Chapter 3 - D.Va's New Home (Finale)
Hana faintly felt the van stop and the rear doors be opened and gasped as the soaked wand she was sitting on was suddenly switched to a low setting, instantly bringing her down off of her intense levels of pleasure and down to something more manageable. The vibrators attached to her clamps were also turned down to their lowest setting, giving her some of her own consciousness back. She twisted her head slightly in its securing strap and head the clanks of the tie downs around her being undone. She moaned loudly at the ongoing vibration against her pussy and was forced to just sit there in her mount against the cart as it was untied. She had no idea where she was or what was going to happen next.
She felt the cart released from all of its straps and then rotated around, too disoriented to keep up with the motions. Hana's body jolted downwards as she was slid out of the van and onto a smooth surface. She heard the van doors close for good and let out a lost whine as she was tilted backwards to put the cart on its two wheels, and then wheeled forward towards the unknown.
Several minutes passed with Hana squirming atop the lowly buzzing wand and quietly moaning as she was carted over flat surfaces and down what felt like a long ramp, twisting her bound hands behind her uselessly with nothing else to do. After a long walk to their destination and countless wiggles, the cart stopped and she felt a hand reach to the side of her face. Fingers dug under the side of her tape blindfold and peeled up the side before slowly tearing it off her face, making the dazed Hana blink in harsh yellow light.
Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light again, and she glanced around to see herself facing down an old concrete hallway with aging fluorescent lightbulbs strung above them. There were no windows or features other than a floor, walls and ceiling of decades-old concrete. The only thing of note was a heavy metal door mounted into the wall at the end of the passageway that was covered in locks and bolts. Hana's stomach dropped at the sight. This place was old and abandoned looking, and she had no idea where she was or how long it had taken to get here. Behind that door could be anything…
She let out a long moan as the heat of another orgasm slowly burned within her due to the nonstop buzzing of her crotch and nipples. She desperately wanted the devices to be turned off so she could think straight!
Strapped facing forward and unable to see her captor, Hana was pushed back into motion and wheeled down the hallway to the door at the end, her heart racing faster and faster as it approached. She was set down in front of it and looked up to see Sung step forward and unlock the large amounts of deadbolts and locks, before grabbing the large handle and hauling the door open with a huff of effort. It loudly creaked open and revealed a pitch-black room within. Sung gripped the cart once again and pushed her into the darkness, pulling the door shut behind him and throwing them into a dark void, silent other than D.Va's own moans and the low buzzing of her toys. She looked around worriedly, not sure what was coming next. She faintly heard the click of a light switch from behind her.
Several yellow lights flashed to life above her, revealing a large concrete room with no windows or doors. The room was a perfect circle, wide enough to cross with a few seconds walk and with a high ceiling. The only sign of another way out was a small ventilation shaft mounted in the ceiling – other than that the entire room was made of the same thick grey concrete.
Hana's eyes shot wide at the contents of the room, her body freezing even though she was sitting on the buzzing wand. The walls were completely covered with insane amounts of racks and shelves holding bondage gear and sex toys of every shape and size. Shelves of various dildos of hundreds of colors and shapes and sizes took up a whole section, some of them impossibly large. Racks of leather straps and coils of rope were neatly organized further down, chains and latex restraints among them. Dozens of different gags hung from hooks on the wall near them. Hana spotted various ballgags, ring gags, panel gags and even rows of steadily larger deepthroat trainers that ended in a massive size over a foot long in length. Near these were hundreds of assorted vibrators, clamps, plugs, and every sex toy imaginable. Dozens of highly revealing outfits hung from a clothing rack, each of them scandalizing and humiliating, among them a lacy facsimile of her own public outfit that had openings for her private areas. Shelves of headgear and high heels stood alongside them, and Hana's horrified eyes ran over countless pairs in every imaginable style, most of them insanely tall. Further down a small wooden box rested against the wall that was covered in chains and steel locks that had D.Va's Timeout Box written on the side in pink paint. Directly across from her a black sybian was bolted to the floor against the wall with steel clamps on either side of it to hold her legs. Two thick and very long dildos stuck up from the device meant to be straddled, and upwards a bit a matching dildo with large balls hung from the wall at mouth level with a slight bend downwards, calling to her. And worst of all, there was no furniture or places to rest. The only means of escaping the cold floor was a lone suspension hook dangling from the middle of the room, hanging from a thick chain bolted to the ceiling.
