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Re: Megalopolis Troubles. (Caulder)
The armbinders were easy, in both flavors, the first one to be found being the straight monoglove, which was a bit tricky since she couldn't use the first one she found, having instead to use what was called... A Sleeve binder. Which was essentially the same thing, but with the bottom sack for her hands cut out and replaced with wrist straps. And since her mitts weren't going anywhere, it was the best choice.
As she tried to wriggle into it, she found that at first, her suit didn't want to behave immediately, until she focused specifically on Wanting it on, soon the tendrils lashing around her arms and pulling them straight out behind her, wrist to wrist, while tugging the sleeve binder up her limbs, soon tightening the seven different sets of buckles involved to her limit, forcing her chest out proudly and keeping her arms firmly pinned, a heavy ring set between her wrists ready for any rope or leash something wanted to use.
Once it was on, it took a few moments of her suit rewarding her again, before it melted into her suit and was stored, again, as variable rather then permanent. The second was the fold binder which her suit practically threw onto her, beginning to roughly yank her arms behind her and lash them there while it fed the binder on. Likewise this one had holes for her now useless hands, and straps to keep them not only in place just outside the binder, but tightly locked to a ring on each elbow, the restraint so complete like this that even if she had her hands, she couldn't use them to get loose, while the straps for both binders that kept them on tightly secured around her shoulders and to her collar directly with a thick vertical strap.
Again it stored away easily, and she was on to something else, her body more then a little hot and bothered now as she only added to the myriad ways she could be restrained, forced, or manipulated. Her gag was next, and well... That didn't go exactly like she wanted. What did happen was rather then let her try anything on? It simply absorbed the ENTIRE Selection, eating them like a fat man at an all you could eat Chinese, inhaling them.
She had... according to her list now... The following.
Monosleeve Binder, Variable.
Monobag Binder, Variable.
Ring gag, leather wrapped, variable.
Ball gag, 4 sizes, Variable.
Ribbon Inflatable gag. Variable.
Penis Gag. Variable.
Inflatable Plug Gag. Variable.
Panel Gag. Variable.
Attachable Blindfold for all Gags. Variable.
Adjustable Panel Gag. Variable.
Deepthroat Training Gag. Variable.
Sinus Breathing Deepthroat Bypass System... ... Permanent.
She had no idea what that one was, but soon found out, as something not painful, but distinctly uncomfortable happened. She felt the latex entering her nostrils, working back through her sinuses, and while it was uncomfortable, she Did manage to adjust. And it took her several moments to figure out what it meant as her suit tested the new system, her eyepiece telling her as much.
Testing... Testing... Success. Multiform. Locked. Permanent.
She found that as a thick cock formed in her muzzle, and shoved completely down her throat, that she could still breathe. And while the plant before had managed the same feat, it had done so in a different way, allowing her to breathe through it. Plants were weird. Now, no matter what was shoved down her throat, she'd always be able to breathe through her nose, and it only took about 4 minutes for the feeling to pass and her to move on.
Once she'd recovered, she moved on to the most demeaning leash she could find, and indeed, found several, which again, the suit practically inhaled. But there was also a selection of collars, that it was inspecting, but allowing her to decide.
Among the leashes, she found several that rather then clip to her collar, would instead harness her entire head and chest, and several with thick inflatable plugs that obviously were meant to lead her along by something else entirely. One was designed, she was sure, to lead her along by her cunny directly, another for her clit, though how it exactly it worked, she wasn't sure. It was simply listed under her selection now quite plainly.
The collars however, were a different matter. One was obviously the slave collar she'd seen on everyone else, but the suit seemed to know she'd never willingly put that mind breaking thing on. The other two however were thick, heavy padded steel. One with a padlock, one without. It was likely that if she didn't decide, it would decide for her, and while she thought about that, she finally spotted something that would catch her interest, a large, closed, metal pod, with the words Gene Manipulator stamped plainly across the front.
