Twin Rarity's: Captive's Introduction

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Summary

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As I am waking up, it is dark; partially because my eyes are still closed, but also due to the low setting of the light in my bed room.

My mind is a bit fuzzy; just as my recollections of the day before, is quite scant. What happened the night before? I have no idea. (Memories needs to be triggered by specific phrases or events.)

Any attempt at further recollections of the night before, as well as anything from the prior week is encountering a fluffy white wall I can’t penetrate. If I am to persist; I only experience an increasing bout of headache, for the effort. I let it rest; as I am unprepared, for what is before me. (It is already too late; to attempt recovering the memories of my previous life, such as it had been.)

I am lying on my back, in the bed I had found in my bed room; on the mate black silicone bed sheet and an exceedingly large crystal clear silicone pillow. A Pi inch thick quilt is covering my body, as well as the entire bed from an inch below the pillow. (My bed feels surprisingly comfortable and familiar, as if I had been sleeping in this room, on this bed before. Which I just may have.)

As I am opening my eyes, I can vaguely see the pin prick LED Star Scape overhead. The Star Scape, but nothing else. It almost makes me feel, as if I had been sleeping under the sky; even if I can see no hint of the outdoors, anywhere.

As the light is starting to grow brighter, I slowly see more of the room in which I am lying. (Naturally; the ceiling is a mate black silicone coating the surface in order to hold the star Scape in place.) The walls had been laid with a deep, dark Oak wood panel. There is a four foot tall picket fence crafted out of deep pink Cherry Wood panel with a Linden Wood handrail on the top of the fence. (It is all so very elaborate and pricey looking, to me.)

On my right, I soon see the bed-stand, crafted out of tinted deep red Beech Wood. (There is apparently no window, in the room.) When I do look down over the foot-end of the bed; I can clearly see the black double-doors to my wardrobes, glister in the sparse light. (The glossy surface only casting more reflections, as the light slowly grows brighter over time.)

On second thought; my bed-stand had been lacquered with a crystal clear high gloss lacquer to bestow a smooth and hard finish to the wood. (Or, had it just been coated with silicone, all along?{Maybe, both.})

After a while longer, I am sliding my right hand out, from under the quilt; whereupon I fold the corner up against the wall, leaving me free to move. I slide my legs out, from under the quilt; only to find myself sitting on top of my bed, pushing myself forwards in order to stand up before my bed.

“Thud, thud..” is heard; as my soft feet are hitting the black ceramic tiles, coated with an inch of crystal clear squishy silicone. (The pitter-patter of soft feet.)

My bed is eight foot, by five foot; probably a Queen Size bed. (How Befitting.)

I slowly walk over to the wardrobe, instinctively recognizing the wardrobe containing my daytime wears; almost as if I had recalled which it is, even when I can’t recall even the day before.

After a moment, I extend my right hand; extracting a pair of Metallic Electric Blue (smooth silicone) panties, from within the wardrobe. I step into the panties, right and left; pulling the panties all the way up, only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. In the process, I am exposed; introduced to the Vaginal and Anal plugs, that are part of the panties I had selected. (Even if I had not been aware of the panties being equipped with these: Pi inch long and two inch thick plugs in the first place.)

I had experienced the cold, wet lubrication the plugs had been coated with; just an instant before I find myself contracting reflexively, as the plugs slip into me from both sides at once. (Once inside, the panties are firmly riveted into me; as I feel the gel slowly warming up, as I contract firmly around the two inserted plugs. {The contraction grows stronger and more pronounced over time, with the amount of exposure.})

“I will need a top, as well!” I ponder; extracting the desired garment, before I am pulling it down over my head.

Once I had pulled the top down over my head, enjoying the liquid elasticity of my provided garments; I afford the top a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. (Well, why not!)

Just as I had finished slipping into the top, the door to my room quietly slides up; only for Rarity to enter the room, before the door quietly slides shut behind her, just as she had cleared the threshold.

“Good morning, Rarity!” she exclaims, in her usual warm greeting. (Memories slowly seep into my mind, initiated by the greeting.)

“Good morning, Rarity!” I respond, just as I had turned around; startled by her sudden and unexpected entrance, into my bed room.

“Time for breakfast..” she suggests.

“Yes, please..” I respond; “Thank you, Rarity!” I respond, as I start to walk towards the door.

I can see her extending her right hand, pressing the palm gently onto the plaque; only for the door to slide up before her as she is spreading her fingers. She steps out with me in tow, only for the door to slide shut behind me. (Of course; the light had reached the intensity of daytime, by now.)

The floor had been laid with black ceramic tiles, just as in my bed room. I had chosen the second bed room on the right; while she had chosen the first one, on the same side. (How convenient?)

She walks down the flight of stairs with me in tow, only to reach the living room on the ground floor.

“Have a seat, so that I can extend the manicure and pedicure for you; before I prepare the breakfast, for the two of us!” she generously offers, with a wide smile on her face.

Of course her skin is a pristine silicone white, with a hint of a glossy sheen to it. I can clearly see her eyes are a deep Sapphire blue, as I am facing her.

