Safe and comfortable. Being led along was fun! Step up. Lay back. Relax. Good to get some rest. Metallic clicking.

“...now... got... set... spread... sure that..."

It was a lot like slowly passing out on an overnight flight. There were a pair of voices talking nearby, fading in and out. They were talking about her, it sounded like. She felt like she'd heard them before, or at least she'd been listening to them for a while now. She wasn't sure, but did she know the two of them? Maybe she should ask them what was going on.

"Mmm? Mmng?!" The words died in her throat, completely muffled.

Her surroundings were pitch-black but she was suddenly aware of the huge gag in her mouth, the restraints holding her arms to her sides, and the spreader bar forcing her legs apart. And the fact that she couldn't remember who or where she was. Instinctively she started struggling against her bindings. Something was very wrong here.

"Second... think... waking..."

"Then... know... do..."

A firm hand pressed down on the center of her chest, and she stopped thrashing.

"Hold on there." One of them spoke, their voice trying to be just as firm as their touch but not quite managing. "Are you awake, sweetie?"

She nodded, still blind but at least able to focus directly on the two voices now.

"Yeah, this happens with 'em sometimes. You just need to pull her maintenance file and one of the other techs've probably left notes on her." The other one sounded a lot more confident. A little bored, even. Was this some kind of routine for them?

"Okay let's see..." The pressure from their hand shifted a bit, its placement on her chest a signal to keep still. She desperately wanted to ask these two all kinds of questions but every mumbled attempt to plead was met with a distracted admonition to keep quiet. Neither of them seemed to be paying much attention to her at the moment.

Before she could make up her mind to ignore the heaviness that touch seemed to give her body and start thrashing around again, the first voice found what it had been looking for. 

"Oh that makes sense, given the gag class. Says here that she's got an oral fixation and that's been helpful for getting her back under."

*Back* under? But she didn't remember-

"At least the blinder can stay on then. Do you want me to handle it?"

"Nah, I've got this. She seems like an easy one. Just gotta--"

The hand left her chest, and she felt them reaching around the back of her head, fiddling with something. Tightness she hadn't even realized was there lessened, then fingers near her lips, and then pulling.

"Get this--"

More pulling. Her sightless eyes widened in shock as inch after inch of the gag slid out of her throat.

"Alll the way out. Christ. How the fuck does she breathe with this thing in there?"

She didn't know herself. She could vaguely recall having a terrible gag reflex, and that being some kind of problem, but then they slipped two fingers into her mouth and the memory of that problem slipped so far away.

"Yeah, already settling right back down aren't you? I bet this feels nice and familiar." They were back to focusing on her now.

That tone of voice– like she was some kind of animal that needed soothing? Felt irritating. Should she say something about that? But her lips sealed around their fingers reflexively and she mumbled out a quiet "Mmhmm" instead. Maybe it wasn’t her place to say anything.

"Feeling like everything else can drop away. Just focus on my fingers. In... and out. In... and out." Their voice dropped to a soothing patter, and she nodded. Or maybe that was just the motion her head had to make as they started to fuck her throat with their fingers. It felt a lot better to be this way, warm and fuzzy. She could be proud of how far she'd come. Come from what? She didn't know or care.

"In and out. Any questions you might have had can fade. In and out. They're not important. In and out. You're safe here. In and out. You’re doing what you’re supposed to."

She hummed in agreement. If she was safe it didn't matter if she couldn't remember... that stuff. Whatever it was. The important thing was the motion of their fingers in her mouth and throat. Every “in” felt like she was practically swallowing their hand. Every “out” brought a disappointing pop. Thankfully there was another “in” soon after. It was a nice cycle, but she wished–

"It's nice, but it's not enough, is it?"

"Mm-mm." She knew what came next, she–

"You want the gag back in. Open up." Quick, staccato commands.

She obliged. And she would–

"Relax, now..."

It felt so much better to have it put back in than it did to have it taken out. She never wanted it out again. With it in, she could--

"Chew on it a bit. Feels so much... with that... safe..."

Their voice started to stutter again in her ears, but that was okay. The instructions carried through just fine. She swallowed around the gag a few times, chewing on it just to marvel at how full and fulfilled she felt with it in.

"...work... notes... you... fine..." The second voice chimed in, but she was too relaxed and happy to follow the thread of the conversation anymore. She settled back down into the darkness.

For a while, hands would touch her. Devices would poke and prod her. They were little strobes of light in the dark. But they wouldn't rouse her again because she was just fine where she was. She'd be out on the floor working again soon. It felt kind of funny, knowing that somehow. But mostly she felt safe and comfortable.