(I continue to be captivated by the art of @Loviante . This story includes a @L1ttleTina cameo that harkens back to The Fixtiutes of Loviantes but in its essence it’s more of an emotional ride than a plot driven narrative.

I hope you’ll enjoy it.

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“But I just came here for the job.”  Sarah sat cross legged in her smart, starched blouse and long pleated skirt, confused but unalarmed by the women’s undeniably alarming words.  “This is some sort of mistake.”

The woman the white dress didn’t blink. She held her confident smile.  Her nostrils flared just barely.  The two taller women behind Sarah making the room feel cramped also remained still but without the smile.

“Please.  What does that even mean?”  The woman inhaled deeply.  Sarah felt relief when her mouth parted open, preparing to speak.

But the woman never did speak. Her mouth remained frozen in time for a moment that lasted a week.  Then she closed her lips tightly and made a bored roll of her eyes.  Then she made a dismissive gesture with one hand and the two other women moved in on Sarah.

“Hey. You can’t.”  Sarah found herself as unconvincing as the two women who had already begun to stand her up. They used absolutely no an ounce more force than necessary.  “This can’t be happening.  This can’t be real.”   

There was a hypnotic influence all around Sarah.  Something about the woman’s expressions or the stript shed been reading from or the choreographed movements of the handlers or maybe it was just the attitudes of self-assurance maintained by all three. Sarah didn’t quite cooperate but she complied.

Her clothes were removed neatly from her body.  Sarah complied.

The women crowded in closer.  The walls seemed to close in. Sarah’s arms were pulled together behind her and cold circles of heavy metals squeezed into her toned skin.  Sarah did not even flutter her fingers.  She couldn’t believe the lies her senses were telling her and she couldn’t muster the rudeness to interrupt the performances taking place.

Sarah complied.

“I just came for the product testing job.” Sarah thought as she was led out if the office in front and down the corridor behind tu desk that she would have sworn hadn’t been there minutes ago.

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“How are they getting away with this?”

The powerful invisible influence remained in place and suppressed Sarah’s will and most of her thoughts.  Sarah wasn’t questioning the physics of the remarkable system of restraints secured to and secured-ING her nude body. Although it would have been completely natural if Sarah HAD asked that about the seemingly seamless and perfectly fitted and intricately locked inexplicably delicate yet unyielding metallic bands wrapping her arms and legs and chest and thighs in an artistic and highly arousing state of helplessness unlike anything Sarah could have dreamed of.

No. That would be the obvious “how”

Question.  Obviousness seemed to be overwhelmed or suppressed.  It was a RANDOM how question that flight its way up from the gray fog that dominated Sarah’s conscious thought.

“How can this be happening right here in this office building on Main Street next to the bank and St. Catherine’s Church?  How do none of the thousands of people walking back and forth and all around tbis perfectly ordinary structure have no idea about this vast room in the subasment,”

•Sarah” was led to position 23 which was between 22 and 24.  The blonde with her mouth wrapped around the gag secured to the testing bar at position 24 was shaking and trying to moan in protest.  The rigid metal bands kept her helpless.  But she was not still.  Her hips, especially, bucked from the machine whirling and bumming intensely between her legs.

Handlers began taking her down off the testing bar as Sarah was being strapped onto the gag in her position.  She heard words that meant nothing to her.

“Be careful.  She’s going to Loviante Manor.  Sjes the other light fixture.”   

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Sarah’s heart was with the future light fixture as they dragged it away.  It wasn’t resisting but nkt due to compliance.  Sarah’s grey and cloudy mind formed a ‘why’ question.

“Why doesn’t it just comply?”   

The question perplexed Sarah and created a sort of spark.

“Why is this happening?”

Sarah hands twisted.  They were stuck.  She was a prisoner.  She should be fighting this!”

“I have to..  I…. Ooooooo….”

The device between Sarah’s legs revved and activated.  The sensations were powerful, deep, invasive and insistent.  The moment they began Sarah’s body went rigid and she resisted with all of the strength contained in her anatomy but there was nowhere near enough strength.

She was in the system and had been for too long.  Her mouth was packed.  Her limbs were locked in place.  Her mind had been conditioned and nearly grinded down to the nub.

Sarah was now shut down.

Product testing was not her job.  It had become her life.