Captured by Gura

You awaken with a startle to a bright light shining down on your face. You move to sit up, but you realise you are being held firmly in place, and that you are bound completely naked.

You try to struggle free, but it's futile; you're too tightly bound by various leather straps across your legs, arms, torso, and even your forehead.
Your mouth is ratcheted open, and you taste metal and a faint hint of blood as your run your tongue over the object.

You hear the quiet sound of buffered breathing, and you tilt your head to the side as far as the restraints allow you, to see Gawr Gura standing (on a short footstool) next to your table, wearing surgical scrubs in her favorite blue, a blue surgical mask, and blue nitrile gloves.

"You're going to love this game today, my sweet chumbie. I promise!"

She giggles, and reaches a gloved finger very briefly into her underpants, before holding it close to your face.
It's close enough that you can see some very small residue, and she then turns to look at your exposed genitals as she brings her index finger directly under your nose.
You can smell a combination of the glove, a faint but mildly pungent smell, and the very faint hint of urine.
This is enough to send you into a mild state of hormone-driven ecstasy as your cock immediately engorges itself and becomes rock hard.

She giggles again:
"Hey, this is just like when I stream! I talk, and you have to sit and just endure whatever I choose to do!"
She turns to stare into your eyes;
"Although, it's not really an endurance if you like it, is it?"

Her voice trails off as, whilst still maintaining eye contact, she very lightly wraps her small, gloved index finger and thumb around the underside of your penis head, only just forming a ring around it.

You buck and jerk at your restraints like an animal, trying to cause some friction on your penis against her fingers, but you are too tightly bound, and Gura is holding her fingers very still.

"owo nyo mistuh", she says to you playfully.
"Imwagine if I wasnt owt of weach! Imwagine awuw the dwanger I wowold be in!"

She turns back to look at your throbbing, drooling cock, and licks her lips before changing to a much warmer voice:

"These gloves are getting all sweaty, I wonder how if would feel if I used just my fingers"

Gura gently takes her hand off your cock, pulls her gloves and mask off, sniffs her hand, then the gloves, makes a curious frown, sniffs the gloves again, makes a disgusted frown, then tosses them on a benchtop, muttering that she will clean them up later.

For the first time, you get to see Gura's full breathtakingly cute face staring at you.

Gura moves in a bit closer and hovers her face closely over yours, causing some of her silver hair to brush over the sides of your face.
Her deep blue eyes show a mixture of curiosity and but self-determination.
Her petit cheeks and around her mouth is flushed and rosy from her breathing in the mask. She has a cute button nose, and a small mouth with pink lips, through which you can just make out her small shark teeth.
She's breathing through her mouth, and you can smell each damp but faintly metallic breath she exhales. If you close your eyes, the quiet high pitch of her breathing almost sounds like that of a child.

"All of that moving about sure made you thirsty, huh? You better stay hydrated... I want my chumbies to be healthy!"

Gura leans sideways and adjusts the ratchet on the device holding your mouth open to force you to open your mouth slightly wider, before holding her face above yours again.

"Just to be sure you don't spill your drink!"

Gura makes a motion with her mouth, like she's sucking on a candy, and then opens her mouth widely directly above yours. You're helpless to watch as her saliva slowly runs down the insides of her mouth, over her tongue, her teeth, her lips, and then falls directly into yours. Each goopy drip falling warm onto your tongue and your lips, and mixing with your own saliva.