Descent Ch. 09: Ready Set

"Oh, there you are," her handler said, seeing the flash in her eyes. He smirked.

Emma just pouted at him. Then her head filled with cotton and she couldn't keep the thought. The plug was really messing her up! She couldn't remember why that would make her upset, though. A pretty girl like her should be happy and remember to smile for men. It would make them like her more.

So she did that - flashed her handler a smile. Then she turned so she could look over her shoulder to the mirror. The plug was barely visible between the cheeks of her butt, but she could sure feel it, both in her ass and in her head. She reached back with her hands and spread her cheeks apart, and there it was, a huge, blue gem hiding her anal rose.

She stood there, blinking, trying to consider for a moment about how weird it was to have something worth millions in her ass, but any concrete thoughts about it slipped away from her. She clenched her butt, seeing the gem getting pulled inwards, feeling the plug shift inside. Did it again, the sparkling from the gem catching her attention. It was sooo pretty... In, out, she clenched to move the gem. In, out... In...

She whimpered, tried to focus. With the plug inside, her magically amplified sex drive was kept under control, she understood that. Her desires kept dully simmering, but mostly suppressed. The magical plug did things to her head, true, but it also kept her heat in check.

Sure, she would be as happy to please with her mouth, tits, cunt, and ass as ever. But it was mostly a lazy need, not something she really had to act on. The plug was like a pacifier, keeping her content. Docile. She stood there, blithely clenching her ass muscles around the fat, silvery invader, pondering that. Being docile felt nice. She could relax and be like a poseable living doll. Just let them do whatever they wanted to her in bed.

She figured that if they wanted her more active, they would remove the plug. She had the feeling she'd be on all fours immediately, begging for a fuck as if her sanity depended on it. She squeezed around the plug, thinking about being a slut baby kept calm by her pacifier. Huge and uncomfortable as it was, she let it settle inside her, acquiescing to being its container for now. It kept her horny, and too mellow to do anything about it.

Emma realized she would never talk again. Plug in, she'd be kept so horny from being stretched around it that the de-voicing would be kept firmly active. If anyone pulled it out, she would go into heat, even more unable to talk. She had figured she would eventually be fully de-voiced, but she'd never had guessed it would be done like this. She let out a bimbo-like little giggle — her last words had been something about the plug shutting her up. She had been right!

She let her buttocks go, and they swung together, hitting each other with a smack. The sight of her buttocks bouncing hypnotized her for a moment, until they stopped moving. She shook her head, tried to focus. The gem was almost hidden again. It wouldn't be too obvious to anyone that didn't know it was there.

She turned back, and almost jumped in place as she met the eyes of her handler. The clit bell jingled. In her scatter-brained state, she'd forgotten he was there.

"You're such a simple creature now," he chuckled. "Your kitten-like, short attention span makes you adorable. And knowing what an animal you will be in bed if your stopper is removed... Make sure you don't lose the plug. It may edit your thoughts and make you as docile as cattle, but wearing it is the only way you can keep your needs in check. You saw earlier how it felt when the plug is not in." He paused. "That was a nice show, by the way. I think they enjoyed it outside too."

Her eyes widened, and she whimpered in humiliation. She'd gotten so into it that she'd forgotten that she wasn't alone. Not enough that he'd seen it, but her neighbors and anyone in the other rooms that were currently digging through all her private things would have heard her too. She blushed, looking down, another helpless little whimper escaping out her nose.

He gave no regard to her humiliation. "Go wash your hands, so you don't smear your dress," he said, moving his head to indicate the door. "Hurry up. One more change is coming, it's just being paced out to not overwhelm you."

She already felt overwhelmed. One more change? The cotton in her head slammed down and suppressed the thought, prevented her from thinking ahead. She didn't think at all for a moment. And then, she found herself just accepting it. The magic was actively editing her mind, and she couldn't do anything about it. That almost made her uncomfortable for an instance, but thinking about it she couldn't find anything wrong with it.

She moved to pick up her discarded graduation dress, but he stopped her. "Uh-uh. Go like that," he said. "Show off your new jewelry."

Emma whimpered at that, but she stepped forwards, only wearing the high heels and white stay up stockings.

Her slick hand smeared the door handle as she opened the door. She glanced outside through the gap. There was no one right outside - anyone attending the sudden sale of her things probably in the other room, where the TV, sofa and most of her valuable things were.

She dared it, opened the door fully, took the three steps to the bathroom fast - jingling all the way - and closed the door behind her, in safety. "Wait, was that..?" she heard outside. "Yeah - was she naked?" said another voice. "She was!" said the first guy. As she turned on the faucet, she couldn't hear any more. She washed her hands, took a few minutes to try to collect herself.

