Might as well enjoy it (lz)

The stillness of the air and the silence of the room betrayed the unrelenting roar of creaking rubber that dominated Plum's hearing. But even that paled in comparison to the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her head, each thought manifesting briefly and being wrenched away forcibly by the suit's incessant stimulation of her naked form.

For a moment Plum saw herself, kneeling on the floor of the room, motionless. Just like the girl before her. Waiting for someone to come along to free her from her torment.

How long? An hour? A day? ...Months?

No. Who's to say they were even curious enough to fall into the trap?

No. She wasn't going to sacrifice someone else. She wanted this... She wanted... what it wanted. She might lose her sanity, but at least no one will become the unsuspecting victim. With luck, maybe she could ride it out and come out the other side... wherever that was.

If she could still breathe on her own, her breaths would come in short shallow gasps, her lungs unable to properly draw air against the excitement and anticipation contained within her ebon prison. But the suit breathed for her, and she felt betrayed by its calmness... using her lungs, no less. She could still feel the tentacles twisting around within her loins. A satisfying fullness in her lower abdomen.

She slid her legs against each other, her hands roaming about absent mindedly. The suit came to life, her movements fuelling the fire.

"hmmmmppp... ahnnn..."

The living rubber squeaked between her thighs as her subconscious mind squeaked in delight. The dense network of tendrils and fibers caressed her body, gripping her tightly under the suit. Everywhere it touched her it vibrated, sending arcs of pure ecstasy straight to her nervous system.

The roar of creaking rubber was quickly joined by a low-pitched hum that slowly grew in pitch and intensity. Her hands caressed her head as she marvelled at the seamlessness of the rubber that encircled her neck. Bright flashes of euphoria lit up her mind as the mass of tendrils inside her unfurled, pushing outward against her inner walls, vibrating as they did so.

"NnnnhHHggg-AH!"

Her body jerked forward violently and involuntarily as her hands darted between her legs. The nub nestled against her clit, previously just a playful distraction, seemed to suddenly unravel itself, splitting into five... no, six... (ah who cares?) multiple flaps down the middle. The suit drew it tight, pushing its ribbed surface against Plum's swollen clit.

The suit drank the fluids that gushed out of her body, her drool, her tears, her natural lube... But Plum wasn't thinking. She marvelled at the dancing lights flashing across her eyes, watching them shimmer in and out of existence in time with the euphoric convulsions across her body. Color bled into the scene as the suit clamped down on her clit, pushing aside her hood and sucking on to her tightly.

Her lips curled into a blissful grin, teeth clenched tight over the rubber that cladded them. The hum of the vibrations had completely drowned out the rubber's roar and Plum was no longer aware of her physical space. Was she standing? Sitting? Where was she? Did it really matter?

"Ah... ah... AH... AH... AH!"

She perched forward onto the floor, vaguely aware that her chest had fallen onto a hard surface. Her right hand reached behind her neck to confirm that she was indeed trapped indefinitely in this... this... *heaven*. Her left hand splayed out on the ground above her head, grasping at nothing. She knew that there was nothing she could do to stop the suit from touching her everywhere... from violating her body... her mind.

Plum rocked her hips in the air, hunching her shoulders and pulling the suit tightly against her pussy. It didn't move much at all - it was already crushingly snug and it was still shrinking of its own accord.

She rolled over on to her back and grasped between her legs. Whatever was inside her was no longer an organized phallic shape but a squirming, vibrating mass of tendrils that probed her walls. It pressed against her g-spot and filled her so perfectly that in the moment she was sure humanity had evolved just for this.

Lights of every color danced across her mind and body, it swirled and spun and occasionally exploded into a million tiny darts of pleasure. Each one seemed to gravitate to form into a throbbing ball of pleasure in Plum's very core. She cried out as best she could through gritted teeth as it eroded her conscious mind. She was sure it was going to explode... it was going to tear its way out of her body, and...

...that was exactly what she wanted.

Feet planted firmly on the ground, Plum arched her back and thrust her hips toward the ceiling. Her entire body tensed in orgasmic pleasure, hands grasping at the hard floor of the room.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

The light flooded her consciousness, exploding out of her core and enrapturing her entire being. Her muscles - all of them - spasmed in uncontrollable ecstasy, her body writhing and thrashing on the floor.

Plum's mind had completely disappeared. So had she. Material concepts of gender, life, ****, and even *time* ceased to exist. There was nothing but this climax. Nothing but this pure, white-hot euphoria. Nothing but this inexhaustible pleasure.

She could feel her energy leaving her. Her muscles twitched and jerked but the limitations of mortality began to anchor her onto Earth - onto physicality. She could feel the suit's vibrations begin to slow along with her movements.

Plum grasped desperately onto what she believed was her consciousness, but where the light faded, it left only darkness in its wake. Her body had long stopped heeding her will, and jolts of electric pleasure still caused her to twitch and jerk involuntarily, but the meaning of what she felt... the ability to understand had almost completely left her.

And then it was gone.

Plum opened her eyes to darkness... Darkness and... Silence.

Her memory came back to her slowly, but the crushing tightness that enveloped her body helped speed things up.

Things were... clearer. Different.

Plum inhaled and felt air fill her lungs. Air that she'd drawn of her own accord. She propped herself up and found that the suit, once so passionately reacting to each and every twitch of hers, now lay dormant and somehow... sated.

Perhaps...

Plum reached behind her, patting against the back of her neck with her tightly gloved hands.

...a crevice.

Running down the length of her spine, was a small crevasse. A tiny valley where there were once plains. Plum's heart quickened, and she felt the suit stir in kind.

Acting quickly now, she dug her fingers into the crease, releasing her skin to a sensation she thought she'd never feel again - the goosebump-inducing chill of the mansion air.

The suit was considerably tighter than it had been when she'd put it on, but as the crease split, Plum could feel her bones creak with a dull ache - a bittersweet mingling of pain and pleasure. With a strenuous tug, she **** the unwilling hood off of her head, wincing against the bite of the suit's seam that now cut against her shoulders.

Plum sat on the floor of the mansion, covered in a strange combination of her own sweat and the suit's own secretions. It smelled... sweet. She heard herself chuckle. A wide grin was plastered on her face as she began to consider what the future had in store for her.

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