Twilight squirmed, trying to free her forehooves. With a ring blocking her magic, she was trapped – there was no way to free herself from the latex bodysuit that clung tightly to her.
Vibrators hummed away, nearly vacuum-sealed in place against her body by the tight material, with no hope of displacing them no matter how hard she flailed.
And she thrashed, desperately trying to either get out or get off, but with the hypnosis keeping her from orgasm and the horn ring shoving down any attempts at pushing herself over with the sensitive keratin, neither freedom nor her were coming any time soon.
Her newly-pierced clit bulged against the rubbery surface, leaving a pair of lumps visible for a brief moment each time she dragged the nub and its attached vibrator piercing, triggering muffled wails and grunts from the incredible spikes of overstimulated pleasure they brought her.
The hypnogoggles were grabbing every thought that wasn’t already about coming, and driving it toward how hot and horny she was. She couldn’t think about anything but the sensations wracking her body, and how much she needed to cum. She was being put under incredible pressure, it was building and building inside her with no release in sight, and she quietly feared she would shatter.
An hour? Ten hours? Days? She had no idea how long she had already been subjected to this, or how mich longer would be left. Part of her worrying that it might never end. A newly forming part of her hoping it didn’t. Hoping her body would keep throbbing and squirming and shivering, silently pleading for master to shatter her mind with her first orgasm, an orgasm that would never come.
She wanted to come.
The goggles won’t let her.