The sound of the water was distracting her, almost putting her in a trance.

The plug was driving her crazy. She couldn't keep herself from clenching around it, working her muscles as if she was trying to please a cock inside her, now and then making naughty little moans, trying to sound sexy for the guy fucking her. There was no guy, no cock, and she couldn't stop behaving as if she was taking a hard fuck to the ass. She squirmed in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands suddenly massaging her big tits before she could stop herself.

She moved her hands to the sink, bit her lip. The tassels swung like pendulums from her nipples as she struggled to grasp her situation. The feeling of the plug derailed her train of thoughts. "Stupid thing won't let me think!" she complained to herself.

The plug was keeping her off balance, distracted. She had to remove it.

She lifted the lid to the toilet, sat down on the ring with her legs spread wide, and felt with her hand between her legs at the gem. She grunted, pushing with her muscles, trying to squeeze the plug out. The gem pushed against her hand. She blacked out for a moment, and then a stray idea made her push with her fingers. Oh! That feeling was delicious.

She'd forgotten why she was doing it, but this felt nice. She pressed with her middle finger, pushing the sex toy into her, then letting go, feeling it slowly poke out again as she pushed with her internal muscles. She moaned, fucking herself with the magical sex toy.

There was a knock on the door, and she threw her head up, her face burning at what she'd been caught doing.

She stood up and washed her hands quickly. Forgetting she was naked, she unlocked the door, opening it fast, and stormed out, her little bell ringing, intending to get back to her room. Running right into a small crowd of guys standing outside.

"She is naked!" someone said. She could hear the sound of someone taking a picture with their phone, and she could see several other phones held up, filming. "Why are you here all naked, girl?" "Look at her tits, those tassels!" "I know her, she lives here! I've heard she's a whore!" "I thought they were selling all the things because the occupant had moved out?" "Well, she obviously hasn't moved out yet, but she's looking as fine as ever! How much to rent you, whore? Do you need money? Is that's why they are selling all your things?"

She tried to push the phones away, whimpering. She felt like cattle in a herd as she was shuffled around when she tried to get through the crowd, the bell in her clit making constant noise, the plug thrumming inside her as the content inside it shifted from her sudden movements. She moaned whorishly, right in front of the cameras, but got past them, through the door to her bedroom, and closed it behind her, her back pressed to the door, panting.

Her handler was laughing.

She made a sulking face to him, knowing she probably just managed to look sexy, or worse, cute, then stomped towards the bed and her new clothes. Or, well, she stopped stomping after the first step, due to the effect it had on the plug inside her ass. Note to self: no more stomping. She found herself just standing there, moaning, her base responses easily overpowering the weak intentions of her restricted, higher mind.

"Stockings and shoes off, dress on," her handler said.

Her submissive obedience was a base response too, so she kicked her shoes off her feet, and shirked out of the stockings. She picked up the little black dress, put it on, trying to get her impractical, long hair out of it without getting it tangled in the spaghetti straps. The outfit fit her like it was made for her. She was pretty sure it was. The silk, the tailoring, the fit, everything about it told her it had been handmade just for her.

It was one of those dresses where you couldn't tell if it was meant for a night club or the bedroom. If she'd had to pick, she'd guess the latter. The lack of shoes just made her look even more like a bed toy. The little negligee was short, probably almost showed the underside of her buttocks, and would expose her jeweled butt plug if she bent forwards just a little. It was not an outfit to go outside with, but she knew she was about to.

She moved towards her hairbrush, wanting to fix her hair after putting the dress on. "Don't bother. We'll take care of that in a bit," her handler said. "Sit on the bed. It's time. This is going to be scary."

She tensed for just a moment at that, but the fog in her head thickened and made her unable to really grasp it. She sat on the bed lost in the daze, looking up at him with her huge, cow-like, blue eyes, just waiting.

"Yes, you don't have a worry in your little head, do you?" he said. "Well, keep looking at me. You have such beautiful big eyes, Emma. They are like jewels. Matching your other jewels just perfectly. Just a part of the set. Jewels are beautiful, useful for nothing but being looked at. Jewels are meant to be seen, not to see with. Your eyes will be perfect jewels."

What did he mean? Her eyes were not for seeing? She wouldn't be allowed to see? Wait, the magic was going to make her blind!

It was as if the enchantment had been waiting for her realization before it activated. The world twisted, and suddenly she couldn't see. She was still sitting on her bed, in her own bedroom, but suddenly, the small, cozy room felt like a dark abyss, and she was lost in it. Disoriented, she moved her head around, trying to get her bearings. Her suppressed little mind was unable to understand what was happening.