Hana stared at the hundreds of items across the circular room that were all meant for her. Simultaneous horror and thrill raced through her at the sheer magnitude of what she was faced with and what it meant for her. Her rational mind was absolutely terrified at what this meant for her, but the ever-growing scandalous part of her that grinded further down onto her vibrator was turned on, making her even more wet.
She was wheeled forward on the cart until she was in the center of the room and released. Sung walked around to face her and waved his arms out to his sides. "Welcome to your new home, D.Va! I bought everything in here brand-new just for you, and then spent the whole day setting it up!"
My… new home? Hana thought in dismay, eyes darting over the racks of restraints and toys, picturing herself in those small outfits and restrained tightly, humiliated and stimulated.
"You're going to stay here permanently, until you finally admit you love bondage and become completely submissive and sexy!" he continued enthusiastically. "I'm going to train you with everything in here nonstop, even ordering new stuff from online every day, until you are the best at everything! We won't stop until you can handle the most insane positions, the tightest restraints, the largest and longest dildos that I can buy! I'll train you to be the ultimate bondage slave, better than anyone else on the planet!"
Hana gaped at him. He was actually serious. He was going to keep her in this place, hidden away from everyone and enslaved, trained every day until she reached his insane obsessed image of her, until she actually wanted all of this! Even if she could physically become the slave he wanted, it would take years for her to adapt in the way he wanted!
He was never going to let her go.
The confirmation of her fears made her suddenly feel very small and helpless. The entire day she had held out some hope that she might be able to get out of this but presented with her ultimate fate she finally knew she was owned by this obsessed fan until he finished with her. He wasn't going to release her or give her a chance to escape. She was going to be trained into his twisted, submissive, bondage-loving image of herself whether she liked it or not.
And a part of herself was insanely turned on by it.
Sung smiled at her, completely lost in his own delusions. "Let's get you set up like a bondage slave should be! Something nice and snug that will break you in a bit!" He walked away from her and over to the racks of restraints and Hana tensed, squirming reflexively atop the wand and fighting down her rising climax. She wanted to escape but she knew there was no way to do so. Her restraints were always kept inescapably tight and she was never left alone! Was this actually happening to her?!
Her imprisoner pulled off coils of rope, bundles of straps and a roll of tape off the wall, walking over to the gag section and selecting a thick panel gag harness with a short but thick dildo sticking out from the inner side of the panel. He grabbed a long pole with leather cuffs at either end from a mount and put it over his shoulder, then walked back to her with an excited grin. Hana watched him approach with dread, eyeing the restraints and realizing that her already humiliating and unpleasantly tight positions she had experienced today were what he considered easy. She was in for it…
The wand and clamps on her were finally turned off and Hana gasped, throwing her head back against the cart and breathing heavily. She was extremely thankful to be free of them, though she was now insanely sensitive in those areas and even just the cold air on them made her shiver. Her relief was short lived as Sung began unstrapping her from the cart, releasing her legs first and letting them pull forwards, but still unable to close in front of her due to the straps connecting them to her torso. She was eventually released from the center of the frame as well and pulled off the cart to be laid on the ground face first. Hana pushed her thickly gagged jaw against the concrete and moaned in relief as Sung detached her frogtied legs and let them rotate back around beneath her, the muscles screaming in relief. His words about training her to handle different positions suddenly made a lot more sense.
Sung kept working atop her and gradually removed all the leather straps from her body and tossed them into a nearby pile, leaving Hana in just the thickly layered pink rope that kept her legs pinched against themselves and her chest and arms trapped in a tight immovable harness. Her squeezed body finally had some relief and it was glorious. Even with just the ropes, she felt like she could move again. Sung continued down to her legs and untied said ropes around them, taking apart the tight frogties and releasing her legs to lay flat and outstretched behind her on the cold floor. Any thoughts she had on running quickly died when she felt how tight and sore her muscles were from the whole day of being restrained.
