to the ones she could see.
As she'd realised her chest was bare, her small tits were on display. Just enough to fill the palm of her hands, they sat high and firm, not an ounce of sag in them at all. Growing up she'd been worried about the size of them but getting to university she'd found plenty of people who had had no problem with her small chest or even openly preferred it. Those ones soon discovered that the lack of size was more than made up for in the sensitivity. Her nipples were nearly always hard and erect. Pink, half inch nubs that managed to stand out even against her lily-white complexion. Playing with them alone was sometimes enough to make her orgasm.
Focus
Claire told herself, shaking those thoughts away.
They weren't going to help.
She returned to her study.
The material that was trapping her limbs looked like some sort of cushioning or gel. There was more of the same metal that made up the walls wrapped around it and compressing it around her.
The final thing she could see was some sort of ridge. Kind of like a saddle or the sex toys she had seen in some of her roommates porn sat an inch or so beneath her spread crotch like a waiting beast. Beneath it, she could see more metal, a big box that went all the way to the floor and hid whatever was inside or behind it.
Her study complete, Claire let out a shaky sigh and tried once more to pull free. Nothing budged. Once more the panic threatened to overwhelm her.
No. No. No. No. No.
