Mandy wasn't quite herself today.Mandy wasn't quite herself today. As a matter of fact, she wasn't anyone in particular. In her present condition, she would have been hard-pressed to remember her name, let alone her actual identity. She was in a state between ecstasy and insanity, balanced on the edge. As the sculpture holding her prisoner tilted back and forth, her body reacted helplessly to the slithering stimulation from the little warts and not-so-little dildo built into the suit. Occasionally, the vibrations in her breasts and crotch would come alive, apparently at random, intensifying the sensations beyond belief. They never lasted long enough for her sensitive breasts or clitoris to become numb. Every time, they shut off after what felt like a few minutes. Periodically, she felt the water rushing into her ass, and the pressure would swell in her belly, exaggerating the apparent size of the dildo as she slid down onto it. At first, she had thought she might at least keep her presence of mind by counting orgasms. She knew that she had never before had more than four or five in a row. The tactic had failed, for she had lost count somewhere around twenty, and since then had alternated between a mindless state of wanton lust and shuddering release. Her satiation was always short-lived, however, as the insidious drug that Mr. Dodds had given her turned her bloodstream into a maelstrom of churning hormones, trapping her body in a vicious cycle of desire. Every few minutes, her head would clear slightly, and she would succumb to the intense vibrations and slippery caresses of her prison. |