<b><u>Character Name</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Abigail Chase</span><br/><b><u>Wearing</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Shiny skintight Totally Spies themed latex catsuit (black/pewter) with helmet/long gloves/matching ankle boots and belt</span><br/><b><u>Location</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Freezing cold escape room #1, first challenge.</span><br/><b><u>Tagging | Mentioning</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Pleasuring herself furiously</span><br/><b><u>Afflictions | Notes</u></b>:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Cold, her really hard nipples cause the tight latex catsuit to tent over her nipples.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">Abbey was really apprehensive of the upcoming challenge, but by now she had resigned herself to going through with this. Luckily, Sarah's attitude and the fact that this is her fantasy made real had her level of excitement grow higher than her level of apprehension, so this was at least a good start. As the latex encased sisters entered the first challenge room and the rules of the first challenge were given to them, Abbey would loudly objected with a </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"TEN MINUTES ?! We're not men you know!!!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">, in reference to the fact that women usually take a lot longer to 'get there' then men do, so this was going to be a really hard challenge to beat.<br/>
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The bit about the first sister unlocking the door for all, but the two other sisters losing a point was something that really interested Abigail. She realized that her sisters were identical to her, which meant that if ANY of the sisters ever got to the point where they had to reveal their identity, the audience would quickly work out who the other two candidates were. So, the sisters would have to work together to 'spread out' the point loss over time. Abbey would have to try and communicate this to her sisters in a way that didn't reveal who they were, so Abbey said </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Try not to lose points, but let's not compete against each other. Let's work together throughout this game to ensure than none of us get to zero, got it?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">. Abbey hoped that her sisters would be as quick to figure out that math, that this situation wasn't actually pitting one sister vs. the other, it was the game just trying to convince the sisters to work against one another, but the penalty at the end would make all the sisters suffer equally, regardless of who won or lost. So everyone NOT loosing was the only viable option. This meant that at some point in time, each sister would have to allow themselves to lose if they had less point loss than other sisters, to ensure that the point loss was equal across all three of them.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#efefef">As soon as the cold air began being forced into the room, Abbey could feel it. The thin Duratex latex of her suit stretched so alluringly over her body provided no insulation against the frigid cold air. And almost right away, Abbey's nipples would do what any women's nipples do when exposed to cold, and they would stiffen up, the tips of the hard nipples pushing the latex of her otherwise tight shiny latex catsuit up, causing it to bulge and tent somewhat over each nipple. She didn't have to wonder very hard as to how this made her look, since looking at her sisters was like looking at herself, and the hard nipples were definitely visible to all... Strangely humiliating and exciting, all at the same time...</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">There was one thing Abbey was puzzled about  as she asked, looking up and hopefully into some camera </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"We are in rubber catsuits that completely cover us, how are we supposed to use these 'thermometers' as "marital aids"?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">, as she wondered how she could push that thing into herself considering that the latex catsuit was decidedly blocking entry into her. But as soon as she asked the question, she remembered what she had written in her online fantasy </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"><i>((well, what her mind has been fooled into thinking she wrote))</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">, that the catsuits had attached feet, attached gloves and attached open face hoods and no zippers, but between the legs, two small tiny pin prick holes which would stretch open easily, and behind each little hole, small patches of super thin and super stretchy rubber that was seamlessly integrated with their catsuit. Anything that wanted to push into them would effectively cause the little patches of hidden latex to stretch effortlessly and form on-demand condoms, allowing them to be penetrated while remaining totally encased in rubber. Once coitus was over, the little patches of stretchy latex to return back to their original state, fitting flush and snug with the contours of their catsuits. Looking at her sisters she said </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I think our catsuits are like the ones in the online fantasy... you know... the safe sex catsuits"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">. Abbey looked a bit sheepish as she revealed that, but at the same time she felt that this might be to their advantage into this perverted place. Abbey hoped that her sisters would remember what she was talking about since she vaguely remembered talking about the idea of these totally enclosing rubber catsuits which made it effortless to have consequence free sex since the suit protected against pregnancy and STD's perfectly... </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"><i>((again, her mind has been fooled by hypnosis into thinking this conversation happened))</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)"> .</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#efefef">Abbey would move to one of the table and take the phallic like thermometer in her black latex gloved hand, examining it and testing out how to turn it on to use it. it would not take her long to figure it out, so she would put it back on the table. It was a really strange feeling, standing there under the bright lights, being recorded along with her sisters. Being anonymous definitely helped and even made things perhaps a bit more thrilling, and believing that this was her fantasy come to life also helped as Abbey's excitement grew. Black latex gloved fingers would gently reach between her legs and begin caressing her sex through the thin tight latex, her long feminine latex gloved fingers rubbing across her slit. The sensation was unusual, but at the same time exciting, as the latex gloved fingers squeaked noisily against the catsuit. It turns out that latex doesn't slide well against latex, instead it protests rather loudly in a cacophony of rubbery squeaks. Abbey bit her lower lip as she worked her latex gloved fingers against her latex covered sex to work herself up, hopefully faster than she was cooling down... Thankfully, the taboo nature of what she was doing, coupled with her latex encased anonymity and the fact that she believed she was living our one of her dark fantasies would cause playful tingling to spread to her femininity quickly. </span>