Mata Hari is hogtied tightly, her arms folded behind her back and secured to her ankles. She's wearing a tight catsuit that clings to her every curve, the designer fabric encasing her body like a second skin. But most embarrassingly, her panties have been yanked up over her head, covering her face in her own sweaty underwear.

The catsuit is a perfect recreation of Samus Aran's iconic armor from the Metroid games. It hugs her slender waist and flares out at her hips, showcasing the swell of her *ss. The titties strain against the material, nipples poking out like pencil erasers.

But even more humiliating than the catsuit is how her panties are plastered over her face. They're a silky bl*ck string bikini, and she's been wearing them for 2 days. They reek of her musky arousal and the crotch is stained with her juices. Now she's left to inhale and taste her own pungent aroma as the fabric clings to her nose and is held into her mouth with a very filling b*ll gag.

As if the humiliation wasn't enough, she's been tied up and left to stew in her bratty attitude. The hogtie has her hands pulled taut behind her back, with more rope harnessing her entire torso, pinning her arms in position. Her legs are bent up so her back arches, presenting her plump *ss into the air. The crotchrope separates her *ss cheeks and accentuates her tight l*ttle c*ck package in front.

Hardest of all though, is the vibrator pressed between her legs. It's a big phallic toy with a fat mushroom head and long shaft. It's been notched under the bulge of her c*ck and b*lls, wedged in her crotch so the tip nestles against her sensitive tip. The vibrator b*zzes with a powerful thrum, teasing her ruthlessly.

It's maddening, the constant stimulation building and building her arousal. Her c*ck swells and throbs, the catsuit providing delicious pressure around her shaft. She squirms and writhes, trying to grind against the vibrator, but only manages to make herself more desperate. She's so close, right on the edge of cumming, but frustratingly held back.

Tears of need leak from her eyes, smearing her makeup. Drool dribbles down her chin and soaks into the panties covering her face. She whimpers and moans, her voice muffled. The vibrations seem to reverberate through her whole body, making her *sshole clench around nothing. Her d*ck j*rks in the confines of the catsuit, the tension excruciating.

"F*ck, f*ck, fuuuck," she whines pathetically, too far gone to care how she sounds. "P-pleeease, I'm gonna- I'm gonna c*m! I need- need to c*m so bad!"

Her pleas echo in the empty room, pitiful and desperate. There's no one to hear her, no one coming to release her or grant her *rgasm. She's just a bratty trans sl*t, left to s*ffer for her misdeeds. Only Shiny knows when he'll return, if ever.

All she can do is squirm and wiggle in her bonds, the vibrator driving her wild with lust. The catsuit creaks and strains around her body, shiny fabric shining with a damp sheen of sweat. Her c*ck throbs and pulses, leaking copious amounts of precum into the skintight garment.

She's lost track of time, lost in a haze of horniness. Hours could have p*ssed, days even. Time loses all meaning as she's consumed by the relentless b*zzing between her legs. The vibrator is her whole world, the only thing she can focus on.

Just when she thinks she can't take anymore, Shiny enters and ungags her. He rolls her onto her side and holds the vibrator in the spot that he knows will make Hari c*m hard, but Hari adorably demands he puts her gag back in. "I don't want to c*m without my gag!"

Shiny chuckles "Still the brat I see." He buckles her b*ll gag back tighter than before and then grinds the toy into her bulge, draining her b*lls and filling her catsuit.

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