A loud chime made Kino jerk her head from the floor; drug induced haze quickly fading as she blinked, taking in her surroundings.

The petite blitzle found herself laying in the middle of an empty space; its entirety a smooth white; seamless, edgeless, and evenly lit with no source.  Nothing to allow her any sense of distance or dimension.

She was opening her mouth to speak when the chime sounded again.

“Attention, Slave Eight-Three-One.  Your auction has concluded, you will now be prepared according to your buyer’s order, in preparation for shipment.”

The voice which spoke in her thoughts was calm, even, and sent a shiver down her spine.

Kino was shaking as she frantically looked around for the source, or anything in the white space where she could direct her plea, “W-wait, pl-”

She was interrupted by a dull cracking that shot through the air as eight white-gloved hands popped into existence, circled around her.

With an undignified squeak, Kino madly tried to scramble to her hooves; but against the smooth, slippery flooring she accomplished very little in the instant before the hands were there.

One grabbed onto each of her legs; half pinning her to floor on her side, while the upper pair lifted her legs, spreading them painfully wide and rolling her slightly onto her back.  Another grabbed into her mane from behind, clenching tight and pulling the hairs as it held her head in place.

Kino’s eyes were watering from the pain, her heart pounding as she tried to force herself from the hands’ grip; efforts which amounted to little more than squirming in their clutches.  And there were still three left.  From what she could see from the corner of her eye, they were just floating there above her head, one holding a container of some kind while the other two dug inside it.

When the two hands lifted out and began to move towards her face it shot another shiver down her spine, the fingers were coated in some kind of transparent pink gel.  She tried desperately to get away, to thrash her head as they came ever closer, but with the little she managed to move the hand holding her mane pulled harder, making her yelp and tear up anew as it held her roughly in place.

And then the hands were there.  Their fingers one each at a time invading her mouth and sliding deep, pressing around all over as they smeared her cheeks and tongue with the substance.

Whatever it was, it was stingingly sour, almost like an aspear berry.  She tried to fight the hands off, but between the sourness and the pain from the hand holding her head, they easily had their way with her mouth, keeping it pried open as they continued to feel around inside.  Fingers rubbing over her gums, squeezing and pulling on her tongue.

The hands just wouldn’t stop rubbing, but as they did, another sensation crept up underneath the taste.  Warmth.  Not spicy, but a pleasant, tingly warmth that spread slowly through her sinuses and down into her throat.

Kino tried to wrap her head around what was happening, but that was when the final hand came, ever so delicately gliding over her marehood to apply its own slick of gel.

Had she not been so forcefully restrained, Kino would have rocketed into the air.  Instead she squirmed as hard as she could, blush lighting fire to her face as the intimacy of the invasion.  The hand didn’t stop with a single swipe though; as she tried to put up what feeble resistance she could, it simply continued to glide the single finger over her marehood, back and forth, over and over with the barest pressure.

The spreading of the warmth was much more immediate from below, her entire lower body pulsing with heat as the tingle traveled up her spine.

She was panting now, lewd mewls muffled by the hands stuffed into her mouth, drool dribbling down them and her cheek.  Warmth dulled the pain, and she found herself fixated more and more on the finger as it continued its torturously slow movement.  Need filled her thoughts, even though she didn’t understand why, she wanted it to press down harder; but no matter how she tried to squirm or stretch, the hand moved with her, keeping its distance.

By the time the time the hands finally withdrew from her mouth, Kino was a writhing, drooling mess, beside herself with needs her addled brain could barely understand.  When the hand tugged her head back she didn’t fight it at all, until the rubber phallus she found herself staring at head-on snapped her back to reality.

It was bigger around than both her front legs, bright purple, with a hole down the center where a real one would be, and covered in some kind of clear liquid.

Kino didn’t have any time to think about what species it might have belonged to, why it was there, or anything else.  As her mouth was still wide open from panting the hands wasted no time and wedged the tip of the dildo inside immediately.  Instinct made her bite down has hard as she could, fighting against fatigue and the fog buzzing inside her head, trying to convince her to let go.

There was no way she could prevent it, but if she could just stall a little longer was all she could think of as she put everything left into the struggle to keep her mouth closed.

Focusing so much on the dildo, Kino didn’t even notice the upper hand on her hind leg bending it forward.  What she did notice was when the finger that had been stroking her marehood suddenly plunged straight to the base into her anus.

