Erotica Trapped and Streamed
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As she came-to she became aware of a roaring pleasure coursing through her, radiating out from the steady vibrations thrumming between her legs. As if emerging from cold water, she gasped for breath, opening her eyes to the confusing array of lights and cacophony of sound assaulting her senses.
She was in a bright square room. No not a room, it was too small; more of a box. The walls, floor and ceiling were white cushioned leather, with soft led lighting strips at every corner. She was on her knees, and the top of the box was only a few feet above her head. The item between her legs was the only remotely familiar object. She recognised it from videos online, a sybian vibrator. A black saddle with a dildo protruding from the top, which was currently working away inside her, vibrating against her g-spot, accompanied by pads that massaged her clit at the same frequency. She had never used one before, and now recognised how worthy it was of its widespread popularity.
It commanded all her attention, despite all the other intricate items of interest around the room, her eyes were fixed to the device. It hummed as it worked, the phallus pressed deliciously against her g-spot, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. She was soaked, her wet pussy clenching but finding no purchase on the slippery rubber pressed into her. She moaned as the looming climax began to creep up on her.
Through the foggy confusion of pleasure, she tried to focus more on where she was, pushing the pleasure away. The light still felt too much, and she could only now begin to open her eyes fully. She tried to lift herself off, but had only limited movement. Her legs were tightly locked into the saddle, a black metal cuff around her ankles parallel to the floor, and a leather-padded metal arm pressing down on either of her thighs to hold her in place. The metal was curved perfectly to the shape of her leg so she was firmly stuck. Her wrists were also in cuffs, attached to thick black metal chains that were screwed to the floor in front of the saddle.
Much of the floor was taken up by a circular panel that both she and the sybian sat in the centre of, even the metal chain connected into the same panel. She tugged at the restraints, beginning to scream in growing panic. There was no budge, and only enough chain to allow her to rest her hands on the front of the saddle or the floor if she chose. She couldn't reach anywhere near the vibrating mechanics. The vibration sped up a little, sending a jolt through her frame as the pleasure intensified.
Her dread had drowned out the machine's caress before, but now it was back to receiving her full attention. She knew from seeing the sybian operate before that there were controls, a cable that ran out of the saddle to a couple of dials on a sort of remote, but it was nowhere to be seen. Presumably hidden somewhere beneath the floor panel.
In front of her were a couple of screens and some equipment. The first to catch her eye sent another pang of terror to her heart, a camera lens trained directly on her. Next to it was a computer screen on a webpage she didn't recognise, but from the banner and format, she knew it was surely a porn site of some kind. There was a logo on the top left in the shape of the letter 'N', and the majority of the screen was taken up by a video. It was her on screen, her eyes wide with shock. Her petite pale-skinned body was trembling visibly, she hadn't noticed it until she'd seen herself live on screen. The benefit of her relentless daily exercise was in clear view, her lean abdomen tight with perky firm tits bouncing with her movement, the nipples tight and inviting. Her long white-blond hair had been tied up in a loose bun to give a good view of her face.
She was in a bright square room. No not a room, it was too small; more of a box. The walls, floor and ceiling were white cushioned leather, with soft led lighting strips at every corner. She was on her knees, and the top of the box was only a few feet above her head. The item between her legs was the only remotely familiar object. She recognised it from videos online, a sybian vibrator. A black saddle with a dildo protruding from the top, which was currently working away inside her, vibrating against her g-spot, accompanied by pads that massaged her clit at the same frequency. She had never used one before, and now recognised how worthy it was of its widespread popularity.
It commanded all her attention, despite all the other intricate items of interest around the room, her eyes were fixed to the device. It hummed as it worked, the phallus pressed deliciously against her g-spot, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. She was soaked, her wet pussy clenching but finding no purchase on the slippery rubber pressed into her. She moaned as the looming climax began to creep up on her.
Through the foggy confusion of pleasure, she tried to focus more on where she was, pushing the pleasure away. The light still felt too much, and she could only now begin to open her eyes fully. She tried to lift herself off, but had only limited movement. Her legs were tightly locked into the saddle, a black metal cuff around her ankles parallel to the floor, and a leather-padded metal arm pressing down on either of her thighs to hold her in place. The metal was curved perfectly to the shape of her leg so she was firmly stuck. Her wrists were also in cuffs, attached to thick black metal chains that were screwed to the floor in front of the saddle.
