As she came-to she became aware of a roaring pleasure coursing through her, radiating out from the steady vibrations thrumming between her legs. As if emerging from cold water, she gasped for breath, opening her eyes to the confusing array of lights and cacophony of sound assaulting her senses.
She was in a bright square room. No not a room, it was too small; more of a box. The walls, floor and ceiling were white cushioned leather, with soft led lighting strips at every corner. She was on her knees, and the top of the box was only a few feet above her head. The item between her legs was the only remotely familiar object. She recognised it from videos online, a sybian vibrator. A black saddle with a dildo protruding from the top, which was currently working away inside her, vibrating against her g-spot, accompanied by pads that massaged her clit at the same frequency. She had never used one before, and now recognised how worthy it was of its widespread popularity.
It commanded all her attention, despite all the other intricate items of interest around the room, her eyes were fixed to the device. It hummed as it worked, the phallus pressed deliciously against her g-spot, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. She was soaked, her wet pussy clenching but finding no purchase on the slippery rubber pressed into her. She moaned as the looming climax began to creep up on her.
Through the foggy confusion of pleasure, she tried to focus more on where she was, pushing the pleasure away. The light still felt too much, and she could only now begin to open her eyes fully. She tried to lift herself off, but had only limited movement. Her legs were tightly locked into the saddle, a black metal cuff around her ankles parallel to the floor, and a leather-padded metal arm pressing down on either of her thighs to hold her in place. The metal was curved perfectly to the shape of her leg so she was firmly stuck. Her wrists were also in cuffs, attached to thick black metal chains that were screwed to the floor in front of the saddle.
Much of the floor was taken up by a circular panel that both she and the sybian sat in the centre of, even the metal chain connected into the same panel. She tugged at the restraints, beginning to scream in growing panic. There was no budge, and only enough chain to allow her to rest her hands on the front of the saddle or the floor if she chose. She couldn't reach anywhere near the vibrating mechanics. The vibration sped up a little, sending a jolt through her frame as the pleasure intensified.
Her dread had drowned out the machine's caress before, but now it was back to receiving her full attention. She knew from seeing the sybian operate before that there were controls, a cable that ran out of the saddle to a couple of dials on a sort of remote, but it was nowhere to be seen. Presumably hidden somewhere beneath the floor panel.
In front of her were a couple of screens and some equipment. The first to catch her eye sent another pang of terror to her heart, a camera lens trained directly on her. Next to it was a computer screen on a webpage she didn't recognise, but from the banner and format, she knew it was surely a porn site of some kind. There was a logo on the top left in the shape of the letter 'N', and the majority of the screen was taken up by a video. It was her on screen, her eyes wide with shock. Her petite pale-skinned body was trembling visibly, she hadn't noticed it until she'd seen herself live on screen. The benefit of her relentless daily exercise was in clear view, her lean abdomen tight with perky firm tits bouncing with her movement, the nipples tight and inviting. Her long white-blond hair had been tied up in a loose bun to give a good view of her face.
Despite the anguish across her features, the occasional flash of pleasure overcame her expression. She was wearing a little make-up, the sort she would never apply herself. It was subtle and tasteful in ways she had yet to master, a slight blush to her cheeks to accentuate her narrow face and small pointed nose. Her light eyebrows had been brushed with a darker shade, framing her glowing blue eyes which shone with innocence, the kind that didn't suit the lude situation she was confronted with.
The soft lighting and erotic scene created quite a striking image. She looked amazing, but what caught her eye most of all was the block text over the video image 'Elouise: Stream Offline'. Whatever dreadful thing was going to happen hadn't started yet. She breathed a sigh of relief between her laboured gasps of pleasure. While relieved it wasn't streaming, it was concerning that whoever did this knew her name. She realised she hadn't spoken yet.
"Hello!?" she cried weakly, her voice still hoarse. She cringed internally for shouting something so cliché. Had she expected someone to shout 'Hi' back? But what else could she say? Calling for help seemed fruitless, yelling obscenities might anger whoever was behind this, and asking who was responsible seemed unlikely to yield results.
"What is this!? Why are you doing this to me!?" she finally settled on, her raspy high-pitched voice echoed back in the small padded box. She was so softly spoken that she doubted anyone would have heard her unless they were close-by.
