Insex - Deserted (Live Feed From April 19, 2003) (Spacegirl, 331, Donna)

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I observed with trepidation as my unusual couch was wheeled out in front of me. Wires, tubes, cream bags, absorption and electricity. The platform awaited me; it loomed eerily before me, all the devices of horror in anticipation of my nude body. I was eliminated from my cell and obediently lay down. My excitement was laced with dread as I realized that it was indeed happening now; I had waited for months to live this fantasy and it was about to become real. I was strapped down to the bed. Headphones were positioned in my ears, blaring milky noise and unusual otherworldly sounds. My iron helmet was positioned over my face and tightly secured. I was now trapped- but most of all trapped inwards my own head. I became instantly disoriented in the darkness and without mercy sound. My gams were opened up and a catheter and faux-cock were rammed as I lay immobile and defenseless to fight or even respond. Suddenly, all the pawing and exploring arms were gone. I was all alone now in the darkness and the submerging never-ending sound. I attempted to focus on the sound; time became my torment. With every passing moment, my bod sent new messages of fright and pain: the faux-cock tucked so tightly within me, the searing of the catheter, the ache of my corded muscles. The sound was my only anchor to reality - I commenced to perceive increasingly disconnected from my body, from my self. My disorientation grew as I dimly heard expresses beyond the milky noise. I commenced to wonder if they were truly expresses or just hallucinatory and contained within the without mercy static. When I perceived absorption on my breasts and clit, I was overjoyed! At last, a moment when I am united and not alone! The violet wand perceived like unusual prickling fingers, taunting and rubbing my skin. Even as the charge increased, the anguish was a welcome distraction. When it ceased, I calmly pleaded pd for more. My lil' expect was that he would leave it on and it could help me to get through the excruciating hours that I knew remained. But my real torture was to be wheeled away, deprived as a mere prop while Donna played with 331. After the shock treatment, time became an uncanny blur. I reminisce dimly some blankets positioned over me. Occasional sounds and expresses floated into my consciousness; I could no longer distinguish them. The milky noise receded until it seemed like silence. Before my helmet was removed, the noise was changed off. It was so sudden and sudden that it jarred me more heavily than any electrified shock. When the helmet came off, my eyes bellowed at the scathing light by my mind was still stunned in the absence of the milky noise. It had become comforting to me; it had been like an umbilical wire that anchored me to the earth as I floated in my dreamlike space. My come back to the expresses and the dazzling lights of the studio perceived like a unusual birth - I was extracted from my placid womb of never-ending empty space.