(Original FA post details:)
posted May 30, 2016 08:44 PM, posted May 30, 2016 08:48 PM
STORY TIEM! HOPE YA LIKEY! (largely inspired by a pic commissioned by Ruel here)
Waking to unexpectedly sore joints, unexpectedly bound extremities, overwhelming (and unexpected!) darkness, and the distinct aroma, flavor, and unexpectedness of rubber was a bit jarring. The cat sloth shuffled a bit in the.. bed(?). Lying atop a couple of sheets with something pillow-like to cushion his head, okay yeah, probably a bed. Both hand’s claws were stretched back by a set of rings attached to the base of each claw, each ring attached to a string tethered to a rod found atop a bulky wrist strap at the base of a specially made latex glove. That annoying instruction manual of a sentence basically meant Simmy’s digits were useless. His feet were similarly restrained to form a pair of stilettos fit for a bondage enthusiast. The rest of his ensemble included a rubber dress and belt further decorated with a long thin sheet of latex acting as a scarf, wrapped sensibly around the upper torso. This “scarf” continued up the neck and around the head tangled with another sheet of rubber that wrapped over his muzzle (though given the tape gag underneath, was more for show and perhaps a bit of breathplay as sharp inhalations were sometimes interrupted by occasional collapses in the rubber’s creases). A large snug blindfold completed the look.
Meanwhile, waking to similar symptoms, Xavier could only guess that his environment resembled something along the lines of a claustrophobe’s nightmare crossed with a padded asylum cell. Unbeknownst to the bat, a giant plush with an uncanny likeness to a nearby cat sloth encompassed him. Beknownst to the bat was the sheer amount of bondage that made sure he stayed encompassed. Earplugs, a rubber blindfold, and a latex tube gag left him truly blind to the universe at large and, perhaps more importantly, everything in a five-foot radius. Straps secured with padlocks kept his arms and legs fully folded on themselves, elbows pointing out to either side, all limbs confined to a cozy nook. Rubber mitts cupped his hands shut and a chastity cage kept Xavier’s excitement under control as he realized all of this himself. The tinge of fear fueled by confusion and restriction forced a soft erotic moan that he could feel reverberate through his chest translating to a dull mid-tone hum in his head.
Standing up wasn’t going well for Simmy. The umpteenth try finally proved marginally successful with substantial help from the bed (thanks bed). Still quite wobbly, Simmy slowly stood nearly upright, figuring he’d pretty much gotten the hang of how the heels worked. Such thoughts were squashed though when he jerked backward due to the compressed voice of a British English female from a nearby cell on speakerphone.
“H- hello?”, a hesitant voice questioned.
‘Is.. is that a phone? Has a call been going on this whole time (however long ‘whole time’ is)? …Should I answer?’ These thoughts swarmed Simmy’s head as he mumbled “Hmm.. mm?”
“Okay good, you sounded like you were awake,” said the voice, assuming a slightly more devious tone. “You and your friend probably have a couple of questions, but seeing as neither of you can ask them, I’ll continue with all the info you need.”
‘Friend? What!? There’s someone else here? WHAT IS HAPPENING?’ Simmy’s mind raced as the voice spoke. He felt the need to explore his surroundings, so another attempt to stand was made as the voice continued.
“Simmy, listen up.” His ears perked. “You and Xavier are gonna have a bit of fun locked up in this room. In a way, you’re trading places for the day! The dress you’re wearing, along with all of the fun gear it comes with, belongs to Xavier; you might be familiar with it.”
The memory clicked as her sentence came to a close. He’d seen the dress once in a collection of pics Xavier showed him featuring the bat trying on various fetish clothing he owned and loved. It was cute (and maybe a tad sexy) at the time. Its cuteness was soured at the moment though, as it continued prohibiting him from standing up with any ease.
“Xavier..,” the voice paused, “Well, to put it plainly, is locked inside a giant plush of.. you.”
‘What.’
“Inside, he’s been properly robbed of all senses, hence why I’m not addressing him. Your goal is to get him out. If you can help him out of the plush, there will be a set of keys on his person. Each opens a padlock that’s keeping him strapped up. Help get him out and he’ll.. ahemmprobablyhelp get you out! And that’s it! Super straightforward.” Those last sentences were slathered with teasingly malicious sarcasm slithering through a devilish grin. Annoyingly arousing, admittedly. But WHO WAS THIS?
“Oh right, don’t wanna forget to turn this on.” The bullet vibe Simmy had been ignoring introduced itself by roaring to life all of a sudden in much the same way a kitten roars. Still, this was enough to nullify the almost-step that he had almost taken, as an interrupted sharp inhalation collapsed him back onto the sheets flailing. The faint buzz replaced the old silence of the room, occasionally dotted with conflicted moans of exasperation and lust, before the voice chimed in once more.
“Good luck! You’ve got 4 hours to get free before something terrible happens.” She shifted tones eerily well there. “Have fun!”
“MMmmm!” Simmy tried lamely to protest as a blip signaled the end of the call.