Hana stiffened and blushed hard when Sung pushed her legs apart and reached down between them, gripping the flared base of her buttplug and slowly pulling outwards. She bit the stuffing inside her mouth to restrain a pleasured moan as the large pink plug slowly pulled out and stretched her very wide before slipping out with a loud pop. Grateful yet humiliated to have it removed, she felt surprisingly empty without it after having a plug inside her for most of the day. She blushed even more at the thought, scandalized at realizing she had already gotten used to having a buttplug inside her!
He moved to her torso next, untying the knots that held the harness together and quickly unwrapping it backwards through the countless rotations it had been layered onto her. Hana's tightly squeezed torso was slowly unwound until she could finally push her arms off her back for the first time that day, making her groan in relief. After a few minutes the pink ropes had finally been removed from her torso entirely, allowing her chest and shoulders to relax. Now she was completely unbound other than her gag and the tight ties that held her wrists and elbows together. The tight black mitten around her fists was unstrapped and pulled off, letting Hana extend her hands out and sigh with satisfaction.
She felt her arms begin to be untied and actually started to entertain the idea of escape. A quick squirm of her exhausted and sore body told her just how risky that was and D.Va quietly sighed in resigned apprehension. Sung would most likely stop any attempt she made, and the last time she had been punished had resulted in her spending ten hours upside down in a narrow pit and orgasming endlessly. It… wasn't worth trying to escape. Not now.
Her arms were completely untied and Hana was only given a brief moment to enjoy the freedom before Sung grabbed her wrists and pulled them up her back to touch each other in a reverse prayer right against her shoulder blades. She squirmed at the uncomfortable angle but could do nothing as he picked up the same pink rope that had trapped her in a harness and coiled it around her wrists, tying them together in the new shape. Hana wiggled from her face-down position laying on the floor, her breasts pressed uncomfortably against the concrete beneath her and not getting any less sensitive. Whatever new tie he was doing was not off to a pleasant start.
Sung neatly tied her wrists against each other and then moved the rope down her back, cinching her forearms together as well, and then her elbows. Hana winced and let out a pained groan as the tie pulled her thin elbows together in the middle of her back, yanking her shoulders back in a straining pull. She writhed a bit underneath Sung's hold as she realized this flexible and cruel position was going to be here for a while. The reverse-prayer tie pulled her shoulders back and forced her chest out in front of her in the process, putting a lot of her weight on her small breasts. Once her arms were neatly pinched together from wrist to elbow and pressed against her back, her captor brought the long rope around her torso and began to rebind her in another extensive harness. He wrapped it over and around her repeatedly, layering in a similar yet much tighter and restrictive way than the last one. Hana cringed as layer after layer passed over her skin and coiled over and between her bound arms, cinching them down extremely tightly against her back and putting her muscles under a ton of stress. The pink harness slowly became very extensive and squeezed her down tightly from every side, wrapping over her shoulders and hips and even going every possible way around her breasts. It even made its way down through her crotch except this time it ran tightly down on either side of her pussy and left it completely exposed. After almost twenty minutes of insanely tight layering that got tighter with every pass, Sung pulled the harness tight through the base of her rope armbinder and tied it off with what seemed like multiple knots.
Hana squirmed in her new rope prison and quietly whined to convey her feelings on it. The thin rope hugged her torso in thick overlapping and intricate ways and held her in a tight hold she could never hope to escape from. Every side of her upper body felt tightly squeezed down by the smooth rope, especially her arms. The awkwardly twisted limbs were pinned to her back with incredible force, keeping them squeezed against her and unable to move in a much crueler manner than her column tie ever did. She attempted a single tiny wiggle in the restraint and failed to move completely, exhaling through her nose in dreadful acceptance. This harness was keeping her arms out of the picture for a long time.
