Getting played with

The walk to the train station was quite a challenge for Brea. Not only was it difficult to keep the balance on those heels, but every step made the leather rub against her unprotected clit. The tight leather squeezing her chest made it difficult to breathe and the looks everyone on the streets gave her made Brea nervous and self-aware to no end. On top of that, Kage was rushing her, pushing her to a brisk walk through the city.

She was sweating profusely by the time she entered the train and her pussy was rubbed raw by the leather. Brea feared she would come right in the middle of the crowd if anything would **** her to move another step. Thankfully the ride was quick, and except for some painful tugging at her nipple clamps as people brushed by in the crowded train nothing really happened.

Just before they entered a nondescript business complex, Kage pulled something out of his backpack and thrust it towards Brea, telling her "Wear for job. Now!"

The young woman grabbed the black object and examined it curiously. It was the same black leather as her suit but much smaller. A mask! It was a mask, fitting to the rest of her outfit. Brea wondered what kind of job Kage actually had for her. A work place that required her to wear such a strange outfit definitely seemed fishy. She shrugged and put the mask on.

She didn't expect the inbuilt ballgag nor did she expect Kage to quickly zip the mask to the rest of her leather outfit as soon as she put it on. Before she could even react, the young man had put another lock on her, fastening the zipper on her back to the one of her new headwear. The leather-clad girl was effectively silenced and transformed into a black doll, her face not visible except for a small area around her eyes. Her breathing quickened as she struggled to get enough air into her lungs.

Brea contemplated to run away, to escape from whatever Kage had set up for her. It clearly was something weird and potentially dangerous. But on the other hand it may help her to finally earn her own money again. And it might be a new, exciting experience. She decided to play along and entered the building.

Kage led her into the bowels of the large complex, taking an elevator several floors down. The basement looked deserted, no one else seemed to be around. They passed through some unassuming doors, walked along some abandoned hallways until finally Kage touched a card to some reader and a small, locked door opened. He pushed her inside and closed the door again.

Now the walls started to look nicer, livelier. Brea could make out a coffee machine and some bits of food on a table. Kage led her through another door and Brea found herself in some sort of classroom, maybe for an art class. Plenty of easels were set up around a red, plushy bed in the middle. A number of steel wires hung from the ceiling right above the bed, affixed to a complicated looking arrangement of metal and machinery. There were no other people around. Brea's only guess was that her new job was some sort of art model and students would draw her. But why then the strange outfit?

Kage didn't explain anything. Instead he pushed her on the bed and started to hook the wires into some lugs in her suit. When he was satisfied, he pulled another item from his backpack and handed it to her.

"Put on now."

It was a blindfold, made of black leather. Brea hesitated. Kage impatiently stepped closer and repeated, "Put on now!"

Brea shrugged and slid the leather over her eyes. The mask fit perfectly, hiding the last remaining parts of her skin. She now was all black leather.

Brea heard Kage move around, pull her arms on her back. She heard some clicks, noticed worriedly that she couldn't move her arms anymore, that her chest suddenly felt even tighter. She heard the door open, heard someone talking excitedly. More voices, chatter, people walking, moving things. She heard Kage say something, heard people laughing. Then there was silence.

Somebody was touching her, first on her breast then at her back, fiddling with her suit. Suddenly the bite on her nipples was gone. People were laughing again. Something squeezed her nipple, pulled at the bud. Something warm wrapped around it and sucked hard. Brea groaned into her gag.

Then something popped, followed by another similar sound. The leather-clad girl heard people gasp and murmur. Some were apparently applauding. At the same time, she felt fresh, cold air on her breasts and between her legs. And she felt much less constrained around her chest, almost like… could it be?

She heard Kage talking again, giggling and joking. Suddenly something was pulling her upwards. She was tilting, flying in the air, her large, leaking pillows dangling down. Then there were hands on her tits, squeezing her, pulling her tender, white flesh out in the open. Yes, yes her breasts were obviously naked now, free from the constraining leather. There were more hands, different hands, touching her, pinching her, exploring her. Some found her bare pussy, teasing her glistening folds. And there were mouths, thank god there were warm, hungry mouths sucking on her tits, drinking her sweet milk.

Brea experienced pure bliss. So many eager hands explored her warm, full breasts and her wet, excited sex that she didn't know on what to focus on. So she tried not to worry and simply enjoyed the attention. The constant sucking, the poking, kneading and squeezing overwhelmed her senses. And the black suit only served to amplify everything that was happening to her tits and cunt by effectively muting every other part of her body. Plenty of fingers soon explored her tender love button more closely and Brea was writhing from her first orgasm in no time. And it was only the beginning.