I take the middle seat, in the three seated cinematic sofa on the short wall facing the television screen covering the other wall.

As I am sitting down, she had already produced the manicure set, placing it on the table before me. (An inch thick crystal clear sapphire table top, resting on the iridium plated Titanium frame)

“Place your hands on the table before you, palms down; spread your fingers, so that I can polish your nails!” she suggests.

“Yes, please!” I respond, as I comply; following her suggestion, in the hopes of enjoying the proffered manicure. (First now, I notice that my nails are Electric Metallic Blue and an inch long. {From the oval tip, to the base of the nail a mere three millimeters from the final joint of the finger.} Beautiful)

She takes the seat before me, uncapping the vial of crystal clear lacquer. (It’s the third party product intended to bind the matter to the Holographic Character; incidentally binding a physical person to the character of the inserted tube in my case. {Even if I happen to be oblivious of this fact, believing she is using regular nail polish.})

Once she had uncapped the vial, she starts painting the thumb nail of my right hand. From the middle and the root of the nail all the way over the tip. Right and left, right and left. Only to repeat the process on the back of the nail; before she is sealing the nail in the lacquer by applying the lacquer on the sides of the nail, from the right to the center and from the left to the center. From there, she continues polishing the index, middle, ring and pinkie fingers’ nails in turn. Only to repeat the process, polishing the nails of my left hand.

She is pushing an UV light over my hands, curing the polish in the process.

“Ping!” is heard, as the timer is reaching the required time to cure the nails; only for the light to be turned off, completing the process. (Automatically turning the light of is both a safety feature, and a quality feature.)

“Would you like, for me to apply your make-up; before we enjoy our breakfast?” she inquires.

“Yes, please!” I respond. (I had noticed, how she had painted my toe nails and cured them.)

She had capped the vial; before she is producing the lip-liner, lip-stick, eye-shadow and eye-liners.

She is picking up the crystal clear lip-liner; drawing the line from the middle to the right and left respectively, on the upper and lower lips in turn. (She is following the contour of my lips, but just outside the golden lip-stick included in the design of the Rarity I had been introduced to)

Once she had applied the lip-liner, she is applying the lip-gloss from just inside the line along the rim of my lips and as far in as she feels comfortable with. (Which is a bit further in; than the standard beauty doctrine typically commands, in her seal to provide the best make-up she could provide.)

She is applying a second application of the lip-liner, binding the lip-gloss in the process.

With my lips perfect; she is picking up the black eye-liner, drawing the line from the inner corner of the eye to the outer corner. First over the eye and then under. With the eye-liner applied, she is applying the eye-shadow from the inner corner of the eye towards the outer corner; slowly working her way from the eye-lash and up to the rim of the eye-globe. First the right eye and then the left eye, over the eye and finally under the eye. She applies a second line along the eye-lashes; right and left, over and finally under. (Naturally; she is applying a white line on the other side of the eye-lash, between the lash and the eye as well. {Once, twice and thrice.})

She is producing a face-gel, applying it to my face; in a manner, similar to how one would have applied the foundation. Only now; it is sealing my face, as Rarity in the process.

“Beautiful, just beautiful..” she exclaims; “if I may say so, myself!” she adds.

“Well, since you are Rarity; I am bound to accept your judgment, in all things related to Fashion!” I suggest.

“Thank you, Rarity!” she responds. (With that; she is presenting us with the breakfast!)

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I am taking the final sip of my tea, as I wash down the last of my salad; I had indeed enjoyed both the company, and the meal she had served me. Even if she had partaken in the meal; both in order to make me company, and to fill up on the mass she requires in order to become a physical person. (Well, why not?)

As I am scanning the room, I can’t for my life see the door to the cloaking room. There is one, I should have known; even if I have forgotten it, as well as where it is. (Which should be worrying me, but right now I can’t even make myself worry about this.)

“If you would enjoy just a hint of manicure; place your hands on the table, palms up!” she suggests, as she is offering me to indulge in my vanity. (Incidentally; her offer is triggering another memory to surface, reminding me of the joy I used to have at the Spa.)

“Yes, please!” I respond; accepting her offer, without a single thought.

She is presenting me with two vials of ‘Care-Gel’; intended for my highly sensitive touch-pads and suction-cups, respectively.

I am watching her, with interest; as she is applying the gel to my touch-pads, covering the tip of my fingers from the final joint and all the way in under the respective nail. I enjoy the sensations elicited, by the diminutive brush, as she is applying the highly viscous care-gel to each touch-pad in turn. Naturally; she only finishes, as the respective touch-pad had been thoroughly saturated with the crystal clear gel.

Once she had applied the gel, she is capping the vial. Once the first vial is capped, she is uncapping the next; only to apply the gel on the suction-cup, saturating it with the care-gel. Once done, she caps the can and stack the products away.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I respond.

“You are quite welcome, Dear!” she merely responds. (Of course; now the touch-pads and suction-cups are permanent, they will stay as they are from now on.)

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Flashback

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