Warning: This story features bondage and non-consensual sexual content.
Synopsis: A streamer is forced into an ASMR stream with encouragement from an interactive device.
This is a continuation of the story from Subathon (1 of 3) - Escape Challenge and Subathon (2 of 3) - Hot Tub
“Open up.”
“No! You promised I wouldn’t be gagged with my underwear again Jenny. I don’t care how mad you are, you promised!”
In her hand Jenny held two pieces of bright fabric, one purple and one green. The bikini bottoms we had been wearing throughout the hot-tub segment. She held them right beside my mouth while her other hand gripped my forehead.
“Yes I did. But these technically aren’t yours are they? They’re both mine.”
“What? That’s not fair. You can’t do-MMGPHH!!! NNHH!”
She rapidly shoved the bundle into my mouth and poked them deep inside. They were both soaking wet, and not just from pool water.
“Nnghh!! Mmph!!!”
I tried spitting the bottoms out as fast as I could, desperate to avoid suffering yet another stretch of sucking on worn clothing. I was thwarted by a large rubber ball pushing its way in after them. Jenny tugged hard on its straps, then shoved in on the half-inserted ball as I resisted its entry. With some effort it popped in neatly behind my teeth, holding my lips open and cramming in the bikini bottoms.
“MMmhmhphh!!”
The cherry-red ballgag was the final addition in the setup for my third penalty. It joined several other viewer-mailed gifts that Jenny found in a thorough search of the remaining packages.
My arms were fastened tightly to the gamer chair’s armrests, each encased in many layers of bondage tape. Jenny used a full roll on each arm, winding around and around from my elbow to my wrist. I couldn't budge them at all. My hands were free at the end to flail about, but that’s all they could do.
My bare legs were raised, with my feet propped up on the wide desk. Taut ropes connected my ankles to the desk’s back legs at the far corners, keeping my legs splayed and extended diagonally.
Ropes crossed my torso at several points, securing my back to the chair, and ensnaring my breasts in a tight rope harness. Jenny’s hidden talent with ropes had been a great source of distress for me today.
With the bondage tape all used up, Jenny scrounged whatever other tape she could find in the apartment and used every inch of it to lock down the chair’s movement. The bottom of the armrests, the main shaft below the seat, and the legs of the base were all entangled in a web of silver duct tape connecting them to the desk’s legs, ensuring the chair couldn’t swivel or roll away or fall. I was soundly stuck in my legs-up sitting position facing the monitor and camera.
The purple bikini I wore had been forcefully replaced by lacy lingerie coloured pink and black, transparent in parts, liberally decorated with floral patterns and bows. It was yet another unasked-for gift from a viewer. One who misjudged my measurements, since it was irritatingly at least two sizes below a proper fit. Of course they would send underwear that's too small for me but a ballgag that’s too big.
The strapless bra strained to contain breasts much bigger than it was designed for, in immediate danger of falling off. I made a particular fuss about this, since aside from my significant fear of being shamefully exposed, nudity would violate the streaming terms and conditions. Jenny’s brilliant fix for this was yet another gift: a pair of nipple clamps. She snapped them onto my nipples through the fabric, holding the bra in place. My very vocal opposition to this solution was shortly followed by bikini bottoms entering my mouth.
The addition that upset me the most however was lower down. Between my spread legs, the tight panties protruded in the shape of two cylinders. I squirmed with discomfort from the size of the two intruders stuffed far up inside me.
Jenny herself had changed back into her casual T-shirt and shorts. She gave everything a final look over, double-checking that nothing was loose or in reach. She stepped towards the webcam, already repositioned back to its usual spot above my monitor.
“Jhmmhh.... phmhhhh....”
ExcelBedsheet: seriously they were both so into it
ChurchPewPew: Can’t believe i missed so much. I hope this last part is something cool too
peepholepleaseher: they’re baaaaack [ninaWaveHi]
Northpoledance: Nina’s alive! Praise merciful Jenny
code_to_joy: what the hell is all that
HoeMoanersAssociation: Yaaay she used my gift. The claaaamps
Crashie: Nina blink 50 times if you want us to call for help. Blink any other amount if you love this and we should just keep watching.
SuperMario69: that is an awfully big gag
InTheHallOfTheMountainGoat: @SuperMario69 It needs to be [ninaLol]
Despite the longer wait for our return, the viewer count hadn’t diminished. In fact it had reached quintuple figures.
