The door opens and here come two men in the room. I can see them, they are black and very muscular, they come to pick me up. At first, I react with fear, trying to retract myself and get away from them. Obviously, I don't succeed! I feel myself being lifted up and carried out of the room.
Here it goes. I'm arranged like a sex doll and I'm in public. I can see that we are in the corridor, passing near other hotel guests, and I can pick up some interesting stares at my outfit. As they are moving me, I feel the intruders in me shifting; the whole situation is starting to get at me.
"Hi Trish, this is Jeff."
I hear my husband's voice directly in my head. Because of the gag, I can't reply, and even if I could, I fear to be discovered. I think he knows that I will be silent, so he continues.
"I really hope you are enjoying yourself and I'm sorry that I could not give you a heads up. Since I was worried that you could feel bored, sometime later during the night, I asked Frizo something to address this and he complied, as usual. There are some sensors embedded on the tips of the two plug that are into you, a couple of little shock units placed on your tits, others on your tights and on the soles of your feet. He even placed some zappers on your armpits and on the small of your back. These are all radio controlled by radio waves, so whenever you come near some mobile phone, active in a call, some waves will wake them up at random and without a pattern. Starting from... Now!"
As soon as Jeff tells me this, I can hear that one of the men carrying me answers his mobile phone. I try to speak, foolish enough, and wait terrified for what will come.
It starts with a little prod on the sole of my right foot, and as the zapper starts to tingle and since the outfit is like a second skin, my legs starts to twitch against the plastic cocoon I'm in. The muscle spasms transmits up the leg and as they come stronger, I can feel my labia contracting, practically sucking in the plug.
I can't resist, and whenever my pussy pushes at the dildo, I can feel it pressing on my clit. While I try to move, following the spasm, the wave is rising in me.
But still, the entire suit was designed exactly to immobilize me and every movement I try, willingly or not, is fought by the unyielding doll!
Then he ends the call and all is silent. Too early, too damn early! I was literally inching to an orgasm! I can feel my sweat running on my face, and I'm not able to collect it with my hands.
Oh my god, the whole night of this?????
Ok, a problem at a time, so I think as I open my eyes and see they are carrying me into an elevator, then they leave me to the ground on my back. I can see and hear them, they are talking about my weight, and the details of my features.
"Seems to be made for blowjobs, don't you think?"
"Nope, it reminds me of a girl I used to go out with..."
Meanwhile, I feel a little dizzy, sensing the movement, we are going down, but the lack of control of the tilt of my body is making a number on my equilibrium.
Then it hits me, I will be carried outside like this in public, and all will be able to see my plastic labia, sticking out from my underwear. I know, they are not mine, but the ensemble I saw in the mirror before is sticking to my mind.
On top of that, I'm going to be carried outside, in the middle of a crowd, in public. Mind blowing.
As the elevator stops, the two pick me up, and right now I feel exactly like an object. They are carrying me to an SUV, black, which I enter via the rear door. It is obvious that they do not know that there is a person inside the doll, since I'm leaning on my right side and the only thing that I can see from my narrow point of view is the floor of the trunk it self. Time passes and I try to listen to my body, I'm leaning on my right shoulder but, since the shell is quite rigid, I do not feel a thing. A single drop of sweat that seems to be running on my forehead is disturbing, I can feel it inching its way from left to right. Then, suddenly, I hear a jingle, a tune from a phone.
Oh, no, a mobile phone, I can hear that outside the car someone is answering the phone. And so, my left tit starts to vibrate. As the vibration starts from the breast area, it flows in the bust and in a matter of seconds, I can feel myself trying to move against the suit. I try to focus on what is happening around me. And I perceive movement around the car. As I try to relax myself the vibration abruptly stops. Dammit! The SUV starts to move as people climb in, I hear voices, cheers, and I hear when someone sees the doll.
"Ok, people, lemme see the doll!"
I instantly recognize the voice. Dammit, it's the Real ... I feel like someone is pushing me around, I see a glimpse of hands passing over my face and going to my breast, my crotch. It seems like a very quick exploration, but still I have this instinctive, and pointless, urge to cover myself.
"Wow, it's very life-like. It's gonna be a hoot when they see this beauty on the red carpet!"
On the red carpet? Live on tv? Are they mad or what? I start to panic, again.