The armbinders were easy, in both flavors, the first one to be found being the straight monoglove, which was a bit tricky since she couldn't use the first one she found, having instead to use what was called... A Sleeve binder. Which was essentially the same thing, but with the bottom sack for her hands cut out and replaced with wrist straps. And since her mitts weren't going anywhere, it was the best choice.
As she tried to wriggle into it, she found that at first, her suit didn't want to behave immediately, until she focused specifically on Wanting it on, soon the tendrils lashing around her arms and pulling them straight out behind her, wrist to wrist, while tugging the sleeve binder up her limbs, soon tightening the seven different sets of buckles involved to her limit, forcing her chest out proudly and keeping her arms firmly pinned, a heavy ring set between her wrists ready for any rope or leash something wanted to use.
Once it was on, it took a few moments of her suit rewarding her again, before it melted into her suit and was stored, again, as variable rather then permanent. The second was the fold binder which her suit practically threw onto her, beginning to roughly yank her arms behind her and lash them there while it fed the binder on. Likewise this one had holes for her now useless hands, and straps to keep them not only in place just outside the binder, but tightly locked to a ring on each elbow, the restraint so complete like this that even if she had her hands, she couldn't use them to get loose, while the straps for both binders that kept them on tightly secured around her shoulders and to her collar directly with a thick vertical strap.
Again it stored away easily, and she was on to something else, her body more then a little hot and bothered now as she only added to the myriad ways she could be restrained, forced, or manipulated. Her gag was next, and well... That didn't go exactly like she wanted. What did happen was rather then let her try anything on? It simply absorbed the ENTIRE Selection, eating them like a fat man at an all you could eat Chinese, inhaling them.
She had... according to her list now... The following.
Monosleeve Binder, Variable.
Monobag Binder, Variable.
Ring gag, leather wrapped, variable.
Ball gag, 4 sizes, Variable.
Ribbon Inflatable gag. Variable.
Penis Gag. Variable.
Inflatable Plug Gag. Variable.
Panel Gag. Variable.
Attachable Blindfold for all Gags. Variable.
Adjustable Panel Gag. Variable.
Deepthroat Training Gag. Variable.
Sinus Breathing Deepthroat Bypass System... ... Permanent.
She had no idea what that one was, but soon found out, as something not painful, but distinctly uncomfortable happened. She felt the latex entering her nostrils, working back through her sinuses, and while it was uncomfortable, she Did manage to adjust. And it took her several moments to figure out what it meant as her suit tested the new system, her eyepiece telling her as much.
Testing... Testing... Success. Multiform. Locked. Permanent.
She found that as a thick cock formed in her muzzle, and shoved completely down her throat, that she could still breathe. And while the plant before had managed the same feat, it had done so in a different way, allowing her to breathe through it. Plants were weird. Now, no matter what was shoved down her throat, she'd always be able to breathe through her nose, and it only took about 4 minutes for the feeling to pass and her to move on.
Once she'd recovered, she moved on to the most demeaning leash she could find, and indeed, found several, which again, the suit practically inhaled. But there was also a selection of collars, that it was inspecting, but allowing her to decide.
Among the leashes, she found several that rather then clip to her collar, would instead harness her entire head and chest, and several with thick inflatable plugs that obviously were meant to lead her along by something else entirely. One was designed, she was sure, to lead her along by her cunny directly, another for her clit, though how it exactly it worked, she wasn't sure. It was simply listed under her selection now quite plainly.
The collars however, were a different matter. One was obviously the slave collar she'd seen on everyone else, but the suit seemed to know she'd never willingly put that mind breaking thing on. The other two however were thick, heavy padded steel. One with a padlock, one without. It was likely that if she didn't decide, it would decide for her, and while she thought about that, she finally spotted something that would catch her interest, a large, closed, metal pod, with the words Gene Manipulator stamped plainly across the front.