Her hands were forced to lay against the back of her neck and touch her long hair uselessly. She only got to move them for a mere second before she heard a strip of duct tape pulled off the roll. A rough hand grabbed her own and squeezed them both into fists, and then a piece of sticky tape was pressed against the sides. Sung brought the roll around her hands repeatedly, encasing her fists together in several layers of overly tight tape and making her wince as her fingers were forced together uncomfortably. Before she could even take in her loss of movement, the same mitten that had trapped her hands all day was slipped back onto her hands and pulled tight before being strapped to as small of a fit as possible around her wrists.
With Hana's upper body now stupidly secure, Sung reached behind her head and untied all of her gags. The strips of fabric fell to the floor one after the other until her lips were visible again, wide open with thick packing crammed inside. He pulled everything out slowly and tossed it aside until her mouth had been emptied to just the familiar cloth of her panties resting atop her tongue, damp from the short trip inside her. Sung pulled them out and unfolded them, giving Hana a moment of reprieve and time to gasp in air through her mouth. She squealed loudly when her panties were brought behind her and rubbed against her still very wet and sensitive crotch, soaking the underwear with her own fluid. They were brought back up to her mouth before she could protest and shoved back inside, filling her mouth once more. Hana's face flushed deep red and she squeaked in humiliation as she was forced to taste herself after an entire day of orgasms, the scent of her own arousal almost intoxicating and filling her lungs.
The large panel gag harness was grabbed from the floor nearby and pulled onto the top of her head. Sung carefully positioned the black straps accordingly and then shoved the head of the thick dildo between her lips, cramming the pink silicone into her mouth and forcing her jaw wide to accommodate it. He pushed the panel down until it was firmly against her face and the dildo was fully inside her mouth. The object filled most of her mouth with its sheer size but thankfully didn't reach her throat. Even so, it shoved down into the middle of her panties and pushed them to either side to puff out her cheeks, spreading the taste of herself everywhere and making it unavoidable. Sung then tightened down the straps all over her head and made her wince as they were pulled tight. The harness squeezed her head on every side, thin black straps running around and over her head, across her cheeks, underneath her chin, and up from the gag to meet over her nose. The harness ensured the dildo and the panties were staying inside her mouth.
He reached down and picked up the discarded strips of fabric, and D.Va slumped helplessly on the floor. This was all far from over. He tightly wrapped them back on top of her gag in the same over-the-mouth and over-the-nose style, covering most of her face and hiding the black panel underneath a dozen layers of cloth. It again blocked her nose and made it harder to breathe. Once the cloth gags had been replaced, Sung grabbed the roll of tape and slapped the end down on top of her mouth, then wrapped around her head in repeated layers, tightly cinching down everything underneath and keeping it from going anywhere. He even took the time to carefully wrap up and over her nose several times, leaving her just a small gap to breathe through. The ultimate result was a very tight and very thick layer of gags sealing her mouth from making noise.
Sung made one final touch. He pulled a large neon pink strip of cloth from his pocket and held it in front of her face to see it. The bright color was the same as her own mech, and on the center of the fabric the curly smiling mouth of her bunny symbol was printed. He flipped the cloth around and covered most of her face with it in one final layer of her gag, sealing it tight against her. It gave her nose one additional layer to breathe through and positioned the smiling lines right above her own mouth, completely contradicting her own humiliated and scared expression by making her look happy.
He picked up a short rope and pushed it through a metal loop on the top rear of her gag harness, tying it secretly and then yanking it back. Hana gasped in surprise as her head was roughly pulled back to face the wall in front of her and bending her neck uncomfortably. She felt Sung pull the other end down to the thick harness that crossed the small of her back and then tie it off there, forcing her head to stay bent backwards as far as it could go. This completely exposed her thin neck and pushed her tightly bound wrists up against the back of her head with nowhere else to do. She moaned at the cruel position she was now stuck in, only able to turn her head a little bit to either side and already feeling the strain of her neck and shoulder muscles. This had to be a very advanced way to tie someone up!