With the mixture of aphrodisiac gel and her own juices the finger’s penetration didn’t so much hurt as it did surprise her.  All the same, she let out a pained yelp.  One that was muffled in the next instant by the hands forcing the toy all the way into her mouth.

Trying to bite back down and stop it proved completely futile, and almost as if the controller of the hands realized this at the same time Kino did, the dildo’s progress slowed greatly.  It stretched her jaws painfully as it moved at a crawl across her tongue, the tasteless liquid offering very little lubrication to its motion.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as the toy was pushed all the way to the back of her throat.  When it touched, her stomach screwed up in a knot and she squirmed hard against the hands, but all they did was grip her tighter, pulling her head back more so the rubber phallus had a better angle of entry, and then they pushed it deeper.

Kino gagged immediately, convulsing as she dry heaved, her body trying to reject the intrusion.  The uncaring hands merely continued to push on the toy, and she heaved again and again as it ever so slowly inched down her throat.  Another heave as her throat was stretched with the increasing width of rubber, a very visible bulge showing its progress from the outside.

The phallus began to curve, and as it continued to be pushed deeper, the hand forced her head back down into a natural position to accommodate it.  It barely even registered that the fluid coating the toy had finally numbed her gag reflex as she was forced to swallow still more of the length of rubber with only a few small shudders.

By the time the toy was almost completely inside, Kino’s head was swimming from the pain and fatigue, but her eyes still widened as she took in what was attached to its end.  It was a pair of straps coming out from the base of the toy, and another pair looped around those from the outside.

Had the toy not already been rooted firmly in her throat, she would have backed away from it, shook her head, or any type of resistance.  As it was, all she could manage was a pitiful, muffled whimper as the rubber phallus lodged in place and the straps were pulled around the back of her head.

With a soft clink, the main strap was secured in place, then the hands pulled it tight.  Kino let out another muffled cry as the loop around her muzzle was clasped and cinched even tighter, the strap digging into her skin as it was tightened further than necessary to hold in place.

Then the blue glow of psychic power lit up the locking mechanism on the strap.

Kino could only stare in horror as the mechanism melted into itself, tears welling anew in her eyes as the latch completely disappeared, leaving no way for it to be opened again.  She was in such shock that she didn’t even notice the length of piping that a pair of hands brought up and attached to one of the two ports jutting from the end of the gag.

After being attached, one hand lifted the bulb at the other end of the tube and began to give it a series of squeezes.  Kino’s attention was snapped sharply back into focus as she felt the phallus begin to grow.

With each squeeze it pressed out just a little further.  She screamed into the gag, helpless to stop it as her throat felt that it would burst, or her jaw would snap as the growing dildo completely filled it, forcing it wider.

But there was no release.  The pressure simply kept increasing, pump after pump.

The strap around her jaw was just a line of pain, the end of the the dildo in her mouth and her throat both bulged obscenely from the massive length filling her.  Finally the pumping stopped, and the tube was removed, a valve inside keeping all the pressure in place.

Kino was seeing stars, from what she could see through the tears that filled her vision.  It was the most intense pain she had ever felt, so much that she didn’t even realize that the hands had completely released her limbs, leaving her to lay on the floor like a limp sack of mare.  So she just lay there, the sound of labored breaths through her nose echoing in her head.

Then the hands were there again, and her head was lifted from the floor.  Wincing as her eyes focused slowly, Kino looked up at the large bucket being held aloft by two of the hands, while others dipped paint brushes into it, bringing them up coated in a dull yellow goo.

The brushes were rapidly brought to her head and began their work; applying a thin, even layer of the newest substance all over her face and neck.

It had such a distinctive smell, she probably would have recognized it instantly if not for the pain, nausea, and arousal clouding her mind, but little by little it came to her.  Glue.  The realization made her heart jump, and a fresh wave of contractions turn her stomach.

Even without the hands holding her down, all she could manage to do was squirm, and so the hands continued their task.

Coat the cheeks.  Coat the neck.  Coat the gag harness.

She tried to wince, whimpering as a brush caressed her forehead.  An attempt to yelp was strangled by the dildo gag as a pair or brushes plunged into her ears, smearing the glue around until they were completely filled.

Laden brushes assaulted her mane, plastering it to the back of her head.

Her body was trembling as she sobbed, staring absently at the ends of the brushes as they lapped almost lovingly at her head, single-minded in their ticklish work.  Only her eyes and nose escaped coverage.

