2DA V2.0

	TitleText	npcL	npcLtag	TextL	npcU	npcUtag	TextU
0	"My Story Scene"	****	Latex-Covered Figure	****	****	Unseen Voice	****
1	****	****	****	"*A feminine figure of thin, frail frame lies encased fully head to toe in form-fitting, glossy black latex. She seems to have been cocooned in a single, very thin sleeve of the malleable material, which has been vacuum-packed to fit her form perfectly: her nipples can be plainly seen pressing out against the sheet encasing her, as can the contours of her individual fingers, splayed out against her outer thighs where her arms have been pinned to her sides by the encasement. Even her ears, long and tapering to points, can be seen squished against the side of her head. Between her legs there is a writhing, humming bulge, which upon closer examination appears to be the hilt of some phallic toy half-buried inside her, now trapped by the latex as well. The woman's mouth and nostrils are uncovered, but otherwise she seems to be completely sealed in.*"	****	****	****
2	****	****	****	"*A rough hemp rope has been wrapped around the figure's torso, just below her breasts, helping to accentuate the moderately-sized, latex-covered mounds. She hangs suspended in the air in a dimly-lit room, wriggling and swaying slightly like the catch of the day, blind to the world, waiting in dreadful anticipation, the more lurid details of her body on display through the tight, taut latex, leaving nothing to imagination.*"	****	****	****
3	****	****	****	****	****	****	"*A black leather riding crop floats into view, hanging in the air in front of the figure, as though being carried by telekinesis. It strikes the latex-covered figure on the face, a sudden SMACK! echoing through the room, before a gravelly, masculine voice, coming from just out of view, speaks.* You awake, slut? Come on. Say hello to everyone who's gonna be watching you squirm."
4	****	****	****	"*The doll is not in terribly any position to fight back, unable to even turn away from the blow, simply takes the abuse.* Nnguh-? Hhrhguh..."	****	****	****
5	****	****	****	****	****	****	"*Her befuddled groans are met with cruel, chuckling laughter, and she's rewarded with another SMACK from the riding crop, to the other side of her face, this one just a tad harder than the last. The latex-covered woman's head tilts forward slightly, as though pulled by some unseen force.* Heh heh heh. Come on, you dumb cunt! Maybe I should've tied that rope around your dumb neck, instead, and watched you kick and squirm as you ran out of air. Now, open wide and stick out your tongue like a good little slut."
6	****	****	****	"*The thwack of the crop against the side of her head draws a low groan from the doll. Another muffled, strained sound escapes her and her nostrils flare ever-so. Her tongue begins to slowly loll past her lips, the pink muscle dangling outward into the air, ever-searching, almost lewdly inviting.* Nnyuh..."	****	****	****
7	****	****	****	****	****	****	"*The dangling doll's instincts are rewarded with a soft, mocking chuckle, and, a moment later, her mouth abruptly opens wider, as though to accommodate some unseen force, her head suddenly lurching forward farther. A long, low growl can be heard, certainly not from the latex-covered woman, and then the floating riding crop begins to rain down blows against the doll's stomach and upper thighs, SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK!* That's right, you dumb cunt. Open wide. Show your audience what an eager little fuck toy you are!"
8	****	****	****	"*The dangling doll, mouth still wrapped around nothingness, begins to make use of her tongue- the wet muscle flitting forward as well as it can to trace and lap over empty air. There's a brief, muffled noise of satisfaction- quickly replaced with awkward, choking gags as she's smacked again and again by the riding crop, able to feel the brunt of each strike through the obscenely thin film of the latex coating her. It doesn't deter her from her true goal, however, even as awkward as it helps to make it, and she clamps her lips down, forming an obscene 'O' around nothing and giving a firm, greedy suckling of the air.* Nnhr! Nnrhguh- HrhHrhk~"	****	****	****
9	****	****	****	****	****	****	"Heh heh heh heh...has anyone ever told you you make the lewdest, dirtiest sounds, you degenerate little pain-slut? *The unseen figure lets out a long, pleased growl, and once again the latex-covered figure's head begins to bob forward and back, looking for all the world like she really was nothing more than some rubber sex doll, an object to be used for pleasure and nothing else. Down below, the blows from the riding crop being to make their way closer and closer to her sex, until finally it starts striking that protruding vibrator, hitting its base over and over again, as though it were a stray nail getting pounded into the dangling rubber doll's cunt.* Pretty soon, everyone's gonna see what a cheap, broken doll you are!"