With her upper body all but immobilized, Sung stepped away from Hana's thickly gagged face and walked down behind her and out of view. She watched his shadow next to her and saw him pick up the long spreader bar. He carried it over to her left leg and placed it down, pulling the leather cuff around her ankle and yanking it tight in a firm hold. Hana squirmed uncomfortably as he used the pole to force her cuffed leg out to one side of her. He then stepped over her and walked to her other side, grabbing her other leg and pulling it to the opposite side, forcing her body into full splits. The cuff on the other end of the long metal pole was clamped down around her ankle and tightened, keeping her legs fully spread and exposing everything unabashed.
Hana protested with loud squeals from her position looking at the wall of restraints, face growing even redder somehow. The position was not only challenging to maintain for long periods but was openly showcasing everything between her legs! The spreader bar was forcing her to stay just like this and keep her holes open and ready for anything! Sung could do whatever he wanted to her like this!
Sung clearly had more work to do, ignoring her wiggles of dismay and getting more rope. He started with one leg and tightly coiled rope around her ankle and the bar next to it, tying them tightly together to ensure D.Va was never able to hide anything. Similar ties of pink rope were made above and below her knee, and then tightly around her upper thigh to pin the bar completely against the bottom of her leg on one side. He quickly moved to the other leg and repeated the process, firmly binding the metal pole against her legs and preventing her from bending them in any way.
D.Va strained to twist her waist around, barely able to move much at all with the spreader bar firmly in place. Tight pink rope now held her on the ground in full splits and a tight harness pinning her arms together and yanking her head back, making it hard to do anything other than wiggle her chest from side to side. She was completely bound and exposed, and he wasn't even done yet!
Sung grabbed a strap from the shrinking pile of restraints nearby and kept working with a concentrated face. He coiled the leather belt around her ankle and the bar right next to the rope and pulled it tight, further ensuring security. Continuing to grab more straps, he worked his way over both legs like he had just done with the rope, pinning her legs permanently to the bar and leaving her creamy ass and crotch alone. Sung reached back to the pile and procured two much wider and thicker straps, then walked over to her torso and pulled them underneath her above and below her breasts. He pulled the ends together on her back atop her arms, yanking them as tight as he could and further squeezing Hana's arms down against her. She gasped as the tight belts squeezed her chest down and made it a bit harder to breathe. She wiggled a bit and felt them harshly compressing her torso down into a smaller shape and ensuring her arms would never be able to escape, not that they could before!
Just when she thought it might be over Sung picked up the roll of tape once again and then glanced at it and shook his head. He walked back over to the walls of equipment and pulled several more rolls off the shelves before returning to her. Opening a brand-new roll Sung started at her left ankle and began to tightly encase her leg in thick layers of silver tape. He took his time to do very tight and slow circuits around her leg, the bar and the bindings connecting them, sealing them all away underneath a dozen layers of durable material. Hana felt her entire left leg encased up to her upper thigh before the strip was cut and pressed down. The tape hid all her bindings from view and prevented her from ever being able to reach the rope or straps underneath. Most importantly, they left her crotch and pale ass completely exposed. Sung pulled off another section and encased her other leg in the same tight manner until they were both identical.
Once her legs were finished he moved up to kneel alongside her torso. He procured a new roll of tape and stuck it down atop her bound arms, then coiled it down and around her chest underneath her. Hana helplessly laid there anxiously as he mummified her torso in the same tight manner that he had done with her legs, sealing her ropes and straps underneath repeated layers. The tape was carefully maneuvered around and over her shoulders in a steady manner, slowly encasing everything beneath her neck in a tight hold. Her breasts were of course left to hang out uncovered, her nipples no less sensitive after the entire session of restraining. Sung even brought the silver tape over to her hands and tightly wrapped it over the mitten in yet another layer, sealing away any miniscule chances of escape she had never had in the first place. By the time he was finished, Hana was tightly squeezed by tape from head to toe and her private areas were exposed and ready to be used.
She writhed under the thickly layered tape that sealed away her body, knowing that no matter how desperately she struggled she would never be able to escape her excruciatingly tight prison. Every knot and strap that held her in an iron grip was hidden under countless rolls of silver tape, sealing her in an airtight hold that squeezed everything down even tighter. It was impossible for her to reach any restraint or even move in any direction. She would never be able to get out of this, even with weeks or months of time to struggle. It was completely inescapable, reducing her to a muffled, scared object on the cold floor. Hana whined in despair hopelessly.
