(20) Jen goes with the whole set.

Jen hated being a passenger of her own adventure. The note had the audacity to tell her what she had to do! She crumpled up the note and threw it into the corner. She walked around the room for some more, thinking what was going to be the follow-up to this power move.

"Have to put one on? Open the door? You're not gonna do any of that, are you?"

"Who said that?" — Jen stopped and looked around for hidden speakers and such, but found none. The mysterious voice was silent, and the girl's attention slipped off where did it come from onto the uttered words themselves. — "Um, well, yeah, actually! Screw this! I'm staying in the room!"

She rested on the bed again and wrapped herself with the blanket, but found herself unable to sleep. With nothing else to do, she reluctantly dragged the sex toys onto the sheets along with her.

"But I'm not gonna put on one of them. I'll put on everything!"

She drew a random one out of the pile. It was the handcuffs.

"Umm...If these go first, I'll be having trouble with the rest." — Jen said, setting them aside and picking up a different toy. The gag. Much better. The metal buckle had four straight prongs, shaped like tiny harpoons, to meet the four tiny holes on its counterpart. It was simple enough, so she put the rubber piece into her mouth and closed the strap with satisfying springy clinking sound.

In the deflated state of the gag, the girl found herself still capable of talking somewhat coherently, but taking it out was not possible. It started inflating on its own in the middle of her fiddlings.

"Oh, the pump is, like, inside or something!" — Jen thought as the rubber ball grew bigger, going outside her comfort zone quick. — "Nonono, stop it, stop!"

Nothing she did with shaking her head or tugging at the strap was convincing the gag to cooperate. It filled her mouth evenly and stubbornly until Jen could almost feel the gag reflex kicking in. She tried to pull the buckle apart, but it refused to budge. Instead, she felt distinct outlines of a keyhole in the middle.

"I don't have a key. I guess I'm stuck like this now." — Jen thought. She needed to get used to the size and to keeping her drooling in check, but the feeling of fullness in her mouth was quite satisfying.

"Mmmph." — her meek attempt to speak followed in starting to turn her on. She felt like continuing with this. Concern was fading rapidly. She was kidnapped and in a locked room anyway, right? This filling sensation could be more expansive. She had just the thing for it.