“Thank you everyone for your patience. It’ll be well worth the wait, trust me. Nina’s third and final forfeit for you all will be an ASMR stream. Of sorts.”
The microphone was taped to the side of the chair near my head. Just far away enough that in my heavily restrained state I couldn’t headbutt it away.
“So the problem that we’re all very familiar with, is that this slut has a big mouth. So how could I be sure she’d wouldn't just start yelling and ruin the ASMR? A simple solution. Stuff a big gag in it.”
She poked the ball in my mouth. “Nngh!”
“And then the next question I had to ask, how do we make sure she doesn’t just sit there silently in a huff? Well that’s where you all come in.”
She leaned down and ran a finger over the two mounds straining against the front of my panties. I felt the objects moved inside me as she prodded them.
“This was probably my favourite viewer gift, other than Big Daddy’s one of course. It’s a pair of VondTec insertable vibrators, the deluxe edition with ultra long-lasting battery and Wi-Fi capability. Which is really exciting becaaaause... Mod can you please share that link now?”
[Mod] Attack_on_Titanic: Vibrator page live here: vondremote.com/user/147469
[Message pinned by moderator]
“Thanks mod! So chat, if you follow that link and sign-up you should see two connected devices. Specifically Nina’s two new best friends here. Clicking into either will show its current queue and a donation button.”
The webpage had two sections with bold headers ‘Vibrator 1' and ‘Vibrator 2’. Each had a 'Time remaining’ timer currently reading 10:00. The number wasn’t moving yet, but there was a big ominous [Start] button beside each.
“Here’s how it works. Your donations trigger Nina’s toys to vibrate, the intensity ranging from level 1 up to 10. It costs one dollar for 1 level for 5 seconds, and for higher amounts you can choose if you want longer time or greater intensity. So let's say you donate 10 dollars. You could either select level 1 for 50 seconds, or level 10 for 5 seconds. Or something in-between, like level 2 for 25 seconds or whatever. Make sense?”
Apoca_lips: Oh that’s evil
Rosebuddy: I have one of these vibrators. They’re no joke
drinKingKong: screw it I’m splashing out on this
PokeTheSpire: Ladies and gents we have a moral choice to make here. That choice? Vibe 1 or Vibe 2 of course.
[Mod] the_last_hairbender: Is there a moderator discount? [ninaLol]
Cons_piracy: And they say money can’t buy happiness
“I’ll be starting her off with a steady 10 minutes of level 2 as a warm-up. I tested out level 10 before we started and it is intense. They can get crazy strong. No I didn’t test it inside me you pervs! That’s for Nina to find out~. So you make sure to keep her stimulated, as she soothes us all with what I’m sure will be nothing but calm relaxing sounds. Right Nina?”
“Mmmph!!”
‘User donated’ messages already started popping up, even before Jenny finished explaining. A few at first, quickly escalating into an avalanche, at least one new donation per second.
“Woah that’s a lot of donations already! Slow down guys, pace yourselves. You still haven’t heard the last rule. Which is this: How long this all lasts is entirely up to you. Nina’s forfeit only ends when both queues are empty and both vibes have fully stopped. When that happens the stream is over and she’ll go free.”
SpittingVenmo: brb getting my wallet
calcYouLater: Chat stop adding level 10s! We gotta stretch this thing out
downLowDed: screw that I wanna see her squirm
Shortstackoverflow: Can she even make sounds through that big ball thing?
Antichrist_superstar: I’ll gift a year’s subscriptions to whoever makes Nina cum first.
Nuthin_beats_rock: So far it’s actually a good mix of short high-levels and long low-levels.
Jenny watched the increasing queue length and bustling chat log with manic delight. She grabbed the mouse and with two quick clicks, hit both [Start] buttons.
vvvvvvv!
vvvvvvv!
The two plugs kicked into life. They were mercifully tolerable at the moment, a level that would only be a light massage if held against my skin. They certainly weren’t something I could simply ignore either though. It brought back a hint of that gnawing desire I had when denied an orgasm earlier.
Jenny minimised the VondTec site’s window, hiding the growing queue from my sight.
“Can’t have you seeing exactly what’s coming and when, can we? That’d ruin all the suspense. So chat no spoilers!”
She pushed back the mouse and keyboard, far from my hands. Not that I could have reached them in their usual position anyway. While the tape wasn't as pinchingly tight as the ropes during the escape challenge (an ordeal which seemed so very long ago now), it was unyielding.