Her wide eyes followed Sung as he left her and strode to the restraint area yet again. The man reached up high on the wall to lift a metal cage from a set of hooks and lower it down. Hana froze as he turned and fully revealed the device to her. The human-shaped cage was made of curved strips of dark grey steel that were bent to hold someone inside with skintight security… and it looked like her current position was the exact shape meant to be inside it. It was oriented for a curvy body to lay upright in splits with their head pulled back to face upwards, the position identical to her own at the moment. The strips crisscrossed perpendicularly every few inches and allowed someone to see inside while keeping its prisoner completely immobilized. Dozens of small locks lined the edges at every junction to create insane amounts of failure points and ensure the only way out of the cage was being allowed to leave.
Hana stared at it in growing fear and doubt. She had been expecting to be trapped in tight restraints and treated like a pet, but instead she was being imprisoned in something so secure that she would not even bother to struggle against it. Sung wanted her to submit, to accept her fate here, and if she was inside this then she probably would.
Sung walked back over to her and put the cage down alongside her, slowly unlocking each of the small locks until they were all released. He then grabbed the top half of the cage and removed it, lifting it to the side and putting it down for later. There were no smug words told to her. Sung just reached under her taped stomach and picked her up, awkwardly shifting with her bound shape until he got a good grip. He moved her over to the cage and lowered her down into it carefully, allowing her legs to slide into the tight fit. There were even small spaces for her feet that Sung forced them into, pinning them in a tiny enclosed space with no room to move. Both of her legs were pushed down into either side of the cage with no room to spare, the bottom half of her legs and the hidden spreader bar neatly sitting in the space designed for them. Now that she was supporting her own weight, Sung pushed the wide-eyed Hana downwards to fall forward into the narrow space meant for her chest. He had to force her into it a bit as the cage rubbed against the sides of her chest, pressing down against her back with his foot. Hana sank into it, her chest coming to rest atop the strips of metal. There were two perfectly spaced gaps for her breasts to hang out of, making sure they were accessible. Her head was pushed down into the bottom half of the elevated section meant for it, making her chin rest atop a metal bar.
Hana wiggled in the metal cage as much as her thick bindings let her, finding the steel to be perfectly sized for her body. She had no idea how he had managed to get a perfect fit like this! A twinge of the rope tying her head back distracted her, and Hana looked down confused as the other side was untied and tossed aside. The cage kept her head back in the pose so it didn't matter regardless.
Sung picked up the top half of the cage and walked over to her from her backside, rotating it above her and then lowering it down atop her. Hana looked up in the edges of her vision to watch it come down, pressing into place atop her legs first and pinching them in a solid, immovable cage of metal. The rest of it was lowered down over her torso and finally her head, clicking into one seamless piece with a bit of force. Quickly bending down, Sung picked up the dozens of locks and pinched them back into place, sealing her inside with no way out. He finished by grabbing the loose rope that he had untied from her head and yanked it back once more, retying it down against the ropes of her harness right in front of the ass, adding an extra layer of security to keep her head from moving.
The final cage was a bit tight on her but it managed to completely immobilize her entire body, trapping her in the pose she had been tied in: full splits, reverse prayer, head back. Strips of metal coiled around her in just the right places. Metal bars connected to surround her head on either side of it and left her face alone other than a strip around her forehead. Her neck was clamped tightly between the two halves, a perfect circle of metal pinching it down from either side. Her arms sat inside a perfectly shaped bulge within the cage, the strips pressing into the top and the sides to keep them from moving. The cage was very tight around her waist and squeezed it down a little to fit. Both of her legs were completely immobilized inside the long spaces meant for them, with her feet pinned in place at the ends. And most importantly, her exposed rear and crotch were left completely exposed. The metal strips that wrapped around her upper thighs even squeezed them down tighter than other areas so her ass would pop out provocatively.
