### Chapter 6

Warnings: Torture, Breath Play

Trapped in my round rubber prison I was left to think about what I had gotten myself into. All this alone time gave me a chance to feel all the summersaults in my stomach again. The prune juice and formula sloshed around in me. Suddenly I started to fall sideways and panicked. I could hear the two ladies howl with laughter. They clearly noticed my flinch. I felt myself get rolled slowly upside down, and then back up again. I was taken by cramps again and before I had a chance to breath through them back around I went. This time I was kept upside down. Then back up again.

We were moving! I was being rolled down the corridor. Along we rolled for a little while and finally it stopped. I was thankfully right side up. I could hear muffled conversation. I strained to hear the content but could not. The tone came through just fine however. It was the kind of banter you would trade back and forth when you were waiting for something. Then a massive click and I heard what sounded like doors opening and I felt myself get rolled onto a carpeted surface. Then suddenly the entirety of my rubber prison was lit up bright. I heard The Directors amplified voice, but couldn't quite make out what he said, and what sounded like applause. Was I on a stage?

I heard him speak for a little while , but was unable to catch what he was saying. Then suddenly I was rolling quite quickly—which shot me into a panic. I could hear the applause start suddenly and grow and grow. What was happening? I was slowing down and came to a stop upside down. My stomach gurgled and another wave of cramps hit. Then I was whacked very hard on the ass with something that felt like sharp fire. I yelped through the gag. I heard the laughter of a small crowd before quite suddenly being pitched forward. Now I was right side up, completely disoriented and instead of butterflies in my stomach I was pretty sure I had pigeons.

"And now Christine will give us a full demo of the Vetruvian Vac Bed." I heard The Director say clearly through my earbuds.

"It can handle the weight of any adult less than 350 pounds, and a reinforcement upgrade if you need it. The unit comes with reusable mouth-gag and nose tubes that are easily sterilizable with boiling water. We provide an easy to use clip so that you can restrict the airways of one, or all three."

Suddenly I could no longer breathe. There wasn't any air to pull out of any of the tubes.

"Of course, safety is our number one priority, and you can see that there is a pulse oximeter connected to the display near the head. Here we know by the reading our little one inside must be starting to panic. That's alright, we have a little while to go before we need to worry."

"Our special quick drying liquid latex application allow you to set up strategically placed holes. We're happy to report that we have finished making both the nipples and bottom available..."

Just then I could feel someone grab my nipples sharply and twist them really hard. I yelped into my gag.

"What's that little one? I thought I heard something, lets take the mic over to her. Christine, please do that again so we can show off how quiet this is."

Again I felt the sharp sharp pain in my nipples and I yelped into my gag. He was right, I could hear it inside, but it seemed like none of the sound transmitted through.

Just then the headphones cut out and I could hear the Director speaking. I was running out of air and really starting to panic now. Should I press the button? Surely now is not the right time. I was already in heaps of trouble, and while I found everything pretty intense and enjoyable so far, I had no idea how far this would go.

"Ok little one, if you want to breathe again, press the button."

I wasted no time. My thumb hit the button and I heard the buzzing, not a second later I could finally breath again.

"As you can see, we've provided an external microphone wired to earbuds inside that you can easily turn off and on. You can see whether or not your charge can hear you based on the icon above their head, next to the heart rate and oxygen content. We're working on getting a line on a more accurate set of oximeters, but as always, play safe!"

"Speak to your hostesses Anna or Ester for pre-orders. We'll make the Vetruvian Vac Bed available for demo after we eat. In the meantime, enjoy your dinner!"

There was applause all around, and I heard the clinking of silverware against plates, the clinking of glass and the laughter of friends. I was stuck inside my rubber prison feeling deep cramps every minutes or so. I slipped into the terrible rhythm of being stuck in timelessness while the cramps and the conversational din outside carried on. It would have been easier if I couldn't hear what was going on outside, but I think that was the point.

I was sweating, i was getting parched and the nostril tubes were bothering me. My jaw felt sore with the massive gag in place. My rear end and chest were freezing cold where they were exposed to the room, but underneath the rubber I was hot. I needed to pee but I was scared of using the diaper. Did I mention the cramps? The prune juice was certainly doing something! Had it been that long ago or was that still the castor oil?

After what seemed like hours I started to hear voices.

"Well Christine, you've certainly outdone yourself." It was an older gentleman's voice.

"Thank you! We could have shown off the basic version, but suddenly this opportunity sprang up." Christine replied, while tapping me lightly on the face.

"Oh?"

"Yes, he made quite a spectacular mess of his pretty pink diaper in my office today." The Director responded.

There was a round of "Uh ohs" and "oh boys". There must have been a small crowd of 20 people nearby. I could hear them clearly through the microphone, but I got the impression that was the point.

"How long has he been here?" Another voice asked

"SHE has been here for... about... 6 hours." Christine responded

"6 HOURS?!? And already she is a floor model?"

"You should have seen what she did to The Directors office today. She is in for a very long stay."

"Can you do that?" Someone else asked this time a little too eagerly for my taste.

"No, we have a maximum of two weeks, but we will squeeze every ounce and every hour out of her that we can." Christine replied.

"So she's clearly yours." Someone else offered

"It seems that way, though she will prove to be quite a handful. I'm going to need a lot of help with this one. Just transporting her is already proving be a pain. She is to be in strict bondage the whole stay."

"That 9 point harness stroller design of yours?"

"Yup. Cleaning her was a bitch. Luckily I had help."

The Director interjected "That reminds me, I brought the sample. Shall we start with our first demo?"

"Of course sir" Christine replied. I felt Christine start to fiddle with the tubes again. First the mouth tube was closed off and then something was happening with the nostril tubes.