Wednesday, October 1, 2008
She woke suddenly, and the pain in her shoulders reminded her. She had blacked out with her arms held behind her by the restraints, body slumped forward in the chair. She let out a pitiful moan as she remembered where she was. How long had she been attached to that simple piece of furniture? As her blurred sight began to clear, she caught sight of his white coat. Something about it made her gasp, startled, recoiling instinctively. She slowly became more aware of her own state. She could barely move, but didn't want to. Every joint hurt. Her nose ached, and she tasted the blood seeping from it. There was a pool of it, dark red, on the floor below her. She coughed, and felt the rawness of her mouth, her throat gummy with his sour taste. Her wrists and ankles were raw and chafed from the cuffs that held them. Her breasts and buttocks were red and inflamed, soon to be black and blue. And her open sex, pressed bare against the fluid-slick wooden seat, was swollen and sore from violent penetrations she'd lost count of long before she'd passed out.
His hands, the hands which had done those things, were gentle with her as he unlatched the restraints. She moaned, sliding down onto the filthy concrete. He clipped the leash to her collar and muttered a few insincere comforts, which she didn't hear. She merely whimpered quietly, and a few sobs escaped. They were somewhat joyful sobs; she was free of the chair. Then the leash jerked her up, and forward, and she glanced back at that chair, simple and silent in the middle of the room, the inanimate accomplice. She followed him dutifully back to her cell. To her proper place, he had told her.
The room with the chair was silent for a while, as the blood seeped noiselessly down through the grate in the floor. Then the steel door slid open again, and a woman in the same type of starched white coat stalked in, stiletto heels clicking, leading a burly young man in a stout harness. The man was naked, except for the leather straps binding his hands and body. His protests were muffled by the leather panel buckled across his mouth. The door closed, and the woman turned to him, adjusting her glasses while keeping the leash taut. Her dark eyes narrowed, and she smiled.
"There, you see? It's just a chair..."
The MadScience Durance Captive Chair is now available at our new location in Mikianna, or through OnRez online shopping. Part of the new Durance line of gritty roleplay accessories, and one of the finest pieces of fetish-themed furniture available. Perfect for for any dungeon, bunker or interrogation room, the chair features sculpted prim craftsmanship, 33 original animations, chains, ropes, and plenty of delicious malice. You've been wanting it since you saw it in the back room of the Clinic. Now you can have it.
features
- Sculpted-prim, baked-texure construction- 19 prims including floor shadow
- Open-source MLPv2c poseball engine
- Open-source CISS scripts for chains (can be modded for any animation)
- 33 original animations made specifically for this item
- Male-on-female, Female-on-female, Female-on-male and Male-on-male pose combinations
- Floor texture effects for shadow and blood
- Mod-Copy-No Trans means you can outfit your private prison with as many as you please
Have fun.