D.Va wiggled as much as she could and shrank in fear when she felt the cage block her every movement. She couldn't move anything, not even her toes! All the steel prison let her do was look around and breathe!
She heard Sung's footsteps move away from her and then the rattling of chains. The sound got closer and she looked to the side as much as her cage let her, seeing the obsessed fan connecting a black chain that hung from somewhere above to a thick metal loop atop one of her ankles. He clicked a huge lock into place to hold it together and then walked back around her, locking another chain to her opposite ankle. Hana heard one more rattle and felt the cage on top of her head be locked into place in the same way. The footsteps sounded once more and then a metallic grinding noise filled the room. Hana looked around apprehensively and tried to figure out where it was coming from, realizing instantly as the chains rattled above her. The cage was slowly lifted up and off of the floor with her inside it, making it sway unsteadily and rotate. Hana whined in fear as she spun around and saw other sides of the room, one such spin revealing Sung standing against the door and pushing a button. She was raised several feet into the air and looked down in panic, extremely uncomfortable with having no control over anything.
The machine went silent and she was held in place just like that, suspended in midair with absolutely no ability to move. This was an entirely new level of helplessness that made her feel completely powerless. She was sealed in layer after layer of ridiculously tight bondage, squeezed down everywhere on her entire body! She couldn't move, she couldn't speak, she couldn't do anything! She was just a defenseless girl that anyone could use in any way they wanted!
"Do you like it?" Sung asked her happily, striding back over with an excited spring in his step. "You're going to stay in it for a while. We're starting you off with the intense stuff – there's no sense doing anything else. You're D.Va after all, you're the best! You can handle anything!"
Hana stared back at him as she slowly rotated around to face him, feeling completely small and submissive, and blushing even redder when she realized she was suspended at his crotch level. Her red face stared up at him with wide, teary eyes atop her smiling pink gag, knowing he had all the power here and his fate was hers.
Sung grinned at her reaction. "I have work every day but I'll come by each night and train you. Don't worry, you'll get homework while I'm gone so you have something to do!" He moved over to the remaining restraints and used rolls of tape on the floor, cleaning up and replacing what wasn't used. "I'll see you tomorrow night! I want you to stay awake and appreciate all the work I put into this, so let me get you all set before I go!"
He walked over to the sex toys and chose three devices from the wide selection, then headed back over. Kneeling down in front of her, he held up what looked like small nipple clamps with a round ball hanging from them, made entirely of metal. "These will make sure you don't fall asleep anytime soon," he informed her mischievously. He opened two of them and clamped them onto her sensitive nipples to hang down and sway beneath her. Hana whined in pleasure as her breasts throbbed in protest, her nipples extremely reactive and making her shiver at being pinched yet again. Her reaction turned to a strangled yelp when he flipped on the switches, making both devices whir with a low vibration.
Sung held up the final clamp and grinned down at her. Once Hana was able to get her bearings again after dealing with the initial sensations, she looked up and her eyes bulged. He wasn't going to… was he? He moved behind her and instantly confirmed her fear. There was only one place the third one could go.
She loudly squealed around her own panties, the dildo in her mouth and over a dozen layers of cloth and tape when her clitoris was tightly clamped by the metal device. It was left to dangle underneath her and Hana whimpered at the sensation, her complete overstimulated pussy throbbing at the action. The device was clamped onto her clit and it wasn't letting go and if he-
She squealed even louder when the vibrator came to life, buzzing her most sensitive area to hell and back just on the low setting. Hana squirmed and writhed within the cage, slighting jiggling it in useless attempts to do anything to stop this just as she had done on the cart, held down and unable to stop the relentless barrage of pleasure that shook her entire body.
Sung ignored her reactions and left her yet again, walking over to the wide selection of dildos. Even though she was extremely distracted, Hana's body tensed in horror as she watched him glance through the choices before he stepped over to the farther side that had the much larger options. He reached up to the shelves and grabbed two identical pink one. They were much larger than average with big rounded heads and had metal plates wrapped around their shafts for some reason. Nodding in satisfaction, he strode over to the restraint section to grab a single black strap, then joined her one last time.
