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Tru Potential

... did the material look a bit lumpy on the side? She ran her hand over that area and felt something, long and thin under the fabric. She pulled the material away from her chest and glanced down to see a series of wires cris-crossing through the inside of the bra, all coming together to small metal discs in the center of each cup, directly where her nipples rested. Her bra had beenelectrified. That was the sensation she had felt, that had turned her tits to fire and made her pussy revolt against her. "WHAT THE FUCK?" she said yet again, and a small sob escaped her mouth as panic once again started to grab her. Reaching behind her back, she tried to unhook the bra clasp but instead found what she knew from the feel of it to be yet another of those small but powerful padlocks. "FUCK!!"

That was 5 hours ago. There had been no sleep after that; only the constant knowledge that someone, or MORE than just one, had somehow gotten into her hotel room, overpowered and drugged her and forcibly put these contraptions ON and IN her. After the initial inspection in the mirror, she had gone directly to the phone between the two double beds in the hotel room to call the front desk and ask for them to call the police. That call, however, never happened once she saw the note in front of the phone sitting on the dark walnut table, resting next to a single white carnation. At the sight of the note and flower, her legs gave out and she sank slowly to the floor to rest her back against the ...

... bed, which set off another small shudder between her legs as the vibrator adjusted inside her to compensate for the change in pressure. She stayed there for quite a while, working out what she was going to do next. What the HELL was she going to do?

Fast forward to two hours ago. After a short cab ride from the hotel to the auditorium, now in full costume, she was ready to do this. Her fire-red hair sprayed to stay exactly where she needed it to, her makeup applied perfectly with the lipstick to match her hair and that damned electrified bra and her smile firmly in place for all to see. The green button-down shirt was open just enough to show her signature cleavage and plenty of red bra which complimented her hair and makeup, and also covered the parts of the bra that held the wires and that fucking padlock. Everything looked normal - no one would be the wiser and she would not attract any extra attention. The tight green shorts came just below her ass, and covered the material of the belt from unwanted eyes. She had to wonder, if she had chosen one of her 'skimpier' outfits, say Harley or Punisher, that would not have hidden the belt, would her attackers still have carried this out? How did they know that their prey was going to wear something that would hide their hardware so completely?

The vendor and attraction entrance into the facility had opened early to allow everyone access to set up and get in place before the 10am doors opened to the public. Security was using ...