As the chat enjoyed and discussed their plans and expectations, Jenny surreptitiously switched the microphone off.
“That VondTec account is linked to my bank account by the way, not yours. These donations will fund a new phone to replace the one you broke. The rest will be a bonus for all the stress I endured.”
“MMPH!?!”
Stress? Stress??! She really had the gall to claim she was the one with stress. When I was the one bound and gagged, the one who'd be suffering to earn that money. That ‘bonus’ could end up astronomically high, and I wasn’t going to see a cent of it. It would all go into her pocket.
“Jhhmmhh ghh mmm hhh yhh bmmhh!!”
Jenny watched me with amusement as I spluttered in rage at her, my words and ferocity both diminished by the gag.
“Hmm I could almost understand some of that. I think that gag needs to be tightened a little more. Maybe that’ll put a stop to your silly little outbursts.”
“Whhh? Nhh Jhhmhhh... mhh shhmhh...”
My anger instantly evaporated into fear. I prayed that was just an empty threat. Jenny reached behind my head. It was not.
“Nnnnnhhhghh!!”
She opened and rebuckled the gag’s strap, pulling it another notch tighter. The ball nestled deeper into my mouth. Now I couldn’t push it forward at all. Jenny smiled at me sweetly, turning back towards the chat log.
“I do wonder how your own viewers will treat you. Have a little fun then be merciful and let you go quickly? Somehow I doubt it. I have a feeling there’s a lot of pent-up lust about to be unleashed on your deserving ass. I think you’re about to learn what happens when you flirt and you tease and you get people’s hopes up, but in the end it’s all for nothing! In the end it’s only rejection and a broken heart!!!”
Jenny’s rising voice cracked at the end. Her jaw was clenched and she was gripping the chair’s headrest tightly, her knuckles white. She realised it and relaxed, letting out a breath.
“Anyway, I’m going to take a break. I’ll be back to untie you whenever the timer runs out. Until then have fun with your viewers Nina. I’m actually really glad you called me in here to help you today. It’s been enlightening for both of us.”
She held my head and planted a kiss on my cheek just above the ballgag strap. As she pulled away she let her hand drift across my chest. A light squeeze of my boob, a flick of the nipple clamp, a stroke of my cheek and the gag. She switched the mic back on, and left my view.
“Jmmhm? JHHMHH!!! Mnnthh mhhh!!! JHHMMHHH!!!!”
The room’s main light was dimmed to a half-brightness mood lighting, leaving me in a sort of spotlight from the key light and computer screen. The bedroom door clicked closed behind me.
I was alone. It was unsettling. I realised that Jenny’s presence, despite her being the executor of all my torment, had been an odd comfort. And perhaps more importantly, it offered hope that she might eventually have a change of heart and release me.
Except I still wasn’t really alone. I had an enormous crowd of people watching. Unseen faces somewhere out there in the world, staring at their screens. Staring at me in delicate lingerie tied to a chair, trying and failing to push out a huge gag.
Their queued vibrator instructions felt like a surge of water against a dam, waiting to burst free. Every second passing was another crack in the concrete. With me at the base staring up in terror, waiting for a flood to engulf me, with no clue when it would happen. The anticipation was palpable in the chat as well, until one post caused a brief distraction...
HubbaHubbaTelescope: Sooo I took a screenshot and did some simple clipping and ended up making this: imagehost.com/23dJe8. Any chance of it being added to the channel? [PrayingHands]
JekyllAndHydeAndSeek: Omg yes that is perfect!
incenselessness: @Moderators please please please?
[Moderator has added a new channel emote: ninaGagged]
Antifessional: Woooooo thank you!
edible_complex: ninaGagged
[Mod] UpAndAtom: [ninaGagged]
SporkahWhale: [ninaGagged] [ninaGagged] [ninaGagged]
Amazing_chest_ahead: [ninaGagged] [ninaGagged] [ninaGagged]
LazierBeam: [ninaGagged]
rap_it_up: Best emote [ninaGagged]
angerfish: [ninaGagged] [ninaGagged] [ninaGagged] [ninaGagged]
The chat log was soon filled from the top to bottom with nothing but the new image: a tiny cutout of my head, my mouth prominently filled with the large red ballgag, looking towards the camera in anguish. Even given the small image size, the blonde hair and ponytail ensured I was easily recognisable as the subject.
