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It was hard to tell where sleep had ended and waking had begun, not least because of the fact that all Rae’s dreams had brought her were endless voids of darkness in which there was nothing to awaken the senses, and upon becoming awake, there was likewise nothing to inform her that a change of any kind had actually taken place. All that she knew was the fact that both her mind and body were sluggish, their responses slow and coming as if weighted down by some unknown influence that came from outside of herself.
At first there was only confusion, as she tried to gather her thoughts into some kind of cohesive sense of awareness, searching for a memory or recollection that would be enough to account for the helpless state in which she now found herself. But nothing came to mind, and Rae began to feel a sense of foreboding begin to take form in the pit of her belly and start to rise ever higher as she realised that, while she was aware of just who and what she was, there was nothing save for an empty void in her memory as to where she had fallen asleep and might now have found herself.
Fighting off the urge to panic within, Rae could not help struggling bodily, as though restraining herself in one sense required complete freedom in another, and so she reached out with her arms, hands grasping at the same time as her head twisted and her tail flapped below. Her senses were useless to her, as there was only darkness and utter silence to be seen and heard, an impression that was made all the more intense thanks to the way in which her efforts to move resulted only in puzzlement and frustration.
Try as she might to swim or else crawl, Rae could only manage to wriggle and writhe without her efforts resulting in movement of any useful kind. It was certainly not a matter of her body being paralysed or restrained in any manner that prevented her from moving, rather that she seemed to be confined to a frustratingly small space in which she could only flounder helplessly. Something pressed down on her that was soft enough to yield when she pushed against it, and yet strong enough to defeat any attempt to tear at it or stretch it until it gave way.
Making one last effort to summon all of her strength, Rae thrust out her arms and tail, arching her back at the same time. She pushed with every muscle and fibre of her body, trying as best she could to stretch the unknown prison which held her to the ultimate limit in the hope of finding that it would break. But even with the force of her limbs doing so, she could soon sense that whatever was holding her was way beyond the limits of her strength to defeat, and she allowed herself to collapse into a slithering heap, feeling the sensation of it shrinking back down to its former dimensions and pressing upon her once more.
By now the sense of panic was becoming so strong that Rae was forced to put an end to her exploration of her circumstances and instead concentrate on trying to regulate her breathing, which was coming in ragged gasps. If she did not take action soon, then there was the distinct danger of her beginning to hyperventilate, an additional problem that would not help circumstances in the least. And so she forced herself to ignore everything save for the rhythm of her breathing, slowing it a little at a time so that she soon felt the benefits begin to spread outwards, helping to calm the rest of her being in turn.
In this hard won moment of clarity and calm, a thought struck Rae like a jolt.
If she was able to breathe and there was the very real danger of suffocation, then she must be awake and dealing with something that existed in the waking, material world. This small revelation was still a huge boost to Rae’s spirits, telling her that she was dealing with something physical, and not at the mercy of forces that she could neither name nor hope to comprehend. A moment later, she thought of the implications of there even being a supply of air for her to breathe, realising that there must be something beyond the small, confined space in which she was trapped, as where else could the air be coming from?
Rae probed the inside of her mouth with her tongue, quickly discovering that there was something very solid and unfamiliar lodged in there. Although she could not remove the object or part her lips which were wrapped around it, this must be the means by which she was breathing, an external oxygen supply that was keeping her alive. And if that were the case, she could guess that someone was responsible for hooking her up to it and making sure that it kept on working – so she was being held in this manner by someone that had at least some interest in keeping her both closely confined and alive, at least for the time being.
Almost as soon as the thought of someone beyond the limits of her prison being to blame for her abduction and restraint had lodged itself in her mind, Rae felt a strange new sensation in the same part of her belly where there had previously only been the threat of panic. But this was quite different, in that it was a tingling feeling that spread outwards without the hope of her being able to prevent it as she had the urge to panic, so swift and subtle was the effect that it began to have upon the whole of her trapped person.
Before now, Rae had focussed only on how trapped and restrained she found herself to be, how much it prevented her from moving and making sense of her surroundings. But now she was slowly becoming aware of the way in which she was at the same time also exposed and completely helpless. There was indeed something solid and real beyond her prison, as she could feel a flat surface beneath her back. And if she were not able to struggle free from her bondage, then she would also be at the mercy of anyone that just happened to come along and find her.
