Content warning: Bondage, Drug Use, Electro Play, Slavery, Exhibitionism, Non-Consent. The male in this story has a slightly abnormal penis, and the female is a world-class masochist.
If any of the above is triggering for you, please avoid reading beyond this point. All of the characters in this story are fictional. I do not condone any of the depicted actions. This is merely a fantasy to stimulate the kinkier side some of us have.
Please enjoy!
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The agent-turned-slave was more than happy to have something to distract her from the bone-rattling flight; or at least she assumed it was a flight. She'd been stuffed in a simple, black suitcase for what felt like hours now. Of course, it only looked like a simple suitcase from the outside. On the inside, the elven woman had been forced into a small ball of quivering flesh, pleasure and sweat. Cooling memory gel hugged her body on all sides, failing miserably to keep the vibrations of the journey from getting to her. A tube was forced inside her mouth behind a ridiculously large ring gag, allowing her to breathe from a fitted air canister. Despite the absolute darkness, her master had also decided to add a blindfold to her predicament, if only to add to her discomfort.
Raelyn was kept uncomfortable by a lot more than just the suitcase though. Vibrating plugs had been inserted in both her ass and pussy, while vibrating rotors attached to clamps had been placed onto her pierced nipples, before she'd been forced to wear a latex bodysuit reminiscent of her long forgotten stealth suit. It was even coloured purple, adding to her humiliation as it reminded her of her capture. And where the stealth suit was made of breathable, comfortable material, the latex didn't allow her body to breathe in the slightest, causing her to turn into a moaning, sweaty mess as soon as the vibes were turned on. She had long since given up on complaining, as it availed her no sympathy from her new owner.
Thick rope had been used to meticulously bind her body into the tight ball she was in, looping over her limbs in a multitude of strands. Of course, her breasts hadn't been spared either, with coils of rope tied around her chest and tits, forcing them to jut out through the suit. A knotted rope had been added between her legs, supporting one final vibrator, which was forced tightly onto her clit. Her thighs had been pressed together to support the wand vibe, as her ankles were held against her rump. Her collar had been attached to her knees, forcing her swelled up breasts to be squashed on her thighs, with the latex of the suit squeaking threateningly as it reached its stretch limit. Finally, her arms had been pulled into a tight box-tie behind her back, with all the knots far away from her fingers. Not that she could have gotten out of the suitcase, even if she had managed to escape her bonds.
She'd tried to keep count of the hours she'd been stuffed into the suffocating case and treated as luggage, but the mind-melting vibrations from all the toys had rendered her incapable of holding on to details. All she could do was moan and tremble in the dark, forced to fight the cramps and the inescapable, unending attention of captain Xavic, who thoroughly enjoyed teasing her remotely, keeping her on a desperate edge, never allowing her to reach that sweet, sweet climax. He usually cared little whether she'd cum or not, but this time the ex-agent suspected he was preparing her for some wicked new torture he'd dreamed up. Between the bouts of frustration, Raelyn couldn't help but wonder where they were headed.
She'd been kept as a slave for months now, constantly being tormented by the man she'd failed to assassinate. Her genetically modified hormones and pain receptors had helped her endure the brunt of the mistreatment, yet had also played a large role in betraying her. She'd lost count of the times she'd been left moaning in pleasure while stuck at the end of his incongruous member, being used for hours on end. Raelyn hated to admit it, but his words rang true; his accidental penile modifications were exceptionally good at hitting all her sweet spots, no matter where he'd decided to plunder her depths.
A brief electric shock from her various attachments drove away her building orgasm, met with her displeased grunt. Yet, just as soon, her need rose again, assisted by the incessant attentions of her toys. It was a cruel, relentless push and pull between pleasure and intense enough pain for her body to conceive it as such. With a low, involuntary hum, the elven woman allowed herself to be drawn back into the comforting bliss, just as all together, the toys went silent. Despite knowing there was no chance she'd be allowed to cum, Raelyn still cried out in frustration, begging for the stimulation to return.
It took the ex-agent a few moments to realise that the painful rattling had also ceased, before she felt her 'accommodations' being lifted from wherever they'd been previously placed. One rough bump and the subsequent motion told her she was being moved on some form of wheels, possibly a cart. Wherever she was being taken, she hoped it was close and that she'd finally be let out; she seriously needed to stretch out her legs, or she'd go insane. However, after a few more minutes of this monotonous movement, impatience got the better of her, and the elven woman began trying to grind her crotch onto the toys inside her, only to be met with absolute failure. The gel might have been useless in keeping the vibrations out, but it definitely worked wonders in keeping her trapped and immobile.
After a few more bumps and a brief bout of weightlessness, the journey finally came to an end, as Raelyn felt the suitcase being set to its side. The muffled sound of a zipper unwinding came to her gel-covered ears, and relief swelled in her heart. She tried to quash the feeling as best she could, knowing there was little chance it was over for her just yet. The lid was lifted and the pressure of the gel finally left her body, for what little that counted. The ropes still dug into her body, but she could finally feel fresh air around her. That feeling was added onto once the breathing tube was unhooked from her gag, allowing her to take a deep breath of non-recycled air.