Tears blurred the hands as they withdrew, dropping brushes back into the bucket.  They couldn’t wait for the glue to harden, already they were bringing something else towards her.

Through the haze of tears she stared into the mass of darkness they held; a rubber mask.  All she could do was whimper as it was guided over her muzzle, the ports in her gag lodged into the only two openings at the front.

Pulling it tight against the dildo, it was dragged backwards carefully, the hands not guiding it serving to smooth it out after, pressing the rubber down firmly into the glue.

Terror was racing through Kino’s mind, enough that she didn’t even notice as more hands lodged small plugs deep into the glue filling her ear canals.  The hood was pulled tighter as it went over her eyes, which she squinted shut, crying out against the gag as darkness took her.  Breathing was becoming harder, the further her head was covered, rapid, panicked breaths only pulling it closer against her coat.

Her ears were slipped into their sockets.

Her heartbeat was rising faster, the hood was pulled all the way down her neck, glue squishing out the bottom, leaking a little down her back and chest.

There was no air left in the hood now.  Every breath just dug the rubber further into her nostril.  At first she had only been able to smell the glue, but as her lungs ached for air, and she struggled to breathe in anything, new scents clawed at her sinuses.  Rubber.  Urine.  Those sour berries.  Something she couldn’t quite place, musty, salty; like a boy’s locker room.

Sparks danced in the darkness of her closed eyes, her head was spinning as every attempted breath was filled with the cloyingly warm scent drilling deeper into her senses.  Her lungs were on fire, stomach churning.

Unable to take it any more, she heaved, her stomach squeezing as it tried to empty, but nothing could get past the dildo lodged in her throat.

All she could do was lay there, waiting for an end that never came, all of her willpower drained as pain engulfed her body.

A new object was wrapped slowly around her neck, over the mask; a thick red collar, a metal tag in the center marked with her number.  It was pulled extra tight before being locked on, her resulting whimper unable to be heard through the muffling of the gag and mask.

Her marehood was covered in a small strip of rubber, pulled tight and smoothed until it wouldn’t have even been noticeable if it had been the same color as her coat.

There was only one step left now, as a small nozzle was pushed slowly into her anus and a tube connected to the second port on her gag.  Kino barely noticed the new intrusions, even after they began pumping a gentle flow of the aphrodisiac gel into her from both ends.

Warmth quickly swelled inside her, the tingling filling her stomach and nethers even as it shot straight to her brain.  Kino squirmed and moaned into the gag, her underside was tingling and throbbing with need as more unfamiliar thoughts swirled through her head.

As her heart and head pounded, she found herself trying to pant again; hard, sharp breaths.  There was still nothing to breathe in except the rubber.  Even as the scent turned her stomach again, something was different this time.

Each breath made her flush with warmth, her nethers throbbing.  The possibility that she was actually enjoying this scared her and made her stomach turn all the faster.  Curling up, she heaved again to no avail.  The reflexive breath she tried to take afterwards made sparks flare in the blackness of her vision again; and all down her body, making her squirm and tremble.

Her entire being burned, throbbed, ached.  With what feeble strength she could muster, Kino tried to reach down to her marehood, to get what little relief she could.  Her hoof didn’t move at all.

At some point while she had been so out of it, the hands had locked all of her hooves together in some kind of unyielding rubber stock.

That was when the egg inside her marehood began to vibrate.  Hardly anything at all, just a teasing little buzz, enough to send another spark straight up her spine, juices dribbling from a port in the strip sealing her shut.

She whined and moaned into the gag, squirming helplessly; lungs and loins both burning desperately for relief that would never come.  Time no longer had any meaning, this was her eternity now.

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Bill of Sale

Slave Number: 831
Name: [Kino]
Species: Blitzle
Age: [7]

Equipment: Deepthroat dildo gag with expansion and feeder input.  Scent-impregnated rubber hood (fresh rubber, urine, aspear berry, and cum).  Sound cancelling ear plugs.  Chastity seal.  In-line rubber stock (4 hole).  Locking collar.

Conditionals: Permanent life support.  Gag suppressant.  Aphrodisiac saturation.  Permanent orgasm denial.  Permanent suffocation.

Cost

Auction:	00,350 V
Addons:	23,050 V

Total:		23,400 V

Thank you for your purchase, please enjoy your new property.