"The first thing we need to do is provide an introduction to our product for our customers. That'd be you. Good girl."
The stimulation started again, but weaker this time. Marcy mewled miserably, still uselessly trying to cover herself. The sensations felt good, but manageable. Marcy didn't want to give in this time.
"I'm going to start you off at level one, and ramp you up to level ten over the course of five minutes. The cameras will record the results, and that will be our promotional video. Pretty sweet, huh?"
"I, I won't do it!" Marcy finally responded. She stood up and looked at the ceiling, where she imagined the speakers to be.
"This is kidnapping and I'll see to it that you go to jail for life!"
She tried to look stern, but it was hard with the jewelry buzzing away in her most intimate areas. A shock to each tit and one to her clit abruptly put an end to her little rebellion.
"You're under the mistaken impression that you have a say in what happens to you. You don't. Now get on the bed so you can cum for our customers."
When Marcy didn't move right away, another shock got her moving. She crawled across the ridiculous bed and put her back to the wall, knees up, and wrapped her arms around her legs. The jewelry was buzzing again.
"Put your arms out to your sides."
Marcy hesitated but complied. She had no leverage over this man, nothing to bargain with. Restraints, covered in the the same satin as the bed itself, slid smoothly out of it's surface around her wrists. The same procedure saw her legs pinned a moment later. The insidious restraints drew apart, forcing her legs wide open. The camera rolled as the top half of the bed tilted up, like a hospital bed, raising her torso halfway to a sitting position. She was facing the monitor, facing herself. Her blue eyes were wide, her blonde hair only slightly mussed from all that had occurred.
The jump to level two surprised a gasp out of her, which a camera caught in a close up. Marcy blushed. The TV monitor switched to a grid, simultaneously showing four different perspectives. One was a closeup of her blushing, worried face. The others were a full body shot, a closeup of the jewelry causing her breasts to jiggle slightly, and her dampening pussy. The jump to level three caused her to jerk against her restraints. This level was much more intense than the first two. Marcy focused her breathing, tried to ignore the sensations.
The close up of her pussy changed to a white screen with a blinking cursor. Text appeared there. It read "Wow. That's hot." It took Marcy a second to grasp what was going on. More text: "Now that's a fine piece of ass." Suddenly she knew exactly what had happened. The cameras had gone live! People were watching her on their computers and commenting on what they saw. Could she get them to help her? |