The new sensation was making every part of her tingle by now, and she was aware of her own self enough to be able to know just what this sensation could be attributed to. When Rae had not been sure of the circumstances behind her confinement, there only been room for fear of the unknown. But now that she was becoming ever surer of the fact that there was an outside agency involved in her capture, other somewhat more complex emotions were beginning to gain sway over her mind and body.
As she slipped and slithered inside of her prison, Rae imagined the sight of her form as it was clung to by the stretchy material that surrounded her. If the person responsible for putting her inside of this thing was there and watching, then there was nothing that could possibly remain hidden from their eyes. Every curve, dip and feature of her naked self was there to be seen, traced and even touched, should the urge take them, and there was not a single thing that she could do to stop them from taking full advantage.
Rae’s instincts were to struggle and fight, but even as she prepared herself to do so, she could feel a change coming about in the nature of the way she was being restrained. Where before there had been a small range of movement available to her, something was happening inside of her prison that was fast making even that impossible. Rae felt the stuff that was holding her begin to press more closely against her body, clinging to every fold and curve more with each second that passed. Before she was even able to make herself believe it was happening, the process had gone so far that she was completely unable to move.
It was only then that Rae sensed the approach of what seemed to be footsteps, walking slowly across the floor towards where she lay helpless and exposed. Her normally sensitive ear-fins were almost completely smothered inside the bounds of her prison, but still she could feel the sharp impact of what could only be heels of an extreme height coming ever closer. Perhaps it was a crazy assumption on her part, but all the same, she was almost convinced that what she was sensing must be her captor, finally making their presence known to their prisoner.
Now, if ever, Rae knew that this was the time to be still. If the eyes of the person who had trapped her were fixed upon their prize, what could possibly result from them seeing her quail in their presence? Would they be amused by the fact that she was terrified by her confinement? Or perhaps they might interpret her fear as impertinence in their presence, and seek to punish her further still?
But all of these thoughts did no good.
In fact, they had the opposite effect.
The more that Rae thought of how she was being watched as she shuddered with fear, the more she felt compelled to continue.
When the footsteps came to a halt, Rae held her breath.
The last footfall she had been able to sense placed the unknown presence a mere few inches from the tips of the fins at the very end of her tail. The silence that had before simply been another aspect of her isolation from the rest of the world now took on a distinctly sinister character, providing a place for her unseen watcher to hide until the very moment that they chose to strike.
And when they finally did, Rae felt pain spread swiftly upwards from the end of her body.
Something was pressing down on the tip of her left fin with enough weight to hurt, but yet not enough to cause any kind of permanent damage. Rae could only assume that this was one of the same heels that she had heard approaching moments before, and that they were now to be employed as a means of torture, rather than support.
As soon as the pressure on her fin lifted, Rae wished that she could twist her tail in an effort to escape further abuse of the same kind. But her relief was short-lived, as a second later, the heel returned and gave her more of the same treatment, grinding itself down onto her helpless fin and making her shudder in pain. From there it became a cruel game of bluff, made all the more impossible on account of the fact that, while her tormentor could see every inch of the mermaid, the same was not true in reverse.
The footsteps resumed suddenly, and Rae became aware of the fact that the owner of the vicious heels was now walking in a slow circle around her, showing no signs of committing to another attack any time soon. Rae soon realised that this was just another form of the same torture as before, the person outside of her prison likely getting as much of a kick out of watching her in distress as they had from treading on her exposed fins. Rae could not keep from feeling excited by the thought of her captor lashing out at her once again, and before too long she was shivering from anticipation.
But then there was a strange feeling as the tube that had been inserted into her mouth began to supply her with steadily less air, and Rae could feel her oxygen being slowly choked off. She fought in vain to suck more air from the tube, heedless in her panic of just how much of her remaining oxygen she was using up in the struggle. By now she was almost thrashing around on her back, like a fish plucked from the water and cast down upon the dry ground.
