The Toy Part Three -- First Inspection
The Toy
_ Part Three: First Inspection _
_ by Doctor Mercurious _
The vixen awoke abruptly. Although the room was as dark as the inside of a boot, she could sense the presence of someone standing beside her. Quickly and without thought she immediately rolled off and got on her knees. "Master," she said at once. It wasn't until hearing her own voice did the realization sink in: she just performed as a subservient without prompting! Tears stung the vixen's eyes. I'm not broken, she told herself. Bent maybe, but not broken.
Strong warm hands ﾃ｢竄ｬ" encased in leather from the feel -- grabbed her shoulders and urged her to her feet. At first, the vixen had the impression of a donnamatrix standing before her, but as the ambient light level increased, she could see a dark red corset, thigh-high stiletto boots, long leather gloves....and nothing else. The clothes were utterly empty yet they walked and handled her like there was someone in them. Stunned, the vixen reached out a hand to touch the space where a stomach should be and passed right through. "What are you?"
The right glove waggled a finger at her; a zipper on the side undid itself as the vixen watched. It lunged forward, slithering quickly onto her own left arm. She gaped like a statue as it quickly, carefully and snugly fitted itself to the limb and then zip itself closed. So surreal was the tableteau that she didn't even register that the left glove had done the same thing. "What....?" She finally managed, but by then the corset attacked her, surmounting itself over her chest. The straps tied themselves painfully tight. "Stop it...oh no you don't!" She skipped away just moments before the boots tried to assault her legs. "Get away from me!" She dodged and ducked, but the boots ran after her looking for all the world like they were attached to a pair of legs. The corset squeezed her so tight the breath whooshed right out of her lungs and she collapsed to the floor. Once her legs were vulnerable, the boots wasted no time in sliding themselves on and zipping up.
For a while, the vixen lay on the floor, panting. The restrictive clothing clung to her like a lover, so confining and yet so comfortable, so close. Her hand, guided by the glove, reached up and stroked her cheek tenderly. "Okay, you got me," she panted to it. "Now what?" The corset rippled and she gasped ﾃ｢竄ｬ" it wasn't an uncomfortable sensation, more like having someone run their hands up and down her torso as a lover would. Is this weird clothing actually going to try to rape me? She'd been expecting to be raped at one point but this was....surreal. And terrifying, too, using her own body to do the raping. Unbidden, she began to whimper.
If the clothes had a conscience, her whimpering did not dissuade them.
The vixen was pushed onto her back by her possessed arms and legs as the corset continued to undulate, squeezing and mashing her breasts together. She shook her head as her right hand was guided by the glove down to her pussy and began to trace her outer lips. She tried to think of something besides sex, but the corset's squeezing caresses coupled by the gentle touch of the right glove, and the strokes of the left glove on her cheek, made thinking about anything else impossible. Even her own legs, controlled by those damned boots, were used to betray her by spreading wide. The corset's attentions were rough, but the gloves were nothing less than gentle, pleasant, sensuous. The vixen clenched her teeth together to stop from moaning as the gloves teased her outer folds until they puffed in arousal then slid two fingers in. The vixen wanted sex; she'd been totally stressed out by her imprisonment, and sex had long been her favorite way to relax. Plus, her lover was quite skilled, very gentle and even playful. Even when she tried to struggle the gloves never so much as pinched her nose.
The vixen finally laid her head back, and accepted the inevitable.
When she came after much stroking and teasing, tears came with it. No broken, she told herself again. Bent, but not broken. How much more bending could she take, she wondered, as this living clothing hauled her to her feet, careless of her post-coital exhaustion. She didn't bother reacting as the room lightened fully to reveal a fake wood desk and a laptop that hadn't been there before; her clothes walked her over to the chair, made her pull it out, and sat her down. It touched one of the keys and the screen sprang to life. There was no plug leading into a wall and nothing else external either; even the operating system was generic. "What, no VISTA?"
The gloves started typing with her hands. UNIX SHELL, OF COURSE.
"You're a trainer, aren't you?" Well, at least the clothes could hear her; after everything the vixen had experienced she couldn't even manage a glimmer of surprise.
WHY YES, YES I AM, THANK YOU FOR NOTICING.
"May I ask a question, then, Master?"
CERTAINLY. AND IT'S MISTRESS.
Interesting, the vixen thought. I wonder if there are any male slaves. "Why? I mean, why be a set of clothing?"
BECAUSE NOTHING GETS ME CLOSER TO A SUBJECT, OR A LOVER. MY DEAR AMETHYST.
"What?" The vixen felt an internal wrench. "What did you call me -- Mistress?"
AMETHYST.
"Is that my...my name??" Her eyes started to sting.
WHY WOULD I NOT CALL YOU BY YOUR NAME?
"My name..." It had to be, it had to be. And even if it wasn't, it was enough to have a name again. The vixen almost started to thank her Mistress profusely...except she remembered that not fifteen minutes ago she'd been raped by this person. Bent but not broken, Amethyst prayed. Please, not broken! "They...took it from me."
WELL, NOW YOU HAVE IT BACK. SEE, YOUR TIME HERE ISN'T ALWAYS BAD, IS IT? BE HONEST, NOW.
"Yes!!" Amethyst cried aloud. "I've been kidnapped, subjected to torture so bizarre no one would believe me, been treated like property, and now I'm saying ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ徼hank you' because I've been given what was taken from me to begin with? ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ廝ad' doesn't even cover it!"
