Fan Fiction
Contents - [Prologue|Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Chapter 4|Chapter 5|Chapter 6|Chapter 7|Chapter 8|Chapter 9|Chapter 10|Chapter 11|Ending #1|Ending #2|Ending #3|Ending #4]
Codes: Mdom/F, BND, F/O
Dizzy woke up, feeling, well, dizzy.
Her limbs seemed stiff, and her wings tingled as if she'd slept on them. She somehow knew right away that she wasn't wherever she'd fallen asleep ...
Her eyes snapped open. They encountered a blindfold of some sort. She tried to reach up to take it off, but her wrists seemed cuffed to the base of her tail. She was bent forward, doubled over; her legs were beneath her, bent at the knees with her ankles apparently cuffed to her tail, as well. She seemed to be hanging from something. Dizzy tried to struggle, to use her superhuman strength to break free of her bonds ... nothing.
A hand was placed on her head. She froze.
There was a pause, and then a man's voice said, "A while back, I discovered two interesting things about Gears. The first is, they get all their power, superiority from magic." The hand began stroking her hair. "So if you manage to seal off their power, all you've got is just someone ordinary, with wings and a tail."
Dizzy trembled. This person obviously knew how to deal with her, precisely, as well as what he wanted from her and how he could get this. She also knew that she didn't want to know what he wanted, and that she would find out regardless of this.
"The other is: they don't have that much magic to begin with." A second hand began to caress her cheek — or at least, the strap over her cheek that held her gag in place. "I mean, sure, it takes a lot of magic to make a Gear, and they can obviously do a lot of destructive stuff — hell, look what happened to Japan during the war — but most of it's just smoke and mirrors, and setting off chain reactions, and making do with a little to result in a lot." A sigh, and Dizzy could tell he was shaking his head. "If only I could meet the man who started it all ... he must've been a goddamn genius. But, well ... he's not here, and so I'm stuck being the genius."
The hand on her cheek moved to her back. Dizzy felt a shudder run though her; he was apparently also a skilled masseuse. "But the point of all this is: it's really easy to control a Gear, if you know how. In the short term, anyway." The hand on her head moved down to her chest. Dizzy squeaked, squirming as it began to run over her breasts — which, she realized, were still covered. "If you don't mind the Gear figuring out how to break free and destroying the city you're in, anyway. Which is why you need something to ... distract them."
Then the hand on her back moved to her front — specifically, to the leather thong covering her crotch. Dizzy yelped through the gag. "My name is Miller, by the way," the man continued conversationally, as he began to undo the clips holding it in place. "Elias Miller. And don't worry about your wings — they're sealed away for now, just as all your other powers are." He let the thong drop, exposing her pussy to the air, and he ran his finger along the length of it. Dizzy yelped more loudly, a shudder running through her.
Miller chuckled, and rubbed at the patch of blue pubic hair right above her slit. "I'll have to do something about this at some point," he said. "But for now ..." Dizzy felt something hard and plastic rubbed against her sex, and she shuddered, whimpering and squirming, trying to somehow escape — but it was really no use, and slowly, the miniature egg-shaped device was pressed into her.
When it was all the way inside, she felt something bump against her clit, as well. There was a click, and she yelped as it began buzzing and vibrating intensely inside her. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before; it had to be enchanted to radiate pleasure magic, or something.
She wasn't able to think about it for very long, however, as the pleasure slowly began to melt away her conscious thoughts. And then a yelp escaped her lips as she felt another egg-vibrator pressed into her ass as well. She squealed and moaned, squirming and shuddering, until finally she came, spasms wracking her body, screaming as she felt her juices squirting out of her sex, before she felt herself collapse, moaning, breathing heavily, and passed out from the intensity.