Lost in the throes of what she honestly thought were her last moments before being suffocated, Rae could not hope to hear the distinctive sound of something coming to life close at hand, something that buzzed like a swarm of angry, electrical bees. So it was that she felt, rather than heard the device when it was placed firmly and with no care for her comfort against the already aroused lips of her most intimate parts. The shock was such that Rae arched her back, unknowingly pressing herself yet closer to the vibrating device and with even more force.
Rae now found her sensitive folds relentlessly pounded by something without subtlety or an ounce of mercy. She made a croaking sound, as thanks to her being so starved of breath, that was all she could do. But her own body betrayed these efforts, bucking and flinching as though none of these movements were conscious, merely something akin to a knee being struck and the leg kicking in mechanical response.
Rae was so wholly consumed by the sensations overwhelming her senses that she did not even notice the fact that he desperate, croaking gasps had eased back into less desperate gasps and moans as the air supply was allowed to resume to the tube in her mouth. Instead she threw herself this way and that as she was mercilessly pounded, hoping for the release of the massive tumult that she could already feel building inside of her body. When it came, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it would be all-consuming, a large portion of her conscious mind even hoped that it would be enough to render her unconscious once more.
When the unseen tormentor straddled Rae’s tail and lowered themselves atop her, the first that she knew of it was the throbbing device being pressed harder still against her groin, it only occurred to her later that this position must also have meant that her tormentor was receiving almost the same treatment from it. But in the here and now, all she felt was legs on either side of her tail and the weight of another person pressing down on her as their hands pushed at her chest.
Rae felt strong, dextrous hands take a firm hold of her heavy breasts, squeezing and moulding them through the stuff of her prison, and doing do without a single thought for how it felt to the person they were attached to. Her already painfully stiff nipples were the next to be caressed and pinched, again and again as she writhed and bucked beneath the weight of her tormentor, and she swore that she was on the brink of blacking out on more than one occasion.
It was only now that the full weight of her situation began to dawn upon Rae, and she understood that there was no consideration for her own pain and emotional suffering not because of the out and out cruelty of her captor, but rather because she had failed to understand her role before now. Much like the device that her tormentor was using to stimulate her, Rae now understood that she merited no such considerations because she was merely a toy, a plaything that was to be used for the sake of gratification and nothing more.
She burned with the realisation, finally knowing how low she had been brought in that moment and the exact way in which she had been transformed into a sexual toy. She had no control and no right of objection, and she would be used only so long as she served as a conduit for the pleasure and gratification of another. As the surge of her inevitable orgasm spread through Rae’s over-taxed body, she felt utterly filthy and degraded, like something that had been used up and then simply tossed aside, perhaps to be used in a short while or else never to garner the interest of her tormentor again.
In the silence that followed, it took her some time to come to her senses for the second time, realising that the end of her being used had not brought about the end of her captivity. And in that empty, black space that was now her entire world of thought and sensation, she wondered if this was now to be her lot in life. Would she become a simple creature that was driven only by the urge to give pleasure in the hope of some eventual reward, or lose her mind and degenerate into a mindless thing of pure sensation and devoid of reason?
In the aftermath of her orgasm, Rae was only vaguely aware of the fact that the weight of her tormentor rising from atop her and the sensation of the cruel heels they wore moving away from where she lay. But almost as soon as she took another breath, she snapped back into a state of groggy awareness, as the supply of oxygen seemed to suddenly cut out halfway through the act of drawing breath. She gulped and choked, thinking for a moment that she was once again being threatened with suffocation, but then she discovered that there was still a flow of air through the tube in her mouth. But as soon as she drew another breath, it cut off once more, forcing Rae’s breathing to become that much more controlled and short in order to cope.
So even now, when she had been used and discarded like as though soiled, Rae understood that she was not to be allowed to rest or cease to play the part of a toy. She would spend her time alone wrestling with the restrictions and discomforts that her tormentor saw fit to inflict upon her in their absence. Perhaps it was simply a matter of casual cruelty, a habit that they had developed when dealing with their human playthings. Or maybe the idea was that her torture whilst alone and in the darkness would be such that the inevitable return of her tormentor would seem like a reprieve from the suffering, a thing that she would come to welcome?
Alone with the darkness of her mind, Rae quailed at the thought of what the future might hold.