She couldn't remember how often she came that afternoon, but it was a lot. Her tits got drained like never before, sucked empty until her nipples were chafed raw. She had been spun around, bent, even hung upside down for quite some time, all the while her tits got mauled and her pussy explored. Sometimes she felt her tits being jerked around, constricted and bound tightly. Sometimes they slapped them or pulled at them, manipulating her boobs in all kinds of ways.

She could also tell that they were entering her sex, not only with their twitchy fingers, but also with other objects. At one time a vibrating stick, probably a dildo was pushed deep inside and they slowly fucked her with it until she twitched and trembled. And one time she feared her pussy would get ripped apart. It started slowly, with a dull ache. But they kept adding to it, jamming more and more things into her tender hole until she thought she would explode. Stuffed full with god knows what, they diddled her exposed marble until she came again and again.

On and on it went until they pulled her upside down and eager hands opened up her slick folds once again. This time she felt other, more papery things getting pushed inside. Their voices sounded happy, grateful even as the many hands stuffed her little pussy with something she couldn't put her finger on.

Finally she heard the door open and people leaving. A few moments later she heard Kage saying, "Finished now. Good job!" as he got to work on her groin. She felt leather slip over her bare, tender pussy and heard some clicks. Then the wires moved until she was lying on the cushy bed, her bare breasts out in the open. She felt leather slipping and heard Kage grunting. He squeezed her large tits brutally, huffed and puffed as he tried to put the breast section back on the suit. Brea squirmed, her sore tits hurting terribly. Finally the leather clicked in place and Kage let go of her.

He helped her up and fiddled with the back of her suit. The zipper of her mask was opened and he carefully removed the blindfold and the tight headgear. For the first time in hours Brea could see again. She creaked, "Wow, what a job!" her eyes glinting from endorphins in her bloodstream, her cheeks rosy.

"Yes, yes, good job!" Kage beamed as he tousled her sweaty hair lovingly, "You good girl! Good!"

Brea glanced around the now empty room. The easels were still there, it almost looked like nothing had happened. Kage put the mask and blindfold into his backpack again and slowly pushed her through the door.

The trip back to the dorm seemed much quicker than before. Brea was still so excited, so agitated by the unusual experience that she couldn't stop thinking about it. What did those people do to her? What really happened in that room? And why did her pussy itch so terribly?

Kage helped her out of the suit as soon as they were back. He opened the little lock on her back and carefully peeled the tight leather from her sweaty skin. Brea welcomed the newfound freedom, enjoyed being truly naked again.

Standing on her bare feet, her tendons twitching from exhaustion, she spread her legs and reached into her slick pussy to find out what was irritating her so terribly. Surprised by the odd find, she pulled out a crumbled 10.000 Yen note. Another trip into her raw hole netted her a few more notes. Brea's eyes grew wider and wider as she kept pulling money out of her body.

"I can't believe this! It's like I'm a freaking piggy bank! They stuffed me full of cash!"

She kept fishing for more, pulling more and more notes out of herself until she couldn't reach deep enough. She moved around a little, convinced that there was still more inside. There was only one obvious way to find out. And he had seen her pussy already anyway by now. She turned to Kage and asked him for help.

The young man happily complied and asked her to lie down. Brea spread her legs for him, opening her sex as wide as she could. His rough fingers got to work, pushing deeper and deeper inside her. But he couldn't reach deep enough either. He suddenly stood up, went to the bathroom and returned with some lube that he generously applied into her hole and on his hand.

It worked much better now. Soon his hand popped into her body and his fingers pulled out more of the hidden notes. During his cleaning exercise, Kage fished out another odd object that he handed Brea with a smirk. She curiously examined the pen cap, wondering how it had gotten in there. Then Kage patted her groin and said, "Empty now! It's convenient purse!"

Brea blushed as she saw the huge pile of money between her legs. How much was it? She grabbed the sticky, smelly bills and started to count.

It was so much it made her head spin. How many people had been in that room? And how much did each of them pay for her little show? It was way more than what she would have made at her old job for sure. If she could keep this up, her financial issues would be no more. Brea headed for the shower, she had to think.

Of course it was an odd job, but it also was the only job she had. And if she was being honest with herself she had actually enjoyed the experience a lot. She kind of liked the helplessness, liked to not need to think. And she had more orgasms during that one session than in the past month! There was only one thing that she was really bothered about. And if she wanted to continue, she would have to address this.

"Hey, Kage, do you have a minute?"

The young man looked up from his screen and nodded.

"So… I kind of like the job you got me, it's very exciting. But no fucking, OK? Nobody will put their dick in me, right? You will take care of that, right?"