#emi replies

(and by "fun" i mean awkward)

there was……………..one BEFORE ANXIOUS MILLENNIAL COWBOY??????????????

"Whoever trained your throat, presumably Miss Quiora, deserves my highest praise. But, there is one more trick I wish to show them. Did you know that electrical stimulation to the neck causes the throat muscles to clench so beautifully?"

They pause just long enough for Emi to realize what they are saying, before the collar crackles with another drawn out shock.

[wheezes... im so sorry its taken me ages to answer this]

-> And choke she does, of course. Emi's throat tightens around their bulge in a gag, and she kicks her feet helplessly against the ground. The moment they pull back enough for her to breathe, she inhales so desperately she nearly cuts off her own air supply

-> She's so disoriented that she barely registers what the messenger says before the shock collar sends its painful jolts through her body again. Emi lets out a muffled scream as she involuntarily chokes again, throat squeezing so tight around the bulge lodged within it that she might as well be milking it for more!

-> Just then, Quiora walks back into the room holding the mittens she'd gone to fetch. She watches the display with an almost detached expression, then smirks once Emi finally stops wriggling about from the shock.

-> Emi reacts with a muffled scream, not that it really sounds like one... The electric shock that shoots through her body makes her squirm beneath the messenger's grip. Her throat tightens and she gags a little harder, body threatening to revolt against the intruding bulge.

-> When they don't let up, she's left with no choice but to try and calm herself down. Truly, even without being bound, this messenger has proven that a simple touch of a button can remind her that in this moment she's little more than a warm fleshlight for them to sake their needs.

They repeat this process, a long period of anticipation followed by a brief period of extreme intensity, making sure to vary the intervals so Emi can't get used to it.

-> The minute feels nearly like an eternity to Emi. The entire time all she can think about is the near painful stretch of the plugs, the aphrodisiac coating her skin, and the clamps pinching her poor nipples... and then, finally, something happens.

-> It's not a good something, by her standard. The plugs suddenly whir to life and her surprised cry is immediately muffled by the messenger's bulge being unceremoniously shoved down her throat.

-> She instinctively pounds her hands against their legs in protest- an act made possible since her hands were never bound. Clearly, without Qiqi's domineering presence, she's not as well behaved.

They accept the hood back and get straight to work lubricating it as well, before stretching the whole thing over Emi's head in one smooth, practiced motion. The smooth latex blocks all light, and most sound from Emi's senses. They take a moment to ensure the breathing holes are properly lined up, before they tuck the neck of the hood into the collar of Emi's suit and pump all the excess air from the entire suit, ensuring the aphrodisiac hugs every part of Emi's body.

"There we go, you should be able to hear just a bit, your acceptance of this special prize comes with a caveat, namely that your outfit will be featured on our social media accounts for at least three months. Luck you!"

They step back and take a few photos of Emi, making sure she hears the shutter sound with each picture taken.

"One last quality control test and you're all set, Miss Emirru."

Humming to themselves, they take hold of one of Emi's horns through her hood and guide her to her knees, loudly unzipping and removing their pants.

-> Before fully disappearing, Qiqi pauses at the door

"Oh, is that so...? Feel free to add that to the tab as well."

-> That settled, she heads off to find those mittens she wants...

-> Emi, meanwhile, is a little too slow to realize that she just had a chance to make a break for it.... By the time the thought occurs, the messenger is already tugging the hood over her head.

"a-aaaah...!"

-> Emi has never been subjected to anything quite like this. Having her whole body sealed in a latex suit, complete with a hood that muffles sound and renders her blind, is not exactly something she knows how to handle. The loss of her vision and some of her hearing leaves her feeling adrift in the world. Off balance and disconnected, except for the now extremely present sensation of the clamps on her nipples, and the two plugs still stretching her wide.

"aa-aaahhh;;;"

-> Emi stumbles as the messenger guides her down, nearly falling over. Drool spills out of her mouth and onto the floor, and she lets out a low, unsure whine since she can't really talk with her mouth held open the way it is. The muffled sound of the zipper is all she needs to hear to confirm what she thinks is about to happen... this bastard is about to fuck her mouth, isn't he!?

"ah-ah- nngh-"