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Placed in a vice and cracked open, its intricate innards were splayed across the table, burnt and damaged systems and parts already thrown into the nearby discard pile. With how awful the suit was, it at least couldn't be said she wasn't productive under pressure.[/i]\n\n[i]Despite the impossible need, Novina's fingers didn't even twitch while she worked, her focus wavering under the unyielding onslaught but her motions continuing with the help of those damnable nanites. Her heartbeat hammered against her chest as if trying to escape, her eyes occasionally closed tight in one of the very few instances she was allowed to react. Every now and then, she was allowed a pause to take a deep breath, to regain her composure... before the suit would kick back to life once again.[/i]\n\n[i]She couldn't bite her lip, couldn't grind her hips, or even flinch at the sheer [/i]intensity [i]of it all. The nanites were tireless overseers, ensuring her outward reactions remained unaltered, no matter how much her body yearned to respond. It was a challenge, to say the least, carrying out her work with the same level of professionalism and efficiency.[/i]\n\n[i]No one, not even Dubrais, could stop the mind-sundering torment, either. [/i]That [i]thought alone forced the suit to stop touching her, the guilty rush of horrified arousal at the thought of [/i]five more months[i] of this. Each casual conversation, each routine inspection, each drone repaired was a small victory against the tireless onslaught of her suit, her constant warden keeping her prisoner within her own body.[/i]\n\n[i]It was during Novina's celebration of one of these small victories that Dubrais entered his office, his gaze fixed on the luminescent glow of a holoscreen tablet. He looked to be reviewing schematics, tapping and swiping with practiced ease, a controlled flicker in his purple eyes registering the presence of his assistant.[/i]\n\n[i]\"Mornin', Novina,\" he called without lifting his gaze, his voice carrying a noticeable undercurrent of amusement. \"How's the drone coming along?\"[/i]\n\n[i]Novina's throat tensed at the sound of his voice, her vocal chords forcing out an answer around the slew of internal curses and swears at her boss,[/i]\n\n[i]\"It's going well, just a few more adjustments to the power distribution and a replacement plasma pump and this one's fixed.\" Her own voice was forced to sound tranquil, as opposed to letting her give voice to the raging inferno her body was experiencing. The nanites likewise moderated her speech, not allowing her to drop the swears and curses she wanted to scream at Dubrais but otherwise allowing her reply to be her own.[/i]\n\n[i]Dubrais finished with his tablet and approached, the air seemed to thicken in anticipation— Dubrais’ excitement to tease his employee, and Novina's despair at the teasing to come. He slid in behind Novina easily, carefully, hands finding their way to the front of her partially unzipped jumpsuit. His fingertips teased along her sensitive body, adding a more tangible dimension of sensation to the already overwhelming stimulation of the suit.[/i]\n\n[i]Internally Novina howled, a silent scream snuffed out by the relentless control of the nanites. Her body [/i]ached [i]to buck, to shiver and succumb to the relentless pleasure, as Dubrais' hands roamed with a maddeningly deliberate, unhurried intent...[/i]\n\n\n-----\n\nYou can read the rest of the story over HERE:\n[url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55342751/]https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55342751/[/url]\n[url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55342751/]https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55342751/[/url]\n[url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55342751/]https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55342751/[/url]\n\nIt's pretty delicious food for body control and/or orgasm denial and/or Novina enjoyers. ::) i commissioned Argus for it, and it was so good i couldn't not draw something to go with it!\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]","description_bbcode_parsed":"Forty-five days.

That's how many days passed in an endless haze of blazing need, each one bleeding into the next as Novina adjusted to the unpredictable rhythm of her sealed-on suit.

Now, on day forty-six, she was seated at a large work table in Dubrais' office, her narrow fingers working swiftly on a small, sparking repair drone. Placed in a vice and cracked open, its intricate innards were splayed across the table, burnt and damaged systems and parts already thrown into the nearby discard pile. With how awful the suit was, it at least couldn't be said she wasn't productive under pressure.

Despite the impossible need, Novina's fingers didn't even twitch while she worked, her focus wavering under the unyielding onslaught but her motions continuing with the help of those damnable nanites. Her heartbeat hammered against her chest as if trying to escape, her eyes occasionally closed tight in one of the very few instances she was allowed to react. Every now and then, she was allowed a pause to take a deep breath, to regain her composure... before the suit would kick back to life once again.

She couldn't bite her lip, couldn't grind her hips, or even flinch at the sheer intensity of it all. The nanites were tireless overseers, ensuring her outward reactions remained unaltered, no matter how much her body yearned to respond. It was a challenge, to say the least, carrying out her work with the same level of professionalism and efficiency.

No one, not even Dubrais, could stop the mind-sundering torment, either. That thought alone forced the suit to stop touching her, the guilty rush of horrified arousal at the thought of five more months of this. Each casual conversation, each routine inspection, each drone repaired was a small victory against the tireless onslaught of her suit, her constant warden keeping her prisoner within her own body.

It was during Novina's celebration of one of these small victories that Dubrais entered his office, his gaze fixed on the luminescent glow of a holoscreen tablet. He looked to be reviewing schematics, tapping and swiping with practiced ease, a controlled flicker in his purple eyes registering the presence of his assistant.

"Mornin', Novina," he called without lifting his gaze, his voice carrying a noticeable undercurrent of amusement. "How's the drone coming along?"

Novina's throat tensed at the sound of his voice, her vocal chords forcing out an answer around the slew of internal curses and swears at her boss,

"It's going well, just a few more adjustments to the power distribution and a replacement plasma pump and this one's fixed." Her own voice was forced to sound tranquil, as opposed to letting her give voice to the raging inferno her body was experiencing. The nanites likewise moderated her speech, not allowing her to drop the swears and curses she wanted to scream at Dubrais but otherwise allowing her reply to be her own.

Dubrais finished with his tablet and approached, the air seemed to thicken in anticipation— Dubrais’ excitement to tease his employee, and Novina's despair at the teasing to come. He slid in behind Novina easily, carefully, hands finding their way to the front of her partially unzipped jumpsuit. His fingertips teased along her sensitive body, adding a more tangible dimension of sensation to the already overwhelming stimulation of the suit.

Internally Novina howled, a silent scream snuffed out by the relentless control of the nanites. Her body ached to buck, to shiver and succumb to the relentless pleasure, as Dubrais' hands roamed with a maddeningly deliberate, unhurried intent...


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You can read the rest of the story over HERE:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55342751/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55342751/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55342751/

It's pretty delicious food for body control and/or orgasm denial and/or Novina enjoyers. ::) i commissioned Argus for it, and it was so good i couldn't not draw something to go with it!

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