Hana's heart raced as he came closer, her eyes locked on the dildos in his hands that had only one place to go. They were huge!
He walked behind her and she felt one of them rub up against her pussy. She was wet again after only a single minute of having the clamp buzzing down there, and the smooth dildo easily slid up against her. She moaned as it was spun around and rubbed against her crotch to get it wet, stimulating her very hot skin. Part of her wanted it to go inside and she gasped as it was instead brought up to her ass. The round head was forced up against her and slid into her rear end, making her whimper and groan at the same time as the long object slid deep inside her, disappearing inch by inch and going farther than either plug ever did. It finally stopped after she felt the dildo deep within her, the cool metal on the sides quickly warming up from her insides. It wasn't long before the other dildo pressed up against her pussy with its intent clear. Her captor pushed it slowly inside, letting it spread through her wet pussy and enter her body. Hana loudly moaned behind her gag as it pushed deep into her and rubbed over her insides in an erotic and stimulating way that she had never imagined would feel so good! Just like the first one, he kept pushing it in until it pushed up against something with a touch that made her shudder with pleasure.
"This should break you in nicely for all the stuff I have planned," he told her, connecting the black strap to the bottom of the cage right below her pussy. He pulled it upwards and over her rear end, allowing the strap to press against the flat bases of the dildos to keep them firmly shoved inside her. Hana moaned as both pushed in just a little bit more and she felt him tie the other end down to the top of her cage, right above her ass. The small strap ensured both dildos couldn't come out. Since she couldn't even move in any way, it guaranteed they were stuck deep inside her.
Two small clicks were heard behind her, and Hana let out what would have been an insanely loud high-pitched squeal as both dildos began to vibrate at the same low setting that assaulted her nipples and pussy. Her ability to form complete sentences died instantly as her body shook with the intense simulation from five different places. Her eyes rolled up a bit and she moaned deliriously as she slowly rotated in the air, completely overwhelmed.
Sung came into her field of vision and smiled down at her with the same obsessed hero-worship in his eyes again. "Have fun, D.Va!" he told her with a smirk. "Bye!
Hana kept moaning and struggled to keep her vision in focus as she watched him turn away and walk to the thick metal door to the room. He opened it and walked through before shutting it behind him, and she heard the familiar sound of the locks and deadbolts being replaced. And after that there was nothing but silence. He had left, and she was now completely alone.
Hana continued to slowly spin within her midair prison, breathing panicked breaths and quickly approaching a climax. Between the intense stimulation all over and inside her body it was almost painful as it approached. Just as the orgasm reached its turning point the metallic surfaces of the dildos and the clamps hanging under her suddenly pulsed with electricity, shocking her from the inside and out. Hana shrieked in total surprise, caught completely off guard. It only lasted for a half second but it was enough to tense her entire body and shoot the strong pulse of electricity through her entire body, tensing her muscles and putting her on edge in a mix of pain and shaking pleasure.
This is what he meant when he said she would be kept awake?! Being randomly shocked?! Hana groaned and fought back a gasp as the vibrators spun up again, attacking her insides with pleasure. Her body was on edge and her insides had tightened from the shocks, squeezing the dildos tighter and making her only more stimulated. Hana squeezed her eyes shut and quietly whined between all the sources of pleasure, realizing that she was going to have a long night of this and it was only going to get harder to bear as the hours went on. By the time Sung came back she would be begging to be let out.
D.Va forced her eyes open with her body shaking midair in relentless pleasure and helplessly stared at all the assorted toys and equipment surrounding her. It was all going to be used on her. Every restraint and toy, no matter how inhumanly tight or impossible it was. She was stuck here for as long as he wanted. No one would ever find her in her mysterious dungeon, locked away like a toy. She was going to be trained with everything here until she lived and breathed as nothing more than the insane image her captor wanted her to be. He was going to make her into his submissive bondage slave, and he would never stop until she liked this and wanted this… until she was a submissive girl tightly sealed in restraints that loved every moment of it.
There was no way out. Sung's twisted image of her was going to become reality whether she liked it or not.