I’d never seen the chat leap upon a new emote with such enthusiasm. At this rate it would quickly become my channel's most used one, no doubt getting posted everywhere including on other channels across the site.
This fresh humiliation and the mounting tension of the incoming vibe requests became too much.
“Hnnnghh.... mmmghhhhh!!!”
I pulled my arms backwards but they still couldn’t move. Even if I somehow overcame the grip and friction of the multi-layered tape wrappings to slip my arms through, my elbows would bump against the back of the chair. I didn’t have room to manoeuvre an arm back and up, not without first unwrapping the tape. A hopeless task.
I rocked my upper body. Pulling forward and pushing back only tilted the chair with me. My back and the chair’s back moved as one. The ropes were just too tight. Maybe with time and effort I’d get lucky and some would come loose, but that ultimately wouldn’t help me very much.
That only left my legs. They were stretched so far and held so tautly that I couldn’t pull them in towards me at all. The chair was wedged right up against the desk, so I couldn’t stretch them much farther away either, only an inch or two.
VVVVVVVVVV!
“Mmghhk!!”
My thought process was decimated by a sudden sensation. Was the chair itself shaking? For a second I honestly wondered if Jenny had secretly replaced it with an identical-looking high-powered massage equivalent. Then reason prevailed and I realised it was all coming from the vibrators inside me.
Flight-mode activated and I struggled with desperation. All those testing tugs from the last few minutes - the arm pulls, the chest shake, the leg kicks - were performed simultaneously with much more force behind them. The results were every bit as ineffective. For all my panicked struggling, the vibrations were inescapable.
VVVV......
“Mhhhh....”
It died off as fast as it started, settling back down to a low level that felt like nothing in comparison. That burst must have been the dreaded level 10 intensity. That was probably only 5 seconds, but it sure felt longer. I glanced at the screen.
Email_intuition: why only 8 though?
supercalifragilelimpdick: Shhh no spoilers remember!
Quarterpoundher: To lower expectations. So Nina thinks she’s seen the worst of it. Until... wait for it...
Genitalien: ooh here it comes
What did they mean by 8? The vibrator had been running at level 10 not at leve-
VVVVVVVVVVVVVV!!
“Mh!!!!”
It hit me again. Even harder than last time. How could it possibly be even harder? I stretched and strained against the tape, sweating beading on my forehead. The buzzing reverberating through my crotch was unreal.
VV.......
“....hhh....hhh....”
My tensed muscles relaxed and I settled back into the seat, dripping with sweat.
Quarterpoundher: That’s why chat. Now she actually knows what a 10 actually is
MissSile: wow
Full_Monty_Python: Her expression when it went off was spectacular [ninaGagged]
LetUsDuoHer: she’s such an adorable plaything
Email_intuition: @Quarterpoundher I’m sorry for doubting you
ChaddingtonBear: I feel a little bad about all the 10s I’ve already requested now [ninaLol]
olfactory_settings: This is so gonna break her
TwoMoreRootBeers: Now this is what ASMR should be. Such lovely sounds.
My chest was thumping so hard. I felt a residual tingle, helped along by the low-level vibration. I’d been dreading the higher level but I hadn’t anticipated how deeply it would shake me, right to my core. I was quietly worried before. I was loudly worried now.
“Chhm! Phmmmm shmm thhm! Phhhmhhh!”
I begged my viewers for mercy. The tightened ballgag and wet bottoms clogging my mouth deadened almost all syllables and made intelligible speech impossible. I kept trying. I had no time for shame. I was pathetically mumbling directly at the camera with doe-eyes when the next level 10 interrupted.
VVVVVVVVVVV!!!
“Mggghhh...”
I tried to clench my legs together, not that I could, pulling hard on the ropes holding them. The vibrations were bringing that swell of pleasure back in a hurry. I wanted them to stop. Then soon enough, I didn't want them to stop. I wanted to be free but I wanted relief. I wanted the pleasure I was due. I was finally getting it. I gave in. I welcomed it.
VVV.........
No no no! Denied again. This wasn’t fair. None of this is fair.
The cruel timing was obviously by chance, but some irrational part of me doubted. It was like the universe itself switched the level back down to 1 at the exact worst time just to punish me.
“Hhhnnnh.... hhhhhh.....
polkadotcom: Long stretch of low levels for a while now. Poor thing. She really wanted it.