THANK YOU FOR BEING HONEST, her gloved fingers typed, adding a smiley icon at the end. NOW LET ME RETURN THE FAVOR, IF YOU'RE READY.
"Oh, I'm ready!"
YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE OUR GRASP. SEVERAL HAVE TRIED, ALL HAVE FAILED. YOU CAN EITHER RELAX, ACCEPT AND PARTICIPATE IN YOUR TRUE CALLING OR YOU CAN FIGHT AND LOSE.
"True calling? To be a slave?"
MY DEAR AMETHYST, YOU WERE ALREADY A SLAVE -- TO YOUR DESIRES. WHEN YOU WERE ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ廡REE', HOW LONG DID YOU GO WITHOUT SEX? AGAIN, BE HONEST.
"I abstained at the beginning of the semester ﾃ｢竄ｬ"
YOU CALL ONE DAY ABSTAINING? IF YOU LIKE SEX THAT MUCH, WHY NOT GO TO NEVADA AND GET SOME PROPER TRAINING? A LOVELY FEM LIKE YOU, SO EAGER AND WILLING, YOU'D BE WEALTHY IN NO TIME.
"There's more to life than sex!"
NOT FOR YOU, AND THERE'S NOTHNG WRONG WITH THAT. WE SIMPLY HAVE MORE TO OFFER.
"Such as??"
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE ABLE TO EAT YOURSELF OUT?
Amethyst sucked in a breath. How did they find that out? For many years she tried to get flexible enough to do just that, to no avail. "You can make me double-jointed? Although I shouldn't be surprised..."
OH, WE CAN DO SOMETHING MORE ORIGINAL THAN THAT. NOW THEN...NO PEEKING!
Amethyst's gloved hands reached up, took hold of her head, and rotated it so she was facing her tail! She felt her hands begin to type and tried to crane over her own shoulder to see, only to get bopped on the nose. They typed for a good five minutes before stopping, then they reached up and turned her head around again. Amethyst started to say something, but her hands kept on turning and she felt muscles in her neck begin to loosen in a strange way. "W-" Her voice cut out as her head came free with a popping sensation. Amethyst gaped; she seemed to be breathing, but any attempt to speak came out as utter silence.
In a flash, she understood what the trainer meant with the phrase ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ徇ore original'.
Once again Amethyst was used, but this time she was more than complicit. Amethyst used her detached head as a sextoy; licking her headstump, kissing her bellybutton and thighs, and then finally licking her own cunny. Was it masturbation or lesbian sex ? Amethyst didn't know and, more to the point, didn't care. She meant to make the moment last, but in hardly anytime she was cumming hard under her tongue and licking up every sweet drop.
For a while she lay on the ground, panting silently, head laying on its cheek. Eventually her body, acting under the direction of the living clothes, picked her up and brought her over to the keyboard, typing, WELL?
Amethyst's lips formed silent words: I liked it. She didn't want to make that admission, but denial was pointless.
FROM THIS POINT ON, YOUR HEAD IS DETACHABLE ﾃ｢竄ｬ" BUT ONLY A TRAINER CAN GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO DETACH OR REATTACH IT. A TRAINER CAN ALSO DETACH IT AGAINST YOUR WILL.
A carrot to go along with the stick, Amethyst thought. Thank you, she mouthed.
YOU'RE WELCOME. The corset loosened and pulled off of her, floating to a point where it would be chest-high had someone been wearing it.. NOW, BEFORE I TAKE MY LEAVE, I THINK I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING ELSE. Her hands reached up and began to knead her breasts firmly. Amethyst could do nothing but watch as she saw and felt them expand even more. They'd been in the F-range before, bigger than her originals had been, and they'd swelled up another size category and developed thick nipples. YOU CAN'T TAKE IN FOOD OR WATER DETACHED, SO I'VE ARRANGED YOUR BREASTS TO BE STORAGE. THEY CAN SWELL UP ANOTHER ADDITIONAL SIZE, AND THEY GIVE LOVELY-TASTING MILK. IN ADDITION, YOUR NIPPLES ARE FIRMER AND TOUGHER, AND CAN TAKE SOMEONE SUCKING ON THEM WITH ENTHUSIASM. OH, DON'T WORRY ABOUT YOUR BACK, IT'S BEEN ADJUSTED FOR THE NEW LOAD.
There was nothing to say about all of that, so Amethyst didn't even bother. Instead, since her trainer didn't seem to mind questions, she decided to chance one. Why me, her muzzle mouthed. Would you tell me that?
Long pause. The boots unzipped themselves, and her gloved hands typed again. DO YOU WANT THE ANSWER THAT'S TECHNICALLY CORRECT, OR THE TRUTH?
I'll take the truth, thanks, Amethyst mouthed.
BECAUSE THEY CAN, DEAR AMETHYST. BECAUSE THEY CAN.
The gloves unzipped themselves. Amethyst thought about that answer, and thought hard. She didn't say ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ忤e'. Um, she mouthed, little help here? She pointed at the space between her shoulder-blades. The trainer waved at her; a section of wall slid away. Amethyst scowled at the trainer's departing backside. Great, she thought, picking up her head. The most human of the trainers so far, and she's the one who raped me. Every time Amethyst thought she had a handle on this place, they changed the pot. What was going on here? She held her head up so she could look at her body. Well, if I'm going to be separated like this, I might as well enjoy myself.Something told Amethyst that chances to enjoy herself would be few and far between...
TO BE CONTINUED