Octavia was screaming. She knew nopony could hope to hear her through the thick wad of rubber that filled her mouth but she couldn’t help it. She sunk her teeth viciously into its firm yet slightly giving surface, desperately trying to force out an intelligible string of words to express what the incessant buzzing of the toy Vinyl had left her with was doing to her.

Trapped in her rubber prison, she was helpless. For the first time in her life, Octavia understood what that meant. She could see nothing, she could say nothing, and she could hear nothing save her own struggles. Her world had narrowed to consist of the ticklish feeling of her fur rubbing against the suit as she squirmed, the taste and feeling of rubber in her mouth, and the unceasing stimulation of her nethers.

She had no way of knowing how long she had been here. It could have been minutes or hours for all she knew. It had started out as surprisingly enjoyable, the vibrator tending to her pent-up needs and releasing them in a gush of warm fluids and warm, fuzzy feelings. That had stopped long ago, though. Now her loins ached and spasmed, her heart beat frantically, and her breath labored in her chest. She had soon been reduced to begging for it to stop, then pleading, then screaming. None of it availed her anything, but she still tried.

Desperate, she rolled onto her side and pawed at the zipper between her legs with her rubber-clad hooves. Unfortunately, the limb was far to clumsy for the delicate instrument. Octavia moaned in frustration and dismay as she felt another orgasm build to a crescendo. It was slow and sluggish, as if it was disinclined to be roused from its slumber, but the toy lodged inside her insisted. It broke over her, despite her protests, and it managed to wring from her exhausted body another small amount of fluid to leak out of her loins and dribble down her leg.

She whimpered, feeling painfully alone inside her suit. The isolation was almost worse than the endless orgasms. Suddenly, however, a new series of noises reached her ears. The deprivation of her other senses had fine-tuned her hearing, and she swiveled her ears at the sound of the bedroom door opening and hoofsteps approaching her. “Vnnnl! Hmf thht nhh?” she called out as best she could.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just me. Keep your panties on, filly,” Vinyl’s brash voice answered her.

Octavia let out a relieved breath. She never thought she would be so glad to hear that voice. “Lmt mm gh! Hm ghn't thgm Hmt hnnmhrm!”

“Yeah, I’m not entirely sure what you just said,” Vinyl said. “I figured you were getting tired of that toy, though, so I found you a different one.”

“Nh, Vnnnl, plmhfm! Jhft hntnm mm!” Octavia whimpered.

With a casual effort, Vinyl drew down the zipper that concealed Octavia’s marehood. She was promptly assaulted by the thick smell of musk and a gush of fluid that seeped out to stain the bed. “Holy hay, you’ve been a busy mare,” she remarked as she drew the toy out. Octavia moaned deep and long as it was pulled from her, her inner walls having formed around it and became accustomed to its fullness. It was quickly replaced by a slighter larger toy; she groaned as she felt herself spreading to accommodate its girth.

As soon as she was stuffed full once more, Vinyl retreated from the room, leaving Octavia alone again.

Octavia wasn’t screaming anymore. She didn’t have the energy for it and it wasn’t helping. The only thing her vocalizations of distress had earned her was a sore throat. The smell and taste of rubber permeated her mouth, a slimy flavor that slithered down her throat and up into nostrils.

She was sticky and sweaty underneath her rubber suit, causing her coat to matte and stick, and she could smell that, too. It mingled with the scent of rubber and her own pheromones. The slightest twitch caused her sensitive folds to rub against the layer of thick material encasing them, so she tried her best to remain absolutely still. She was at peace for now, alone and unmolested. She knew it was only a temporary reprieve.

Sure enough, the vibrator shoved deep inside her whirred to life of its own apparent accord, sending waves of ecstasy and agony shooting through her. Octavia braced herself for what she knew was coming, for what she hated and couldn’t stop.

It ground against her inner walls, stimulating her perfectly. Her body, a slave to its biology, responded to its efforts. She felt her muscles tense, winding up like the gears in a clock in anticipation of release. Against her will, she gasped into her gag. She could feel the climax nearing—

And then the vibrating quit, leaving her dangling on the edge. She struggled to push herself over, writhing and wriggling inside her rubber encasement, trying to rub her aching folds against the substance that held them prison.

It was no good, however. The moment of aching nearness passed and the pressure dissipated, leaving her unsatisfied and unfulfilled.

Octavia slumped, defeated. She was certain this had been going on for hours. It had been more than a dozen times so far that she had been cruelly taken right to the bleeding edge of an orgasm and then yanked back from it.

She reined in her frustration and desperation, settling in to wait for the vibrator to flare to life again with teasing fervor. This time she would hopefully succeed in securing some release. If she didn’t, she was starting to worry that she might simply go insane.

A small part of her was aware of the irony of the situation, that she was now begging for the same orgasms that she had pleaded to stop earlier. A bigger part of her, however, was just focused on trying to get some release. “I’m sure Vinyl’s going to come back soon and let me cum,” she thought. “She wouldn’t keep me like this forever. Right?”

Author's Note

Quick shoutout to Vadda-Orca's Gagtalk flash program. I was too lazy to write my own gagged dialogue, she he did it for me. I'm not sure if I can link it or not, being potentially NSFW, but its on his DeviantArt.

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