A little light

8:25 am

If you weren't effectively gagged by the mouthpiece you'd be screaming. Your tormentor has been working her way up your legs with gossamer caresses. She has to know what this is doing to you in terms of both frustration and arousal. You can feel the liquid oozing out of your veejay and collecting on your labia before dripping to the floor. Tears are streaming down the sides of your face and sides and collecting similarly on the tips of your puffy nipples. Your body is shivering and you can't tell whether it's discomfort or desire.

CB, call for help!

I am unable to get a network signal; this room seems to be EM-shielded.

Who the hell -heh- builds a-ahhh shielded gym-ah-nasium?

If I had access to the network I could check the city blueprint registry.

Can you do anything to help?

Only one thing, I'm afraid.

Whatever it is, do it!!

The ball starts buzzing; in a matter of seconds you come.

The woman sounds annoyed - no, that's too severe - she sounds peeved. "Hey! Are you holding out on me?"

A hand presses firmly onto your pubes. "You've got some kind of vibrator in there! You naughty, naughty girl!" She slaps you on the side of your bum, which both stings and titillates.

After four swats you hear her footsteps walking out from between your legs and around to your head. The grip on your hair loosens just a bit so you can swivel your head down to see her. Not that it helps.

Her head is totally covered by a crimson leather fetish mask with gleaming metal studs down the center line and across a line where her eyebrows would be. You can't even tell the color of her eyes because of the thin cloth mesh over them. Below her head is bare skin down to a crimson push-up top of some kind with more studs on the top hem of the outfit and outlining the base of her large breasts. You can't really see below that except to note that the leather continues. Her arms are adorned by four-inch crimson leather wristbands with shiny metal studs at both hems. Her medium-length fingernails are painted a brilliant white.

You're pretty sure she's staring you in the eyes. "It's not nice to have your little 'O' while I'm working on you. I'm the one in charge, not you. When Tricky Trixie ties someone up she's the one in control. You only get to do what I let you, not what you want. Your little friend is coming out right now, Naughty-girl!"

She runs back behind you. A moment later two fingers push into your tunnel; her other hand is supposedly steadying you, but your struggles make it more like she's rubbing your cunny.

Don't come out, CB!

I do not intend to, Nudge. The vibration will make it harder for her to get a grip.

She diddles around and just touches the ball, which slides around inside you as she tries to control it. After a couple of minutes of this you come onto the hand that's 'steadying' your pubes.

Your muscles tensing and releasing so intensely under her **** is actually working the straps on your hands and feet; if you could distract her you might even be able to get free! But at this rate it's going to take a while and you're not sure you can stand the strain on your snatch.

A plan comes to mind. It's daring, it's risky, and it's stupid, but it just might work. You make a couple of enquiries of CUNT-Ball and get the answers you want.

The third time you come she manages to get her fingers hooked on CUNT-Ball. She pulls; it vibrates harder, but to no avail. You tense your muscles and concentrate but it feels like you're trying to pass a vibrating bowling ball. CB has to be inside for the plan to work!

She giggles and runs around to your front. She's holding the vibrating slime-dripping egg in the palm of one hand.

"I got it, Naughty-girl! Now you only come when I say so! In fact," she tilts her head wickedly, "I have just the place to put this."

She reaches behind you and there's a faint click. The frame holding your head still drops away and the thing holding your hair lets go. Unfortunately the mouthpiece is still strapped into place, but you'll take a small victory. Your left hand is starting to slide a bit but you hold it steady so she doesn't notice.

The thing on her chest is a crimson leather corset that splits just above her belly button and ends at her waist. The lower hem is studded too. Her free hand is sliding the leather G-string off her crotch and down far enough to show off an angry pink pussy and a patch of red-orange peach fuzz.

"Getting a good look, Naughty-girl?" She spreads her legs slightly. "Do you like sharing your toys?" She rubs the vibrating ball up and down her slit a few times, then pauses while holding it against her bulb. "Ooh, that's good! Really really good! Do you think it's good, Naughty girl?"

You shake your head.

"You don't like it? Well you're really going to not like this." She slides the ball down and, with a series of moans, firmly pushes it inside herself. Her fingers push and settle the bulb inside her about where you think her G-spot would be. She rubs her sticky fingers over her mound while loudly announcing how good it is between gasps. "You ah! like that ahh, ahh! don't you, ah! Naughty -ohhh-hh! Naughty-Girl!"

You shake your head no. In fact, watching her is an incredible turn-on and has got you really wanting something right now, but you're not going to tell her that.

"Pulsing? Aaaahhhhaaahhh! That's just mee-eeee-eeee-eeeaahhhhhh!"

Trixie drops to her knees and leans back, giving you a good show of her machine-assisted jilling. Her orgasm is a sprayer, launching a huge stream of pee and cum.

You count down: three, two, one, now!

Her moan of pleasure turns to a sudden scream; her eyes roll back in her head and she passes out.

Good job, CUNT-Ball. Now to make use of the time you've bought yourself.