10	****	****	****	"*Another muffled noise spills from the doll's stuffed through- an answer, or simply her gagging on whatever nothingness has clearly been stuffed into her mouth. Pink-painted lips squeeze tight, firm, suckling as well as they're able given the doll's precarious position- though that position may well be forgotten in part as she seems to lose herself in some manner of deep-seated oral fixation. Each strike from the crop sees her jerk about as well as the latex allows- which.. isn't terribly much, the doll more set in motion from the strikes and her hoisted, dangling position tied to the rope. When she finally feels the crop smack against her rubber-clad cunt, there's a muffled, shrill gasp  as she's made to endure it. Though even this seems to scarcely get in the way of her goal.* HrHhrk- Mrhglrp~ GlrRrhRrhk- Kaahf-kaa~aafh.."	****	****	****
11	****	****	****	****	****	****	"*The seemingly-possessed riding crop continues to pound the vibrator into her, the blows growing faster and faster, until finally it just presses against the butt of the protruding toy, providing a consistent pressure and wiggling it in an insistent, clockwise motion.* Come on, you dumb cocksleeve. Cum for all your paying fans. They wanna hear what lewd moans you make while you cream that rubber sack I've stuffed you in. Maybe if you're a good slut I'll let you stew in your own juices for a while. Would you like that, slut?"
12	****	****	****	"*When the toy is pressed against her-- the doll wriggles and writhes as well as she can within the confines, the sensation making it difficult-to-impossible for her to properly keep still, even if the latex demands that she must. Those errant jerks and wriggles seem to be reflexive more than anything, to make the discomfort all the worse, and the doll does her best to cope through other sensations- such as whatever's been shoved down her throat. It proves insufficient, that oral fixation not enough to truly distract from the rest of the treatment, and she looses a low whimpering, a little vibration that rumbles up her throat and through those lewdly-distorted lips. The whimperings grow higher, keener, until they reach a pitch and the doll goes slack if not for that obsessive suckling, her chest straining against the latex as she heaves, forced to a heady orgasm that sees her trapped within the vacuum-sealed suit with her own hot honey.* Nhrh! NRRrrhg! Nhr-hHrRRrh..~"	****	****	****
13	****	****	****	****	****	****	"*The riding crop continues to manipulate that toy inside her, not stopping even when she starts to twitch and writhe, instead seemingly intent on trying to draw out her climax as long as it can, deliberately overstimulating the prisoner.* ...there's a...good girl. I think you deserve...a few hours...to relax and...enjoy yourself here. Let's see how many times you can squirt inside that thing, eh?"
14	****	****	****	"*The doll's throat distends as though she were greedily gulping something down, in a series of vulgar, noisy swallows inhibited by the sheer tightness of the second skin surrounding her, her tongue all the while still lolled forward to lap and lick at seemingly empty air. Compared to her own violent orgasm she's most assuredly still riding the high of, one might imagine an almost serene sort of focus in the degenerate gestures. And even then, the sensations lower see her spasm still, filled with a sort of restless energy she's unable to be free from for as long as she's bound within the latex. When the unseen voice speaks back up, there's a curious lilt to her-- gagging, such as it is, painted lips still wrapped tight around nothing, still suckling for all their worth.* Mrh-hhrhm.."	****	****	****
15	****	****	****	****	****	****	"There's a good little cocksucker. *The riding crop floats out of view, leaving the used latex doll dangling uncomfortably, encased in that hot, claustrophobic sleeve, the remnants of her climax running down her legs as that toy continues to assault her.*"
16	****	****	****	"*Left blind and bound as she is, the doll wriggles and fights the bindings that much more intently, though for naught-- well and truly trapped within and unable to tear through under her own power, left at the mercy of whoever might enter the room and the tireless sensations of the toy lodged deep inside and held fast by the latex.*"	****	****	****