DreamboatWillie: [ninaGagged] needs to beg for it if she wants it
Elephantasy: look at that wet patch forming on her panties [ninaGiggle]
opOnionated: That’s our Subby Streamer [ninaGagged]
Deja_vuvuzela: Ok but for real her moans are seriously doing it for me
skeptickle: let’s really make her squeal
The chat’s company was no comfort. They teased me about what’s to come, about my true slutty self finally revealed, about their control over me. They remarked on my alluring body, the seductive lingerie, my big boobs and ass shaking whenever I struggled. They shared early sketches of planned artwork of my bondage dilemmas from throughout the day. They collaborated and strategised with their donations, timing the upcoming highs and lows to edge me while maximising the length of the forfeit. They pitched ideas about spreading the word online to pull in more viewers and donators.
There was nothing I could do about any of it. I was merely a passenger, the only one among thousands who couldn’t speak. Helplessly watching and wondering what would happen.
VVVVVVVVVVVVV!!!
“!!!”
Level 10. This time on both vibrators. It’s longer than 5 seconds this time. Much longer. My mind scrambles to static. Goosebumps break out all over. Straining against the tape. Hips won’t stop quivering. Warmth radiates through me. I remember Jenny’s touch.
VVVVVVVVVVVVV!!!
“MMMMHGHHHHHH~~~~~”
VVV.........
“hhhnhhh~~ mmmhhhh~~”
When the vibrators finally slowed I slumped back heavily into the chair. The gag may have muffled my earlier words, but it couldn’t obscure the meaning behind that moan. I was still stuck in place, breathily heavily through my nose, sitting in a small pool of my own making, but at least I finally got what I was due. For the first time in many hours, I felt satisfied.
zoombie: I won! I made Nina cum!
will_i_amnt: The anal vibing was mine though. Maybe she’s only into butt stuff
[Mod] Foolish_samurai_warrior: Joint credit!
MassageInABottle: double teamed her [ninaLol] [ninaGagged]
Teleporterhousesteak: She is so sexy making those noises. Can we make her do it again?
KaraokeDoaky: maybe if she's a good girl
Even the continued teasing of the chat couldn’t quell my relief. But there was something else that could. “Mmph!?”
I felt a release of pressure on my right breast, as a nipple clamp flicked through the air before my eyes. I tilted my head down and sure enough, there was only one clamp still attached, barely clinging on to my left breast.
I stayed deadly still. My chest rose and fell lightly with my breathing. Even that much felt dangerous, since the left clamp was only half-gripping on now. The viewer that sent it apparently skimped out on a cheap product. I actually wished against all odds that Jenny had attached much tighter clamps onto me.
The clamp seemed to be hanging on for now. Yet another thing I needed to worry about, but as long as I didn't move too much, it shouldn-
VVVVVVVVVV!!
"MMMPH!!”
I was not ready for that. I was never ready for it. My whole body shuddered. 5 seconds passed and it stopped, but the damage was done. I felt the twinge and knew it was inevitable.
fwip
The left clamp flew off. I held my breath, a statue, totally motionless. It didn’t matter. The bra was slipping down all on its own. There was nothing I could do to stop it.
Both of my breasts sprang free at the same time, naked and jiggling for the world to see.
“Hmmmhhhh!!!”
ChampagnedExpression: OMG YESSSSSS
calmwordpuzzle: ive been waiting for this moment ever since her top came down in the hogtie
ToShredsYouSay: @calmwordpuzzle Rookie. I’ve been waiting since stream 1
ctrlCcat: I wanna fondle and suck on those boobies so bad
life_on_marsupial: Are those big things real?
aces_are_wild: Look plenty real to me
King_NucLear: pinch me
DuolingoBanjos: No pinch them!
My hands flailed like crazy, my arms flexing as I tried to pull free as hard as I could. My head leaned down, my hips lifted up. All were vain attempts to somehow reach or shift my bra back up, none of it coming even remotely close. I had no way to cover myself back up. Even if I could, it was too late. I could never erase the topless image of me from the internet.
VVVVVVV!!......
“Hhhngghh!”
To seal the deal, the viewers were treated to my uncovered boobs shaking as I jerked from another unexpected dose of level 10. A string of drool dribbled down all over them. At this rate I’d be experiencing more 'satisfaction' soon.
“Hnngh... hhhmm...mm?”
