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It’s dark in here.
Your muffled groan seems to echo strangely as you blink your eyes open. Something is in your mouth, gagging you. You’re hot, dizzy, you almost feel drunk and you don’t want to sober up. Some part of your mind says you have to. You blink in the darkness and try to collect your thoughts.
It was Halloween. Your groggy mind latches on to that detail. The dare this year was to go inside the creepy pizza place on the edge of town, and you agreed... You moan softly, your mind still swimming. You try to shift your body, but it’s locked in place by firm restraints.
Where are you right now? You can barely see anything, and it’s totally silent.
...It wasn’t silent before. The thought seems somehow important, and you struggle to remember. There was a noise, soft and subliminal, melodic and tinkling... A music box. The soft chime of a music box filled the empty pizzeria, snagging your mind like hooks and dragging you to a room, your body no longer obeying you as one of those raggedy old animatronics began to move...
A confusing flush of heat washes through your body. You moan again, shuddering in your tight bondage. If you focus, you swear you can still hear it, the soft, repetitive tune that stripped your resistance away as you were... lifted off the ground by mechanical arms... You squirm once, muffling a gasp through your gag. You were helpless and spread wide while you were slowly stuffed full of a nice, thick...
You bite your tongue hard, trying to focus. Your face is hot but you can’t let yourself linger on the memory. You’ll sink back into hypnotic submission if you do. You need to stay alert and you need to get out of here.
With a deep breath, you begin trying to move your limbs one by one. You’re not held in place by straps of bondage, you realize, but rather you’ve been shoved into a very small space in which you have to room to move. A cavity just slightly larger than a human body, something with a pair of holes for the eyes...
...Holy shit, you’re inside one of the animatronic suits.
Briefly, you wonder which one. You hope it’s not the duck. With an impatient grunt, you push the thought aside. You’re stuck inside an old gross animatronic suit, totally naked, unable to move or speak, and the only parts of you exposed are your eyes and...
...and your...
Your face heats as you realize that your pussy is exposed to the room. You’re suddenly, embarrassingly aware of how wet it is. As much as you’re trying not to think about it, you’re fixated on the memory of being used like a good toy.
The distant thump of a footstep jolts you out of your thoughts. Someone else is here in the pizzeria. You perk up, trying to twist your face to see through the eyeholes. Your heart is pounding. You really don’t want anyone to see you like this, but you really really want to get out of here. When you hear another footstep, you try to call out through the gag, struggling.
A series of soft, sharp clicks echoes through the room. Your thrashing stops. It almost sounds like something being wound up. Almost like a...
...music box.
The first chime makes your eyes go wide. You muffle a panicked shout into your gag, squirming. The footsteps are getting closer, and you can feel the soft allure of the music, trying to rock you to sleep.
The footsteps are in the room. You clench your teeth and struggle to stay focused as the owner of the footsteps comes into view.
You can barely see his face in the darkness. He’s just a tall, masculine silhouette in the shadows. You’re breathing hard. Is it a rescue? Maybe one of your friends, coming to look for you after you never came back? You can’t even tell if he’s someone you know or not. But something about the way he’s moving and breathing, slow and heavy, tells you that he’s not faring as well against the music box as you are. The chimes must be sinking into his mind too, drifting drifting drifting until his body is submitting to every single...
You bite your own tongue, trying to focus. You can’t lose yourself again. Though the eye sockets of the animatronic, you stare at the man as hard as you can, trying to get his attention with only your eyes. Your shouts are reduced to muffled grunts by the gag. He steps closer, and for a brief moment, you think he might be about to get you out.
You jolt as you feel calloused fingers press against your bare, aroused pussy.
Your panicked shout dissolves into a moan as the first finger slides inside. He’s panting, but his hand is moving like he knows what he’s doing. Your eyes are rolling and you’re having a hard time remembering why you wanted to resist as the second finger slides inside.
He’s undoing his pants, you can hear his zipper coming down through the chimes of the music. You whimper. You can’t focus with his fingers buried inside you, pumping, urging you to give in. Pinned in place like this with your legs spread, you’re just a... toy...
The man groans, something low and animalistic. You feel a cock bumping against you, his fingers still buried. One last time, you wiggle feebly, your protest becoming a moan even before the gag swallows it. His fingers slide out and his cock takes their place, plunging into you sudden and needy, making your whole body shudder.
You can hear his drugged, heavy breathing as he uses you. All you can do is moan. Dizzily, you realize he’s going to come in you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop him.
And... why would you want to? You’re such a good toy...