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Breaking Dawn 2

Breaking Dawn 2

by the_iron_maiden
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Dawn awoke peacefully, almost as if she were still asleep as her eyes flittered open. She stretched her arms, her sleep lethargically sticking to her mind as she began to wake. Yet something kept her arms from going out too far, something smooth was keeping them in. Dawn tried to sit up in a moment of panic, but found herself tugged back, her head landing heavily on a pillow. She would rub her eyes, were her hands not kept out of reach, and as she began to blink, she realized she was on the ground, and some sort of plastic sheet was covering her. She immediately pushed at it, to get it off of her, but found it to be encasing her, with only her head poking out of a small hole. Which itself held firmly around her neck.

"What the heck is this thing!" She yelled as she struggled within it, before footsteps drew her attention away.

A woman of tall stature, made taller by her heels, stepped coolly towards Dawn, a smirk of excitement and triumph on her face. "Miss Hoffman, you are in a comfortable and quite fun vacuum bed. You have fifteen seconds before your window of escape closes. Better work fast~"

Dawn froze for but a moment, until the sound of whirring spun her to action. She pulled at the neck of the sheet, desperately trying to climb out through the especially small exit, while the vacbed began to shrink, tightening up around her body.

"Seven, six, five," the woman counted as she stood over the squirming form of Dawn. Her pitiful struggling exciting the woman all the more, "Four, three, two..."

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And with that, the casing was completely body-tight, sealing Dawn in a prison the exact size of her. Still, she fought helplessly in the latex sealing, her heart racing and movements frantic. She felt her heart sink as she looked up at the strange woman, who came down and lay over Dawn, smiling like a child on Christmas day. Yet... a small part of her couldn't help but become nervously anticipatory. She bit her lip.

The woman leaned in, her face inches from Dawn, who tried to pull her head back but found it to be met with no more space between the back of her head and the pillow. The woman played with Dawn's hair, ignoring Dawn's blush. She turned her head away from the woman, who grabbed her chin and made her return her gaze,

"I'm about to make you so fucking mine..."

Dawn should have been terrified, she should have been afraid, or angry, or at least done something to fight back. But all she did was stare back in awe, as her cheeks grew redder. The woman's smile did not waver, and she stood up again, going out of sight. Dawn tried to look and see what she was doing, but all she could manage was feebly holding her head up. The woman returned with what appeared to be a VR headset, with a few odd looking buttons on the side, and a strap with an odd shape in the middle.

The woman knelt over Dawn, this time from the other side, above her head and appearing upside down. She brought the strange strap to her mouth, a bit of rubber filling her mouth. Too late, she began to struggle and protest verbally, only for it to be muffled as the gag was tightened around her head. Her mouth felt stuffed as she tried to push the invading object out with her tongue.

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As this distracted her, however, the woman fastened the VR headset around her too, acting as a blindfold, without any light coming from it. "How about a movie to pass the time, sweety? I just know you'll love this one!"

The screen came to life, bright swirling and psychedelic shapes and colors swam across her vision. She tried to look away, tossing and turning her head, but with it strapped so tight, it did little to nothing. The beautiful images spun and burned in her mind, and she felt herself feeling calm and loose despite her situation. Her struggling began to dampen to soft squirming, as her grunts and cries began to sink into moans and whimpers.

The woman began to let her giddiness get the better of her, jumping up and down in excitement at the display. But she didn't let herself forget the very last part to complete her new toy's wrapping. She stepped calmly to the only table in the room, littered with miscellaneous gear. She carefully picked up a gasmask. A special one. This gas mask had a scopolomie variant blend lacing it, a nonlethal dose of course, and designed specially to create long-term suggestibility.

She took it with glee, her hands practically shaking with excitement, as she tightened it around Dawn's nose and gagged mouth. Finally she watched as the already weak, almost aroused squirming became even weaker as the gas pumped in. This is it, the woman thought, she's mine.

She allowed herself to enjoy the show as Dawn became so deliciously helpless, body restrained, mind weakening, spirit breaking. Soon she would be nothing but an eager pet and obedient toy.

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