[New private message]
A message appeared and automatically opened on my screen, with a large hard-to-miss warning symbol.
[This is an automated system message. Your channel has been flagged for inappropriate content. You are advised to cease live-streaming immediately until this can be reviewed by an administrator. Non-compliance and continuation of inappropriate content will result in a permanent account ban.]
“Mmmh? .... MMMHH!!”
This was bad. Really bad. No-one else could see the message. No-one could help. I couldn’t halt the live-broadcasting of my nudity and orgasms. This stream would continue, but it would be my last one. My hard-earned career was about to end right before my eyes, only a few months after I’d burned all other bridges to fully commit to it.
Just as I was about to spiral into despair, a sliver of hope appeared. In my orgasm-fuelled jostling, the keyboard and mouse had both shifted a little closer to me. I could save everything if I could reach and use either one. I leaned forward and stretched my toes towards them.
EasyBakeLovin: Why’s she moving closer like that?
UnlikeAVirgin: Don’t know and honestly don’t care [Eyes]
LowDingScreen: showing off the goods [ninaGagged]
undeadly: Don’t you just wish you could reach out and touch her
ShyGuyFieri: I knew she loved being seen like this
The keyboard was painfully close, only an inch beyond the farthest I could stretch. But unless I could close that short gap, it would be of no use. I kicked in frustration, my feet banging down on the desk’s wood. The keyboard bounced and shifted. That’s it! I kicked again and it moved again, but this time farther away.
This wasn’t ideal but I had no other course of action. I bashed my heeled against the desk's surface repeatedly, watching both the keyboard and mouse random-walk their way around the desk. Sometimes closer, sometimes farther.
The mouse settled into a trajectory off towards the side until... CLUNK! It clattered as it fell off the side of the desk. There went half my chances. I could not let the keyboard do the same.
vvvvvvvvvvv!
“Mgggh....”
Mid-level vibrations provided a constant distraction as I continued kicking and stretching. The keyboard shuffled very close, until finally my big toe could touch the corner. With slow careful movements I dragged it closer, beside my foot. This was going to be a decisive moment. It needed to cross the space between my stretched feet and the desk’s nearer edge. I readied myself and leaned back, hands open and waiting.
carpe_DM_me: D’aww she’s presenting!
Planck_width: Pointing her ass at us. Wants to be spanked I think
OliverTwistEnding: Someone mail an automatic spanking machine for next time [ninaLol]
seagullEyed: In the meantime let’s send her some good vibes
VVVVVVVVV!
“Nngh?!”
I kicked the top of the keyboard to knock it towards my hand. But right at that very moment, a level 7 jolted me. My hand grabbed out blindly. It grasped a hard material. I did it! I caught the keyboard!
ElementalAsylum: whats that thing?
VitaminAyyyy: Oh it's the keyboard
girlyToRise: Kinda impressive she got it while tied up like that honestly
Miniskirting_the_issue: Nina's trying to stop the stream! We can’t allow that. She hasn’t paid her full forfeit.
jazzhole: what are we supposed to do about it?
Windmillionaire: The anal vibe queue is empty right now. Hang on
I carefully tugged the keyboard across between my fingers, bringing the Alt and Tab buttons within reach. While it'd be more cumbersome than using the mouse, I could navigate between windows. First thing would be to stop the timers of those infernal vibrators. Then to the stream controls, and I finally could finish this nightmare.
VVVVVVVVVVVV!
“!!!”
The vibrator up my ass rocked like a maniac, max setting. I barely kept enough focus to grasp the keyboard before it could fall. I held onto it for dear life, chomping down hard on the ballgag. The anal vibration continued for a long time. I waited it out. Someone was really committed to this disruption.
VVVVVVV!
VVVVVVV!
“MMGH? Mmmh.... Mmmmphhhhh!!!~~~~” shhnk!
Vibrator 1 kicked in as well. I closed my eyes and shuddered as the two together pushed me into another orgasm. When they finally settled down, I was scared to move or open my eyes. But there it was, held between my fingers. I still had the keyboard. Sweet sweet victory.
With shaky hands and shaky breath, I carefully adjusted its position and pressed the keys. I looked at the screen, expecting the focused window to change. It didn't. I tapped the keys again. No response. I was confused. Pressing those keys should at least be bringing up-
Then I saw it. The keyboard’s cable ran back between my legs, past my feet, under the monitor, towards the back wall. But instead of disappearing down the far edge where it would plug into the PC tower below, the USB connector was sitting there on top of the desk. The keyboard was disconnected.
