All characters depicted within this work are adults aged 18 years and older. By proceeding to read this work, you certify that you are at least 18 years of age and consent to viewing adult-themed material. This material should not be accessed, read, or viewed by individuals under 18. This work is a piece of fiction intended exclusively for consenting adults aged 18 years and over. Lost in the Rhythm - AB/DL Fiction, Hypnosis Story Please keep my caption intact if reblogging as long as you do, may you never again get a paper cut. And so…she stared upward: frightened, aroused, anxious, willing her bleary eyes to gaze into the camera, to watch her helpless self being forced ever closer toward that peak of throbbing, buzzing pleasure… There appeared to be little end to this unless she complied - so what else could she do but obey? Humiliating as it would be to watch herself bound, gagged, and cumming in an oversized nappy, it was the only way out. You surely can manage that, can’t you, you dirty little slut?”Īs the first unbidden orgasm began to well from deep within her, Summer could only whimper, unconsciously suckling the pacifier that remained firmly lodged in her mouth. But just to make it interesting…” and here she paused for dramatic effect. “They’re only going to count toward that total if you keep staring into the camera for the entire time you cum. The wand kicked on in what must have been high speed, and Madison let out a gurgling squeal of surprise that only drew a fresh round of laughter. “Just so you know, dearie,” Madison crooned as Summer writhed in frustration (and much to her own dismay, growing arousal), “We’ve agreed that you’re going to need to cum for us at least ten times before we even think of coming and rescuing you. “And so, we thought, hey! We should really investigate and see if little Summer is lying to us, shouldn’t we?” Madison’s bantering tone took on a steely edge. “So there you are! We’ve got you all nicely locked down there - something stuffed in your little mouth for that slutty little oral fixation you also told us about, a vibrator ready to go whenever we turn it on, and… oh, look at that! Even a massive nappy to keep our squirting little bitch from making a puddle in her bed!” Oh, yeah - the girls’ night out at Flanagan’s… Had she really said all that? It was true, but Christ…she’d actually told them? What else had she said…? “Well, I’m sure you’re eager to know what’s going on,” Madison giggled inanely. “I guess maybe you don’t remember clubbing last night, huh? You know, getting completely soused… telling us all what a little slut you are…” God, really? I must’ve been plastered… “We particularly remember you bragging to us about how you love fucking vibrators so much, and how they make you squirt over and over more than any guy ever did…” Madison flushed amid the chorus of laughter. Sure enough, up there was the camera, complete with a large monitor showing her the precise image being transmitted to her tormenters. Go on, give us a good look!” Summer turned a frightened stare backward, more out of panicked curiosity than anything. “Oh, what’s that, baby? I’m sorry, we simply can’t understand you at all! But I guess that’s normal for you, seeing how much you love having all kinds of nasty things in your mouth…” Again the gales of derisive laughter. “And yes, dear, the girls and I are all watching you from that camera on the wall. “I wouldn’t struggle too much if I were you,” came a disembodied voice from underneath the bed - a voice which the increasingly panicked Summer recognized as belonging to her bitchy flatmate Madison. “I mean, it’s entertaining as hell, but we wouldn’t want you to get hurt, after all.” A burst of feminine giggles followed, causing Summer to emit garbled protests from behind the large pacifier that seemed to be secured in her mouth with some sort of sticky adhesive. Only when she’d wakened enough to realize that she was almost naked, strapped hand and foot to a bed in what appeared to be a nursery, and worst of all wearing what appeared to be a massive nappy, did her viewers finally intervene. More laughter! What the heck…?Īs Summer groggily awoke from her hung-over stupor, she was completely unaware not only of the hi-res webcam trained on her prone form, but of the fact that it was her own sleep-ridden struggles that were eliciting the uproarious mirth among her viewers.
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