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It was hard to tell where sleep had ended and waking had begun, not least because of the fact that all Rae’s dreams had brought her were endless voids of darkness in which there was nothing to awaken the senses, and upon becoming awake, there was likewise nothing to inform her that a change of any kind had actually taken place. All that she knew was the fact that both her mind and body were sluggish, their responses slow and coming as if weighted down by some unknown influence that came from outside of herself.
At first there was only confusion, as she tried to gather her thoughts into some kind of cohesive sense of awareness, searching for a memory or recollection that would be enough to account for the helpless state in which she now found herself. But nothing came to mind, and Rae began to feel a sense of foreboding begin to take form in the pit of her belly and start to rise ever higher as she realised that, while she was aware of just who and what she was, there was nothing save for an empty void in her memory as to where she had fallen asleep and might now have found herself.
Fighting off the urge to panic within, Rae could not help struggling bodily, as though restraining herself in one sense required complete freedom in another, and so she reached out with her arms, hands grasping at the same time as her head twisted and her tail flapped below. Her senses were useless to her, as there was only darkness and utter silence to be seen and heard, an impression that was made all the more intense thanks to the way in which her efforts to move resulted only in puzzlement and frustration.
Try as she might to swim or else crawl, Rae could only manage to wriggle and writhe without her efforts resulting in movement of any useful kind. It was certainly not a matter of her body being paralysed or restrained in any manner that prevented her from moving, rather that she seemed to be confined to a frustratingly small space in which she could only flounder helplessly. Something pressed down on her that was soft enough to yield when she pushed against it, and yet strong enough to defeat any attempt to tear at it or stretch it until it gave way.
Making one last effort to summon all of her strength, Rae thrust out her arms and tail, arching her back at the same time. She pushed with every muscle and fibre of her body, trying as best she could to stretch the unknown prison which held her to the ultimate limit in the hope of finding that it would break. But even with the force of her limbs doing so, she could soon sense that whatever was holding her was way beyond the limits of her strength to defeat, and she allowed herself to collapse into a slithering heap, feeling the sensation of it shrinking back down to its former dimensions and pressing upon her once more.
By now the sense of panic was becoming so strong that Rae was forced to put an end to her exploration of her circumstances and instead concentrate on trying to regulate her breathing, which was coming in ragged gasps. If she did not take action soon, then there was the distinct danger of her beginning to hyperventilate, an additional problem that would not help circumstances in the least. And so she forced herself to ignore everything save for the rhythm of her breathing, slowing it a little at a time so that she soon felt the benefits begin to spread outwards, helping to calm the rest of her being in turn.
In this hard won moment of clarity and calm, a thought struck Rae like a jolt.
If she was able to breathe and there was the very real danger of suffocation, then she must be awake and dealing with something that existed in the waking, material world. This small revelation was still a huge boost to Rae’s spirits, telling her that she was dealing with something physical, and not at the mercy of forces that she could neither name nor hope to comprehend. A moment later, she thought of the implications of there even being a supply of air for her to breathe, realising that there must be something beyond the small, confined space in which she was trapped, as where else could the air be coming from?
Rae probed the inside of her mouth with her tongue, quickly discovering that there was something very solid and unfamiliar lodged in there. Although she could not remove the object or part her lips which were wrapped around it, this must be the means by which she was breathing, an external oxygen supply that was keeping her alive. And if that were the case, she could guess that someone was responsible for hooking her up to it and making sure that it kept on working – so she was being held in this manner by someone that had at least some interest in keeping her both closely confined and alive, at least for the time being.
Almost as soon as the thought of someone beyond the limits of her prison being to blame for her abduction and restraint had lodged itself in her mind, Rae felt a strange new sensation in the same part of her belly where there had previously only been the threat of panic. But this was quite different, in that it was a tingling feeling that spread outwards without the hope of her being able to prevent it as she had the urge to panic, so swift and subtle was the effect that it began to have upon the whole of her trapped person.
Before now, Rae had focussed only on how trapped and restrained she found herself to be, how much it prevented her from moving and making sense of her surroundings. But now she was slowly becoming aware of the way in which she was at the same time also exposed and completely helpless. There was indeed something solid and real beyond her prison, as she could feel a flat surface beneath her back. And if she were not able to struggle free from her bondage, then she would also be at the mercy of anyone that just happened to come along and find her.
