Do You Require Audiovisual Stimulation?

Sue Storm blinked at the smooth, robotic voice. The chair already had a pole up her ass, was vibrating her clit and nipples, and now it wanted to know if she wanted audiovisual stimulation? Like...playing porn?

"Sure. Why not?" Sue said allowed, and tried to relax into the overwhelming vibrations that pulsed through her body.

Then something happened. Sue Storm couldn't breathe. Couldn't blink. Every muscle frozen in place, and Sue felt an involuntary moment of panic.

PARALYSIS FIELD ACTIVATED FOR YOUR OWN PROTECTION.

Small metal hooks emerged from the headrest. The Invisible Woman's visions seemed to expand slightly as they found her eyelids and pulled them open, to prevent sure from blinking. Something settled over the Invisible Woman's head. Like a virtual reality helmet. It settled over her head snuggly...and then Sue could breathe again, in the absolute darkness of the helmet.

She sucked in air, and with it a faint chemical flavor. Her chest heaved and pressed against the vibrators on her nipples, breasts deforming.

Then there was light.

Blinking pink swirls. Soft moans that pulsed with screams of pure pleasure. Fast cuts of erect cocks, juicy cunts, bouncing breasts. The vibrators changed their frequency, pulsing in time with the flashing of the erotic imagery and sounds that Sue couldn't escape from.

The strangest thing was...the Invisible Woman was starting to get into it. After the initial rush of fear, when Sue had thought she might destroy the thing with a burst of invisible ****, Sue Storm had quickly acclimated. The eyeprongs were a bit uncomfortable, but they didn't hurt. The vibrating cushions were still soft and the pulsations felt nice. The erotic imagery and audio were enhancing the experience. Even Sue Storm's asshole, so recently violated, was feeling intense. She had never felt so turned on in her life.

As her pleasure crested into the first climax, sphincter clenching around the rod in her ass, pussy squelching noisily, a soft moan escaping her lips as her toes curled and fingers dug into the armrests, spine arching slightly against the restraints, Sue Storm was utterly unaware of what the chair was really doing to Sue Storm, beyond racing her to her next climax.