Much of the floor was taken up by a circular panel that both she and the sybian sat in the centre of, even the metal chain connected into the same panel. She tugged at the restraints, beginning to scream in growing panic. There was no budge, and only enough chain to allow her to rest her hands on the front of the saddle or the floor if she chose. She couldn't reach anywhere near the vibrating mechanics. The vibration sped up a little, sending a jolt through her frame as the pleasure intensified.
Her dread had drowned out the machine's caress before, but now it was back to receiving her full attention. She knew from seeing the sybian operate before that there were controls, a cable that ran out of the saddle to a couple of dials on a sort of remote, but it was nowhere to be seen. Presumably hidden somewhere beneath the floor panel.
In front of her were a couple of screens and some equipment. The first to catch her eye sent another pang of terror to her heart, a camera lens trained directly on her. Next to it was a computer screen on a webpage she didn't recognise, but from the banner and format, she knew it was surely a porn site of some kind. There was a logo on the top left in the shape of the letter 'N', and the majority of the screen was taken up by a video. It was her on screen, her eyes wide with shock. Her petite pale-skinned body was trembling visibly, she hadn't noticed it until she'd seen herself live on screen. The benefit of her relentless daily exercise was in clear view, her lean abdomen tight with perky firm tits bouncing with her movement, the nipples tight and inviting. Her long white-blond hair had been tied up in a loose bun to give a good view of her face.
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Despite the anguish across her features, the occasional flash of pleasure overcame her expression. She was wearing a little make-up, the sort she would never apply herself. It was subtle and tasteful in ways she had yet to master, a slight blush to her cheeks to accentuate her narrow face and small pointed nose. Her light eyebrows had been brushed with a darker shade, framing her glowing blue eyes which shone with innocence, the kind that didn't suit the lude situation she was confronted with.
The soft lighting and erotic scene created quite a striking image. She looked amazing, but what caught her eye most of all was the block text over the video image 'Devika: Stream Offline'. Whatever dreadful thing was going to happen hadn't started yet. She breathed a sigh of relief between her laboured gasps of pleasure. While relieved it wasn't streaming, it was concerning that whoever did this knew her name. She realised she hadn't spoken yet.
"Hello!?" she cried weakly, her voice still hoarse. She cringed internally for shouting something so cliché. Had she expected someone to shout 'Hi' back? But what else could she say? Calling for help seemed fruitless, yelling obscenities might anger whoever was behind this, and asking who was responsible seemed unlikely to yield results.
"What is this!? Why are you doing this to me!?" she finally settled on, her raspy high-pitched voice echoed back in the small padded box. She was so softly spoken that she doubted anyone would have heard her unless they were close-by.
No reply came, but a beep was emitted from the second screen she was yet to study. It was full of charts changing in real-time, like the sort you might see on a medical device. The charts were pale-blue and white, matching the clinically bright nature of her box. Her skin crawled at the realisation that most of the charts seemed to be tracking some element of her body.
One plotted her temperature over time, another tracked the speed of her breathing, and another showed fluctuations in her heart rate. Some she didn't understand, and with the ecstasy clawing its way through her body it was hard to concentrate. Presumably there were some sensors in her cuffs. The vibration speed of the sybian was being logged too, and at the bottom of the screen was a whole vertical section that interested her most of all. On the left was a counter of how many orgasms she'd had, currently at 0. To the right hand side was her estimated state of arousal on a gauge, currently hovering just over half way, nearing a shaded section that she assumed meant orgasm.
As she stared at the gauge, it climbed a little. The idea that all this technology was designed to make her cum was equal parts terrifying and alluring. The thrumming felt so good, and it had been so long since she'd been fucked. The orgasm taunted her, it was so close but she was climbing towards it so steadily and slowly, she knew the release would be incredible when she reached it. As much as her resolve screamed for her to fight it, she couldn't ignore how much she wanted to let the pleasure in. Another moan escaped her lips, breathy and soft.
The screen beeped again, drawing her eyes to the final metric she hadn't looked at yet. It was some sort of timeline running along the bottom centre of the screen, with five circles along the line indicating milestones. The first was marked 'first orgasm' along the top and was flashing white, presumably denoting that it was soon approaching. Underneath the first circle a label read 'Initiate stream'.