The new sensation was making every part of her tingle by now, and she was aware of her own self enough to be able to know just what this sensation could be attributed to. When Rae had not been sure of the circumstances behind her confinement, there only been room for fear of the unknown. But now that she was becoming ever surer of the fact that there was an outside agency involved in her capture, other somewhat more complex emotions were beginning to gain sway over her mind and body.
As she slipped and slithered inside of her prison, Rae imagined the sight of her form as it was clung to by the stretchy material that surrounded her. If the person responsible for putting her inside of this thing was there and watching, then there was nothing that could possibly remain hidden from their eyes. Every curve, dip and feature of her naked self was there to be seen, traced and even touched, should the urge take them, and there was not a single thing that she could do to stop them from taking full advantage.
Rae’s instincts were to struggle and fight, but even as she prepared herself to do so, she could feel a change coming about in the nature of the way she was being restrained. Where before there had been a small range of movement available to her, something was happening inside of her prison that was fast making even that impossible. Rae felt the stuff that was holding her begin to press more closely against her body, clinging to every fold and curve more with each second that passed. Before she was even able to make herself believe it was happening, the process had gone so far that she was completely unable to move.
It was only then that Rae sensed the approach of what seemed to be footsteps, walking slowly across the floor towards where she lay helpless and exposed. Her normally sensitive ear-fins were almost completely smothered inside the bounds of her prison, but still she could feel the sharp impact of what could only be heels of an extreme height coming ever closer. Perhaps it was a crazy assumption on her part, but all the same, she was almost convinced that what she was sensing must be her captor, finally making their presence known to their prisoner.
Now, if ever, Rae knew that this was the time to be still. If the eyes of the person who had trapped her were fixed upon their prize, what could possibly result from them seeing her quail in their presence? Would they be amused by the fact that she was terrified by her confinement? Or perhaps they might interpret her fear as impertinence in their presence, and seek to punish her further still?
But all of these thoughts did no good.
In fact, they had the opposite effect.
The more that Rae thought of how she was being watched as she shuddered with fear, the more she felt compelled to continue.
When the footsteps came to a halt, Rae held her breath.
The last footfall she had been able to sense placed the unknown presence a mere few inches from the tips of the fins at the very end of her tail. The silence that had before simply been another aspect of her isolation from the rest of the world now took on a distinctly sinister character, providing a place for her unseen watcher to hide until the very moment that they chose to strike.
And when they finally did, Rae felt pain spread swiftly upwards from the end of her body.
Something was pressing down on the tip of her left fin with enough weight to hurt, but yet not enough to cause any kind of permanent damage. Rae could only assume that this was one of the same heels that she had heard approaching moments before, and that they were now to be employed as a means of torture, rather than support.
As soon as the pressure on her fin lifted, Rae wished that she could twist her tail in an effort to escape further abuse of the same kind. But her relief was short-lived, as a second later, the heel returned and gave her more of the same treatment, grinding itself down onto her helpless fin and making her shudder in pain. From there it became a cruel game of bluff, made all the more impossible on account of the fact that, while her tormentor could see every inch of the mermaid, the same was not true in reverse.
The footsteps resumed suddenly, and Rae became aware of the fact that the owner of the vicious heels was now walking in a slow circle around her, showing no signs of committing to another attack any time soon. Rae soon realised that this was just another form of the same torture as before, the person outside of her prison likely getting as much of a kick out of watching her in distress as they had from treading on her exposed fins. Rae could not keep from feeling excited by the thought of her captor lashing out at her once again, and before too long she was shivering from anticipation.
But then there was a strange feeling as the tube that had been inserted into her mouth began to supply her with steadily less air, and Rae could feel her oxygen being slowly choked off. She fought in vain to suck more air from the tube, heedless in her panic of just how much of her remaining oxygen she was using up in the struggle. By now she was almost thrashing around on her back, like a fish plucked from the water and cast down upon the dry ground.