I recalled the odd shnk sound I’d heard in the midst of that last orgasm with horror. Now I understand what it was. In my convulsion, I'd accidentally pulled the cable out. The keyboard in my hand was now nothing but a useless hunk of plastic.
MatrixAreForKids: Is it not over? Nothing happened yet
socktopus: maybe she wants one more for the road [ninaGiggle]
[Mod] streetsahead: She’s gonna end it any second. Send everything now!!
Maxwellimum: He’s right. One last hurrah for [ninaGagged]
RocketLeagueOfLegends: i was saving up but it’s time
The chat was bustling with sudden activity, but I was too despondent to read it. They were probably revelling in their ultimate conquest of me. A second later I learned the truth.
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV!!!
“Mgh!!”
The second vibe jumped up to level 10. They were relentless. I gritted my teeth to ride it out. 10 seconds... 20 seconds... a minute? Why were they so determined all of a sudden? The rush was building again. I writhed against the chair wailing. How many more of these would I have to endure?
“MMMMMMPHHH~~~~”
I came hard, grunting into the gag and squirming against the ropes and the tape. My hands gripped the armrests tight. The vibration continued.
“MMMMPH!~~~~~~”
Euphoria washed over me in waves, both vibrators rattling inside me without end. I writhed and groaned through multiple back-to-back orgasms, quickly losing count. It carried on for several minutes of intense stimulation before finally stopping.
......................
“mmhhh.....hhh.....”
It was only after my breathing and heartrate eventually settled down that I noticed something was different. What was it? It was so much quieter than usual. The vibrators? They’d both stopped! At long last. I felt like crying from happiness.
Bumblebeelzebub: Noooooo it ran out [ninaCry]
ContractorBeam: Aww I was about to donate more. Left it too late
314159d_piper: well it was good while it lasted
Grandmistress: It’s been a pleasure folks. And not just for Subby.
HeavenHo: love you [ninaGagged]! [ninaLove]
flightofthedodos: At least we’ll get to say goodnight to Jenny
I uttered a deep muffled sigh of relief. I was finally going to be free. Maybe I could even avoid the worst of that warning’s penalties if I ended the stream immediately after being released. Where was Jenny though? I’d assumed the timers ending would alert her somehow.
Then I remembered. Her phone is dead.
Okay okay no need to panic. She could still be checking in on her laptop. That just meant it might take a little longer for her to notice. I held my breath and listened closely for any sound of Jenny-related movement anywhere in the apartment.
...... zzz.... zzzz.... zzzz....
Very faintly through the wall, in Jenny’s bedroom, I heard the unmistakable sound of snoring.
She’d fallen asleep.
“Jhmmh? JHMMH! JHHHHMMMMHHH!!!”
I yelled as loud as I could in a complete frenzy, shaking against the chair as roughly as I could. Jenny was a very deep sleeper. There wasn't a chance I’d be able to wake her from here. Even in the same room I might have trouble rousing her while this heavily gagged.
She was my only way out. I’d have to wait for her to wake on her own. That could be hours away, probably not until next morning.
AverageAnalogueCircus: Where’s Jenny?
indirector: dunno
LOWERCASE: Is Jenny not coming? Oh nooooo
AnySherryInAStorm: Uh oh that is some really bad news for [ninaGagged]
sargentleman: sounds like good news to me tbh
EngineEars: Hey so I know the forfeit is finished, but has anyone noticed that the donation buttons are still clickable?
jolly_cooperation: Really? So what happens if I...
VVVVVVVVV!
“Mmmghh??!!”
No... it can’t be. This isn’t right. This wasn’t the deal. I’m supposed to be done. I’m supposed to be free now. I don’t want to be stuck all night like this... Please...
OralSupport: well thats amazing
gitgudhub: LOL
Pirhannah: Guess the subathon is still far from over [ninaGiggle]
GiftWhoresInTheMouth: Yaaaay more ballgag ASMR!
BubbleButter: Fun fact: her channel is now appearing on the site’s front page
BigDaddySuperMan: How about a minute of level 10 as celebration?
cowgirl_bebop: [ninaGagged] [ninaGagged] [ninaGagged]
VVVVVVVVVVV!
“HHHMMMMPHH!!”