"Oh n-no," she whimpered, "No please."
The soft lighting and erotic scene created quite a striking image. She looked amazing, but what caught her eye most of all was the block text over the video image 'Devika: Stream Offline'. Whatever dreadful thing was going to happen hadn't started yet. She breathed a sigh of relief between her laboured gasps of pleasure. While relieved it wasn't streaming, it was concerning that whoever did this knew her name. She realised she hadn't spoken yet.
"Hello!?" she cried weakly, her voice still hoarse. She cringed internally for shouting something so cliché. Had she expected someone to shout 'Hi' back? But what else could she say? Calling for help seemed fruitless, yelling obscenities might anger whoever was behind this, and asking who was responsible seemed unlikely to yield results.
"What is this!? Why are you doing this to me!?" she finally settled on, her raspy high-pitched voice echoed back in the small padded box. She was so softly spoken that she doubted anyone would have heard her unless they were close-by.
No reply came, but a beep was emitted from the second screen she was yet to study. It was full of charts changing in real-time, like the sort you might see on a medical device. The charts were pale-blue and white, matching the clinically bright nature of her box. Her skin crawled at the realisation that most of the charts seemed to be tracking some element of her body.
One plotted her temperature over time, another tracked the speed of her breathing, and another showed fluctuations in her heart rate. Some she didn't understand, and with the ecstasy clawing its way through her body it was hard to concentrate. Presumably there were some sensors in her cuffs. The vibration speed of the sybian was being logged too, and at the bottom of the screen was a whole vertical section that interested her most of all. On the left was a counter of how many orgasms she'd had, currently at 0. To the right hand side was her estimated state of arousal on a gauge, currently hovering just over half way, nearing a shaded section that she assumed meant orgasm.
As she stared at the gauge, it climbed a little. The idea that all this technology was designed to make her cum was equal parts terrifying and alluring. The thrumming felt so good, and it had been so long since she'd been fucked. The orgasm taunted her, it was so close but she was climbing towards it so steadily and slowly, she knew the release would be incredible when she reached it. As much as her resolve screamed for her to fight it, she couldn't ignore how much she wanted to let the pleasure in. Another moan escaped her lips, breathy and soft.
The screen beeped again, drawing her eyes to the final metric she hadn't looked at yet. It was some sort of timeline running along the bottom centre of the screen, with five circles along the line indicating milestones. The first was marked 'first orgasm' along the top and was flashing white, presumably denoting that it was soon approaching. Underneath the first circle a label read 'Initiate stream'.
"Oh n-no," she whimpered, "No please."
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Her body was screaming internally for climax, and she could feel it ready to envelope her, but if she let herself cum then it seemed like the camera footage would be streamed online for people to watch her naked body live. The idea sickened her, yet the sensors on-screen suggested that her arousal had increased in response. The gauge ticked up till it was so close to the shaded section that she could feel the edge of orgasm against her hot skin, like the smoke of a fire licking at the walls trying to consume it. She thrashed in her bonds, pulling at the chains and contorting her torso to try and escape the leg restraints. Her upper body was all that moved, and as she fought the pleasure it only made the vibrations feel more intense. Her tits bounced wildly as she squirmed, her hair tasseling and saddle squeaking under the movement.
She held her breath trying to hold it in, groaning as she felt the bright white blinding bliss approach. She gritted her teeth, trying desperately to fight it, slowing her movement as she tired, and locking her muscles. The pressure of the pleasure she was holding in felt set to burst, and she wanted the release so badly, and yet couldn't accept defeat. Her cheeks burned with the embarrassment of knowing that people might see her, but she knew she could hardly hold it any longer. Her eyes shot open, staring directly into the camera and pleading silently for the vibrations to stop. She couldn't take it anymore, her pussy was on fire, the sybian felt like it was shooting ecstasy into her.
"No! No!" she shrieked as an orgasm came crashing over her body. Her back tautened, stretching up and back as the pleasure shot up her spine. Devika screamed out loudly, her toes curling as her body shook with orgasm. She gasped for air as she simmered back down, the vibrations slowing to ease her back to reality. The orgasm counter ticked up to '1' with a little digital chirp, and the streaming webpage began a five second countdown to going live. She gave a high-pitched squeal of despair, before her body was suddenly spun. The saddle was on a rotating platform, and just before the stream started she was turned to face away from the camera.