Lost in the throes of what she honestly thought were her last moments before being suffocated, Rae could not hope to hear the distinctive sound of something coming to life close at hand, something that buzzed like a swarm of angry, electrical bees. So it was that she felt, rather than heard the device when it was placed firmly and with no care for her comfort against the already aroused lips of her most intimate parts. The shock was such that Rae arched her back, unknowingly pressing herself yet closer to the vibrating device and with even more force.
Rae now found her sensitive folds relentlessly pounded by something without subtlety or an ounce of mercy. She made a croaking sound, as thanks to her being so starved of breath, that was all she could do. But her own body betrayed these efforts, bucking and flinching as though none of these movements were conscious, merely something akin to a knee being struck and the leg kicking in mechanical response.
Rae was so wholly consumed by the sensations overwhelming her senses that she did not even notice the fact that he desperate, croaking gasps had eased back into less desperate gasps and moans as the air supply was allowed to resume to the tube in her mouth. Instead she threw herself this way and that as she was mercilessly pounded, hoping for the release of the massive tumult that she could already feel building inside of her body. When it came, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it would be all-consuming, a large portion of her conscious mind even hoped that it would be enough to render her unconscious once more.
When the unseen tormentor straddled Rae’s tail and lowered themselves atop her, the first that she knew of it was the throbbing device being pressed harder still against her groin, it only occurred to her later that this position must also have meant that her tormentor was receiving almost the same treatment from it. But in the here and now, all she felt was legs on either side of her tail and the weight of another person pressing down on her as their hands pushed at her chest.
Rae felt strong, dextrous hands take a firm hold of her heavy breasts, squeezing and moulding them through the stuff of her prison, and doing do without a single thought for how it felt to the person they were attached to. Her already painfully stiff nipples were the next to be caressed and pinched, again and again as she writhed and bucked beneath the weight of her tormentor, and she swore that she was on the brink of blacking out on more than one occasion.
It was only now that the full weight of her situation began to dawn upon Rae, and she understood that there was no consideration for her own pain and emotional suffering not because of the out and out cruelty of her captor, but rather because she had failed to understand her role before now. Much like the device that her tormentor was using to stimulate her, Rae now understood that she merited no such considerations because she was merely a toy, a plaything that was to be used for the sake of gratification and nothing more.
She burned with the realisation, finally knowing how low she had been brought in that moment and the exact way in which she had been transformed into a sexual toy. She had no control and no right of objection, and she would be used only so long as she served as a conduit for the pleasure and gratification of another. As the surge of her inevitable orgasm spread through Rae’s over-taxed body, she felt utterly filthy and degraded, like something that had been used up and then simply tossed aside, perhaps to be used in a short while or else never to garner the interest of her tormentor again.
In the silence that followed, it took her some time to come to her senses for the second time, realising that the end of her being used had not brought about the end of her captivity. And in that empty, black space that was now her entire world of thought and sensation, she wondered if this was now to be her lot in life. Would she become a simple creature that was driven only by the urge to give pleasure in the hope of some eventual reward, or lose her mind and degenerate into a mindless thing of pure sensation and devoid of reason?
In the aftermath of her orgasm, Rae was only vaguely aware of the fact that the weight of her tormentor rising from atop her and the sensation of the cruel heels they wore moving away from where she lay. But almost as soon as she took another breath, she snapped back into a state of groggy awareness, as the supply of oxygen seemed to suddenly cut out halfway through the act of drawing breath. She gulped and choked, thinking for a moment that she was once again being threatened with suffocation, but then she discovered that there was still a flow of air through the tube in her mouth. But as soon as she drew another breath, it cut off once more, forcing Rae’s breathing to become that much more controlled and short in order to cope.
So even now, when she had been used and discarded like as though soiled, Rae understood that she was not to be allowed to rest or cease to play the part of a toy. She would spend her time alone wrestling with the restrictions and discomforts that her tormentor saw fit to inflict upon her in their absence. Perhaps it was simply a matter of casual cruelty, a habit that they had developed when dealing with their human playthings. Or maybe the idea was that her torture whilst alone and in the darkness would be such that the inevitable return of her tormentor would seem like a reprieve from the suffering, a thing that she would come to welcome?
Alone with the darkness of her mind, Rae quailed at the thought of what the future might hold.