You were still bound in your mummy suit so you weren't able to see when Story started the next bondage art. However you didn't really notice it when the bondage art started either. That's because this next bondage art was all about sensory deprivation ... and you were already pretty deprived in that area. You couldn't see anything anyway so you didn't really notice it getting even darker. You couldn't really hear anything so when the near silence became total silence it took you a minute to catch up. You couldn't smell anything through the nose holes, so that wasn't a significant change. You couldn't really taste anything except the plastic of the tube, but then that was gone. You noticed that, you also noticed when you seemed to be able to breathe more freely like the hood was gone. Soon after that you were able to move more freely as well stretching out your arms. Yet strangely your whole body was still numb, on top of that now you couldn't feel your dick or that amazing fuck chute that was pumping it a minute ago either. You couldn't feel anything, it was like you had no body at all. You felt like you were floating in outer space, in complete darkness with nothing for you to smell or hear. It was terrifying and comforting at the same time. For the first time you actually feel like you can genuinely relax. At the same time though you can feel how horny you still are and even as you reach down to try to grip your dick you feel nothing. You can't even tell if you managed to grab your dick, there is no sense of touch at all. Do you even still have a dick? Did the Boy actually kill you? The paranoia begins to rage inside your mind as you really begin to panic.
Yet you're still horny, you're oh so horny and there is nothing you can do at all to satisfy yourself. This was worse than the mummy suit! You were going absolutely crazy with lust and now fear as well! What if you were some sort of horny hungry ghost now! Cursed to be horny forever in the void and unable to do anything to get off! You just wanted to go back, you wanted to fuck the boy again. Fuck him for hours, you would do anything just to taste pleasure once more! You were panting and whimpering and you couldn't hear yourself do it, only 'knowing' you were doing it even though you couldn't even feel your body react. You were a broken whimpering mess more than willing to do anything if it meant you could fuck Story again.