She'd been turned 180 degrees, so now all the screens were behind her, but there were two new screens in front of her, lower down just beyond where her hands were chained to the platform. They showed the same two displays, one of the measures and the other of the stream. Her blond hair and tensed back were in view, her slim figure emphasised by back-dimples as she sat upright as much as the chains on her arms would allow. Her perky little bubble-butt was in view, occasionally jerking as the vibration played with her sensitive little clit, forcing her body to jolt. She wasn't ready for more, never having been adept at multiple-orgasms with her partners. Though she knew that the expert machine would soon coax her back to another rapturous climax.
Now her orgasm had subsided she felt a sudden clarity. This was real. She was trapped in some hellish orgasm-device. Her eyes darted around for answers, a scream growing in her body begging to be released. But staring at the live feed, she was glad to have some semblance of anonymity. There must be thousands of blond girls in the world called Devika. If she could avoid speaking that might protect identity a little more. As the list of viewers began to populate she found it harder to fight from hyperventilating. First three, then five, then twenty-two names filled the list. Soon there were too many to count, with more still piling in.
Comments flooded in next, some praising her tight little ass, others noting her smooth slender legs gripping the saddle. A few discussed her feet, calling them pretty and admiring her long blue-painted toes. She felt sickened to be so analysed and ogled by strangers, but the commentary was so overwhelmingly positive that she could hardly ignore the little thrill it gave her too. She whined uncontrollably, a renewed pleasure rising in her. The need for release was quickly returning and she hated herself for it. She felt like a caged animal, forced to perform for an audience.
She held her breath trying to hold it in, groaning as she felt the bright white blinding bliss approach. She gritted her teeth, trying desperately to fight it, slowing her movement as she tired, and locking her muscles. The pressure of the pleasure she was holding in felt set to burst, and she wanted the release so badly, and yet couldn't accept defeat. Her cheeks burned with the embarrassment of knowing that people might see her, but she knew she could hardly hold it any longer. Her eyes shot open, staring directly into the camera and pleading silently for the vibrations to stop. She couldn't take it anymore, her pussy was on fire, the sybian felt like it was shooting ecstasy into her.
"No! No!" she shrieked as an orgasm came crashing over her body. Her back tautened, stretching up and back as the pleasure shot up her spine. Devika screamed out loudly, her toes curling as her body shook with orgasm. She gasped for air as she simmered back down, the vibrations slowing to ease her back to reality. The orgasm counter ticked up to '1' with a little digital chirp, and the streaming webpage began a five second countdown to going live. She gave a high-pitched squeal of despair, before her body was suddenly spun. The saddle was on a rotating platform, and just before the stream started she was turned to face away from the camera.
She'd been turned 180 degrees, so now all the screens were behind her, but there were two new screens in front of her, lower down just beyond where her hands were chained to the platform. They showed the same two displays, one of the measures and the other of the stream. Her blond hair and tensed back were in view, her slim figure emphasised by back-dimples as she sat upright as much as the chains on her arms would allow. Her perky little bubble-butt was in view, occasionally jerking as the vibration played with her sensitive little clit, forcing her body to jolt. She wasn't ready for more, never having been adept at multiple-orgasms with her partners. Though she knew that the expert machine would soon coax her back to another rapturous climax.
Now her orgasm had subsided she felt a sudden clarity. This was real. She was trapped in some hellish orgasm-device. Her eyes darted around for answers, a scream growing in her body begging to be released. But staring at the live feed, she was glad to have some semblance of anonymity. There must be thousands of blond girls in the world called Devika. If she could avoid speaking that might protect identity a little more. As the list of viewers began to populate she found it harder to fight from hyperventilating. First three, then five, then twenty-two names filled the list. Soon there were too many to count, with more still piling in.
Comments flooded in next, some praising her tight little ass, others noting her smooth slender legs gripping the saddle. A few discussed her feet, calling them pretty and admiring her long blue-painted toes. She felt sickened to be so analysed and ogled by strangers, but the commentary was so overwhelmingly positive that she could hardly ignore the little thrill it gave her too. She whined uncontrollably, a renewed pleasure rising in her. The need for release was quickly returning and she hated herself for it. She felt like a caged animal, forced to perform for an audience.
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