Her handler was still talking, and she locked on to his voice, the only anchor in the boundless darkness. She knew where he was, in relation to her. "It's OK. You're going to be taken care of. You are a valuable thing. You will be kept safe." He stepped closer. "Take my hand."

She whimpered, tried to get her panic under control. She felt the handler's hand on hers, and suddenly, something happened. She knew where she was again. She could feel where the things around her were. It wasn't like seeing, at all. She was still in the dark. It didn't matter if she closed her eyes, or kept them open, or which direction she turned. There were no details, but she could sense the mirror, the door, her bed, her nightstand, even the little things on her nightstand. She gasped, put her other hand on his, not wanting to lose contact. He was the center of her universe. She was tiny, caught in his orbit. Everything came to her through him.

"That's right, doll, as long as you are in contact with someone, you won't be lost." He pulled his hand back, and her sense of the room started to fade. It was still there, but going away slowly. The farthest things were fading faster. It was as if the perpetual darkness was now creeping up on her, ready to absorb her. He patted her on the head, and her ambient feeling for the space she was in flared up again.

She stood up, closed the distance between them, and pressed her body to his side so he could hold the darkness at bay. She needed him to be safe.

"Yes, you are going to be a very clingy girl, Emma. Perfect arm candy for a rich man." He petted her head. "But," he said, "that man is not me." He detangled himself from her, pushing her gently away, leaving her to fend for herself in the smothering black as he moved in the room. "Let me show you something," he said.

She could hear the sound of the leash, the fine silver chain rustling as he picked it up. Instinctively, she tilted her head to the side, arched her neck, and offered her throat to the collar. She felt it closing around her neck.

And the pressure from the dark lifted. Her handler was farther away, but he still radiated safety. The leash was just long enough for her to reach the edge of the radius he made safe, to dip a toe into the void beyond. That darkness was scary. She backed away from the edge, closed the distance between them. Stayed at his heel like a trained dog.

"The leash is special," he said. "Normally, your sense only works through touch. But it also works through this leash."

Her feeling of being safe was not as strong, though. She knew that if he let go of the leash, she would soon be helplessly lost. What if she was left like that? She whimpered.

"You'll get used to it," her handler said, uncaring. Then he opened the door. "OK, it's assembled," he said to someone outside. "The set is ready for you."

Still on the leash, Emma was aware that the woman that entered brought one of the kitchen chairs with her, setting it down next to the bed, facing the door. "Put her here," she heard, the woman ignoring the blonde slave, addressing her handler. He nodded.

Emma sat down obediently, gasping softly as the jewel in the plug bumped the hard surface of the wooden chair. She shifted quickly, sat up straight, arching her back to move the plug out of contact with the hard wood. "No moving," the lady said, starting to work on her hair as soon as Emma sat down, pulling out the pins, letting her hair down.

"Hm, her hair is so long that it touches the floor when she sits in this chair," the lady complained. "I'll have to improvise," she muttered to herself.

Emma felt tugs in her hair and started to zone out. The lady pulled on her tresses as she worked them into shape. Emma got lost in thought about all the times men had pulled her hair while they had her, forcing her to arch her back tightly as they took her from behind, or to hold her down to make her deepthroat them. A slutty moan slipped out past her pouting lips, and she shifted again on the chair, trying to make the plug move inside her.

"No moving!" the lady said, and Emma's fantasy was interrupted. She stopped in the middle of her movement, ending up in an uncomfortable position, but not daring to move again. After just a minute or so more, the lady stood back, though. "That's good enough for travel," she said. Emma moved her head, tried to figure out what had been done to her hair. The feeling of it rustling over her head was familiar. It was in some sort of high ponytail.

The handler nodded to the hairdresser, then indicated to Emma to stand up. He had the cuffs again. Emma meekly put her hands behind her and then she was back in restraints.

"Let's go," he said, tugging at her leash, opening the door, starting to move. As she tottered at his heel, barefoot and dressed as an eager bed warmer, she could feel the ponytail rustling over her butt, teasing at the inside of her thighs as it swished behind her. The jingling from the bell dangling from her clit drew everyone's eyes. She could feel the look of every person in her apartment on her - at her bare legs, at her behind, enjoying the sight of her long hair caressing her thighs, the undercurve of her buttocks as they peeked out under her short dress. Her heat flared as she sensed them looking, and she let out a helpless little moan.

"OK, the things in the bedroom are available to buy now," she heard announced behind her.

She could hear more voices as the crowd started moving into her bedroom. "Oh, let's go look. Let's find her sexy underwear!" said one of the guys that had filmed her naked earlier. "Even better, let's find her sex toys!"

Humiliated at the thought of those guys rummaging through her most intimate things, she was led out of her apartment, horny, stupid, barely dressed, jingling and on a leash. She knew she would never be back.