She woke up in a cozy bed. A thick, heavy blanket lay atop her naked body. The sheets felt nice.
The light was soft and warm. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept that well. She sleepily ran her fingers between her body and the bedsheet and jolted awake in a confused panic when she found her vulva totally shaved.
She sat up and looked around. This wasn't her bed. It wasn't her room. There were no windows, and the walls were painted cinderblocks. The temperature was perfect, but she felt cold and scared. Her lip trembled and she was covered in goosebumps. She clutched the covers to her neck, facing the door.
A chrome-plated slot opened at the bottom, and a hand presented a well-appointed tray of food. Avocado, bacon, a healthy slice of toast, and eggs the way she liked them. Juice and coffee sat in identical, double-walled glasses on two corners of the tray.
"Good morning!" the voice called out. The hand that left the tray then gently closed the slot. Footsteps faded away quickly, and she sat there, looking at this tray of food, listening to her own heartbeat throbbing in her ears. There was no sound other than that and her occasional whimper.
The smell of breakfast made its way to her nose. Her stomach growled. All she could remember is finding two flat tires on her car when she came out of the grocery store. She looked down at her vulva. It was perfectly barren. She never shaved it that well herself, and she certainly hadn't done it in weeks. She felt around her labia and her anus. All perfectly done. She closed her eyes and breathed consciously.
She was successfully calming herself - something about the light, and the bed, and the smell of the food was comforting her, despite her drawing a complete blank as to how she had ended up there. She laid back down, and fell asleep, completely covering herself in the heavy blanket.
She woke up hours later. Stomach sticking to itself with hunger. She peeked around the edge of the blanket towards the door. The food was still there. Across the room was a single wooden chair and a small table, upon which lay, perfectly folded, a pair of grey sweat pants and a sweatshirt. She walked over. The floor felt pleasantly hot and the whole room was perfectly warm. The fabric was incredibly soft. They smelled very clean. She put them on, picked up the tray, and sat down to eat.
The bacon was cold and the avocado was warm. But it was positively delicious. She savored every bite. The flavor was...intense. Eating was calming her, despite the undeniable likelihood that she was being held captive. She shifted in her seat as she took a bite of the toast. The way the sweatshirt rubbed on the side of her breast made her pause for a second, and repeat the motion. She ran her hand along the inside of her thigh as the salted butter coated her tongue. The bread was buttered on both sides, lightly toasted, and absolutely delectable.
The meal was extremely satisfying. She felt like it has been a long time since she had eaten that well. She wiped her hands off on the cloth napkin and slipped one under her shirt. Her fingertips running along her skin felt electric. She touched the bottom of her left breast and felt an intense heat in her vulva.
She pulled her hand away, startled by the opening of the slot in the door. It made a good sound. It was a well-built slot, and the man opened it carefully.
"If you're done eating, you can put the tray here so I can take it away," the man said. She sat quietly. He delivered another tray with some sort of device on it and an envelope. He waited for a moment, then closed the slot. His footsteps faded.
She sat for a moment - as if to ensure that he wasn't coming back. She went back to touching her breast. Her nipple was hard. She gently grabbed at her breast, caressing her nipple against the fuzzy interior of the sweatshirt.
She made her way to the door and crouched down to examine the contents of the tray. As she did so, she caught her reflection on the slot in the door, surprised to see the crotch of the pants darkened. She pulled at the waistband and reached inside to find that she was soaking wet. She ran her middle finger along her slit and over her clit on the way up and out of the waistband. She looked at her wet finger. She smelled it. She put it on her lips, then licked her lips. She had never liked her own taste as much as she did that instant. And with a deep breath, she stuck the wet finger in her mouth and sucked it dry. She felt the heat in her crotch again.
She was confused but didn't care. She didn't know where she was but felt no danger. Thoughts darted in her head about even the length of time she'd been held. But it didn't seem to matter. She loved her breakfast, and now she couldn't wait to spend the day making herself cum. This was certainly not part of her normal routine, but her body's response was undeniable, and she let her mind take a back seat to that.
