Take the shot. You can use the clarity to get some answers (lz)

I could barely feel the prick in the back of my hand a midst what was hopefully my last climax for a while. I rode out the spasms, and as my consciousness came back to me, I felt the movements inside my legs grow weaker.

I closed my eyes and breathed deep, anticipating the complete lack of sensation, but it never fully went away. I could still feel the phantom fingers, they were just... lighter. The suit was still inside me. I could still feel that... it was just... dulled.

But at least now I could concentrate.

"How do you feel?"

For the first time I could regard the brown-haired girl sitting in front of me.

"...Mel... Meehhh... M- eh?"

I tried to say her name but somehow my speech slurred.

"Yes, I'm Melanie. The suit's ah... activities are quite intense, I had to give you quite a dosage to get around it. You're not really going to be able to say much while it's in your system."

She looked at her watch and pressed a button on its side.

"It should last for about an hour at best. You should be able to speak again in half an hour, but that's when the sensations will start coming back too."

I heard a loud moan from another room and turned my head toward the source of the sound.

"Yes, you're not the only one. Look, I don't know who sent out the... latex... but it wasn't me. I... well, I found them. It's a long story. There were ruins, there was a box, and I opened it. I'd stored them safely but somehow... I don't know."

She gestured toward a laundry basket in the corner, in it were a few bundles of black latex.

"Some people had the good sense not to put it on before coming to me, but others, like you, were not so lucky."

Another moan. Someone else this time.

"There must have been at least fifty different pieces..." Mel gazed forlornly away.

I looked down at my body. It was coated in black, and the blackness was vacuum sealed to every crevice of my skin. I could almost see the suit writhing against me.

"The suit, well, obviously, as you've found, responds to touch. But the thing is the more you touch it, the more it changes, and the more it grows on you. I wish I had better news, but as of right now, I have no idea how to get you out. I'm working, trust me, I am, but I just don't know right now."

"As far as I know, any changes you make to the suit, that's permanent. I have one girl who made the mistake of putting a Hitachi on herself. The place was unbearably noisy, at least until..."

She hesitated.

"Well, she couldn't help herself. The latex... it doesn't stop at your neck. I don't know how she's breathing but somehow she can. I think she can see too. I don't really know. She doesn't make any sounds anymore though."

"wha... w-ahnow?"

Dammit, 'What Now'. Was that so hard to say?

"As far as your well-being is concerned, the suit seems to take care of that. All the girls here haven't seem to run out of energy, and some have been here for weeks."

I could feel the stroking grow stronger. I looked down. My face must have conveyed concern because Mel responded right away.

"The anesthetic isn't wearing off. In the other subjects the latex couldn't figure it out until about the 45-50 minute mark. Then from there it takes anywhere from 30 seconds to 10 minutes for it to metabolize it. You're not growing less numb, the suit's getting stronger. Like I told you."

I don't know if what I felt was fear or anticipation. Maybe both. My body felt uncomfortably numb now. The joy of relief had gone and had been replaced with an animalistic longing. I glanced at Mel and felt... anger. How could she judge us, when she didn't know how it felt? My thoughts wandered to the laundry basket... then back to Mel.

I shook my head. My cheeks flushed red. What kind of thoughts were those?

"I'm really sorry, I need to get back to my work, there's... one last thing I can do for you."

I looked at her, my face emotionless. I wasn't sure if that was the work of the **** or my lame attempt to hide my emotions.

"When the anesthetic wears off... It's going to hit you hard. You... might not be able to help yourself. If you don't want to... If you want the latex to stay around your neck... I can tie you to the bed."

Mel broke eye contact, as if the thought made her uncomfortable. She fidgeted, her legs crossed firmly together. She struggled to appear professional, but I knew better. I flexed my jaw and cleared my throat. I could speak again. Mel broke the silence.

"Its... it's up to you, of course,"

-HINTS-

1: Let Mel tie you to the bed.

2: Skip this step. You're sure you can control yourself.