"I'll be all yours when you let me out."

"There's a keyhole in the foot of your chair, did you know that?"

"No, but it's not a surprise." — Jen said in a lower tone.

"I just wanna kiss you. Kiss you deep and strong." — said the other girl. The very air around her had an aura of stuffiness.

"You... you can have as many kisses as you can as soon as you free me."

"That's throwing hundreds of keys at you in hope that one of them snaps. You know what? I'm not going to free you." — an evil grin crossed her face. — "Doesn't look like you can fight me off, does it?"

She attacked Jen's lips with her own in an attempt to relieve herself, but the trapped girl did not play along, shutting her teeth together and shaking her head as hard as she could to make this as hard as possible.

After a couple minutes, the offender backed off. Jen stared back at the expression full of anger and dissatisfaction and ended the negotiations with a big spit right into it.

"You fucking bitch..." — she whispered in shock, walking away from the chair and wiping her face. Her hands were shaking.— "You'll regret that, YOU STRAIGHT FUCKING WHORE!"

"If I don't want you, I won't have you. Dismissed." — Jen said through her teeth as she watched the other girl stomp away and disappear behind the closest shelves in her crazy sandals.

As awake as ever, Jen tried to struggle again, but her trapped state was final, unless freed by someone. As much as she was proud of defending her pride, she was thinking that maybe, just maybe, making a sworn enemy out of her only possible savior was not the best move.

Jen was not really listening to the sounds coming from deeper in the shelves until one of them was an unmistakable exhaling scream of someone climaxing.

A few minutes later, the short brown-haired girl returned. Her body had marks from the steel harness she had been wearing before, but the harness itself was nowhere to be seen. In her hands, however, there was a small pile of some items Jen was not able to identify before they were piled near the base of the chair and out of her sight. Her stance and her face expression got twice as arrogant and malicious compared to before.

"I see you found your key, you lucky bitch, congratz. Go away and let me drown in the chair, if that's what my fate is."

"Your mouth is not saying anything useful. Why not fill it with a dick?" — the girl fished out a head harness with a giant dildo gag at its center. — "You're known to prefer those. Even more than that, you already have one in your pussy, that's how much of a slut you are."

"I didn't let you kiss me. Why do you think I'd let THAT in? If I can't move, it doesn't me...AAAAAAHH!" — the villain twisted her nipple as hard as she could with one hand and pushed the gag into Jen's throat into another. She was then quick to undo her neck strap, pulling her head out of the slowly deepening rubber pocket and then click all three sections of the clasp together, locking the harness over the helpless girl.

"MMmmpPHhH!" — Jen hated how much space was taken from her mouth and shook her head in futile hopes of throwing the thing off.

"You seem to enjoy it. Of course you do, you'd love a man fuck your mouth in the middle of a street. That's what you are, and you will stay like that forever!" — the girl continued her vendetta for a refused kiss by sliding something inside the keyholes of both her harness and her vaginal dildo. There was a strong chemical smell, followed by an evil laugh from the offender.

"Look at it now." — she showed Jen a small mirror she must have found just now. What Jen saw there made tears appear on her eyes. The keyholes were gone, now there was only smooth material! — "Keyhole Sealers are great at their job! Enjoy your dicks! Now they're a permanent part of you. Ciao!"

The girl pat Jen's cheek lightly and fixed the neck strap back on before going away, happy with her little ****. The clicks of her heels were more and more distant. Jen was alone again. After some time, she felt rubber closing over her sealed pussy, and soon it was flowing over her eyes and the rest of her gagged face, leaving a small breathing hole behind.

Her nipples were the last to be covered. The rubber was applying pressure to every inch of her skin now. Jen's neural system was receiving positive feedback from it, but it was not enough to comfort her. She felt lost. Lost both like after a badly played game and like after going off the familiar path in a forest.

Jen felt her rubber prison being moved downwards and then transported somewhere, but her world was already limited by the armchair, and all she could do was serve her life sentence inside it.

ENDING #28