Get closer down to it.

Of course. Obviously, she could go anywhere else (where?), do anything else (what?). It is just that she did not have something in particular in mind. What a shame. Now she will have to rely on this cute rubber garment to entertain her.

It is so much easier to get in than it seems. So well designed. You would not let this lie around for no reason, would you? Because you are appreciative of someone's hard work.

"AAAAAAAAGGGHH!"

Because you are appreciative of someone's hard work. Does it not sound like something you would say five minutes ago? Hell, naahh. Fuck, no, even. Do you need help admitting it as you get your ass into the suit's ass?

Contradict yourself all you like. If there is no yourself, there is nothing to contradict. You care not about getting out or learning about this place. Your only quest was that for a final. Your only character trait is fatalism. As long as there is something that makes any sense to happen, you would allow it. Even if it means eternal slavery to a piece of rubber.

Inga's head fell past the hood's seam with ease, and its halves slapped her cheeks gently. Her hands lying obediently in the mittens. Her feet slowly unfreezing in the boot compartment. It took time to process it, but it was exactly by having a million other choices that it was possible to leave herself none other than this one.

The seams grew together slowly but inevitably, leaving her in total darkness and tightening the grip of the suit on her. It felt quite sexy, actually, but moving her hand towards her wettening pussy was disallowed. Naughty girls did not deserve any fun.

Inga tried to speak out, but could not. As the suit began inflating, she stayed reluctantly calm. It was what had to happen, right? She was supposed to feel so satisfied, but instead she was just very stuck — and slightly horny. Was that not it?

She had the strength to admit to her wrongdoing, was that not redeeming enough? What is her sentence? The suit would open eventually, right? Someone would open it, surely, they would, once she lies there enough. How much time has passed? Must have been at least an hour. Is that not enough?

I put it on willingly, this is supposed to change how long I spend here, right? Right?

Have I fucked up somewhere?

ENDING #N-1