She looked down at the tray again. The plastic device looked a bit like a large dragonfly with a very short tail, with elastic straps instead of wings. There was an old-timey three-position power switch on one side. It had some heft and was most definitely homemade - but well built. It smelled like new plastic.
She opened the envelope to find several polaroid pictures. They were numbered. The first one was a picture of the device on the tray. The second showed the elastic straps around a thigh and a hip. This caught her attention. The third image showed the "eyes" of the dragonfly placed on either side of a clit. Her eyes widened when she saw the mole at the edge of the photo. She looked down her pants in disbelief - that was definitely her mole.
The fourth photo showed the switch in position 1. The fifth photo showed a view from her feet, the tail of the dragonfly curled so that its tip rested against her anus. The last photo showed the switch in position 2.
She went back to the clit photo and looked more carefully. The side of the device facing her body was glistening. She pulled at her clit as she realized that the sheen on the device in the photo were her juices. She remained squatted but pulled the pants to her knees. She ran the tips of her left fingers along her labia and dripped a bit on the floor. She could not think straight, and certainly had stopped caring that she had been photographed in this state.
She took her pants off and headed to bed with the dragonfly. She strapped it to her legs as shown in the photo. It wasn't easy to make sense of it until it fit just right - with the eyes on either side of her clit. She pulled at her skin to let it settle into what was obviously the right place. She dabbed some of her juices around it. Adjusted her hips, and pushed down on her tummy with her left hand as she flipped the switch to position 1. She wanted to see what it would do.
The lights dimmed in the room. She looked around and saw nothing - presumably, the device was doing this. As the room got dark, the dragonfly lit up with a soft, purple glow. And then the eyes started rotating.
They were wheels. With a low whirring sound, they started rolling on either side of her clit, lightly peeling back her hood and caressing her. She clinched in reflex. With a few adjustments for comfort, she fed the wheels with the juices she was otherwise dripping onto the bed. With the wheels fully lubricated, and legs comfortable, she let her hands roam her torso as the dragonfly did its work.
The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt. The wheels were like infinitely long fingers running beside her clit. She experimented grappling at her breasts with different intensity. She let the pressure build with her muscles relaxed, and then she tensed to reset herself. She noted that the straps were laid out in such a way that, if she spread her legs, the dragonfly would be pulled towards her, changing where the wheels sat. If she closed her legs, the tension decreased, and the wheels ran down to her slit, where they lubricated themselves while filling her with an intense desire to be penetrated.
She liked the hands-off control. She let her mind wander. Images of licking and rubbing, of feeling warm. She squeezed her breasts, then caressed herself. She pulled at her hair a bit as she opened her legs. Her vulva was almost numb with pleasure.
Then she felt it. If she spread far enough, the dragonfly's tail came into contact with her ass. She pulled her head up to watch the motion, as it tilted down harder onto her clit when she did that. It made her legs shake, which disturbed the machine momentarily - but it quickly settled back into feasting its "eyes" onto her clit.
She took the sweatshirt off. Her lower back was sweaty. She closed her eyes. She pictured a cock teasing her pussy. She reached down and pulled the switch to position 2, and held her hand on the dragonfly's back for a moment.
It's noise changed, and the glow turned blue. Its body inflated and extended to sit nearly flat on her slit, spreading her labia apart. It felt so wonderfully hot. She gasped. Its tail started to apply pressure on her anus. She held her breath. As the wheels turned and its body warmed her soaking pussy, it penetrated her, slowly and gently. She spread her legs wider, and it drove further inside her. She lay there, with her hands around the gizmo, but not touching it - as if needing to catch it if her orgasm shot it away from her body.
The body started to cycle, contracting, then expanding again. Each time rubbing the entirety of her slit, and filling it with warmth. The wheels kept whirring at a steady pace. Then the tail bit started to stroke in her ass. Her legs started to shake. She wanted to hold it right there. Right there where it felt so good.
