Sora is starting to feel bored, and that scares her.
She wants to say it’s been a few days since she first woke up in this strange room, but with no way to tell the time, she can only base it on how many times she went to sleep and woke up (four times, so does that mean four days?). It was extremely embarrassing at first, waking up and realizing she’s wearing nothing but a strange straitjacket that leaves her breasts, pussy, and ass bare (and a gag in her mouth, if that counts as clothing), but after some time has passed and since there’s no one else around anyway, the embarrassment has gradually faded away.
The same goes for her fear. When she first woke up, she was panicking, frantically struggling to get out of her restraints and screaming into her gag all the while. Now that time has passed, that initial panic has settled into a vague sense of dread at the pit of her stomach. But that in itself worries her. She feels like she should be more scared.
Maybe it has something to do with the strange room she’s in. It’s quite small, with white walls, floor, and ceiling. A single light on the ceiling keeps the room brightly lit. It’s very clean, spotless, almost clinical. It reminds her of hospitals and office buildings - places where one shouldn’t have all of their private parts exposed. It’s also quite a sparse room. There’s a bed tucked in one corner, a desk and chair next to it, a toilet tucked in an opposite corner, and that’s it.
Installed in the desk is a screen where she can play some simple games. That is how she’s been spending most of her time in this room. There seems to be a randomized collection of games that gets renewed every day - yesterday was chess and connect four, today is dots and boxes and tic tac toe. She can play by tapping the screen with her nose. There’s nothing else the screen can do but play games, she’s tried fiddling around with it.
Sora chews down on the leather puck behind her gag as the computer won its third game of tic tac toe in a row when her stomach starts rumbling. Almost immediately, like clockwork, a section of the wall slides away, revealing what Sora has taken to call as her ‘restaurant’.
In reality, it is only a rubber nozzle (that Sora has to try very hard to ignore how phallic it looks) that dispenses water and a rubber slit that dispenses food. Sora would kneel in front of it, upon which her gag would unlock itself and let her eat and drink, before fastening itself on her mouth when she’s finished. She has learned not to speak when her gag is removed. The first time this happened, she tried asking aloud exactly what is going on, only for the gag to immediately reapply itself, and it must have been hours before the gag would unlock itself again. By then, Sora was already parched and starving.
Like usual, Sora knelt in front of the rubber devices, and like usual, her gag unfastens itself from her mouth to dangle around her neck. She takes a moment to lick her lips and stretch her jaw, but wastes not a single second more. First, she takes the rubber nozzle into her mouth and starts sucking, running her lips up and down the shaft, becoming more and more accustomed with the motions each time she does it. She keeps at it, until she’s rewarded when a stream of refreshing water starts to trickle into her mouth, wetting her dry throat. The reward drives her further, repeating the motion with even more vigor, moaning into the nozzle as more water enters her mouth.
Once Sora is satisfied, she shifts to the rubber slit. She buries her mouth in the slit and plunges her tongue in deep, and starts probing around inside. It doesn’t take long for her to find the nutritional mush inside, and she starts lapping it up enthusiastically. The mush doesn’t taste like anything, but it is fulfilling, and a satisfied hum leaves her lips almost involuntarily. Like with the nozzle, she’s growing more adept at this, at the act of licking inside the slit and taking the mush into her mouth. More eager, too.
Once the mush in the slit is all gone, Sora sucks out a little more water from the nozzle to wash it all down, and steps back from the rubber devices. It slides back inside the wall, her panel gag fastens itself back over her mouth, and she plops down on her bed, feeling full and satisfied. Feeling a little warm and lightheaded too, like she always does every time she finishes eating. A little more at ease with her situation, every time.
Sora sighs. This has been her life for the past few… days? Has it been longer? At this point, she’s almost stopped wishing to be let out, or rescued, just to have something happen. Anything.
That thought lingers with Sora until her eyes flutters to a close, and she drifts into a deep sleep.
