Thursday 4 October 2012

Ascension






Sometimes I just love myself. I guess that isn't politically correct, but what
the heck. Every now and then, I'm a genius. This was such a time...

Kate was a daring girl. She always challenged me, not least when it came to
bondage feats. Of course, there were times when she cursed herself, regretting
her bold words, but on the whole, she was very content with our relationship
and our games.

Well, this particular evening, we were out in the wilderness, living in a tent,
exploring ways to tie a girl to trees. As the afternoon dimmed, I thought it
was time to launch my newest invention. I had Kate stand in front of me.
Starting off with a few standard precautions, I tied her wrists palms together
behind her back. I also secured her elbows, her ankles and knees. The blindfold
went on, as did a large ballgag with a leather seal covering her mouth.

Next I tied some strands of rope around her torso, just below and above her
breasts. She was a little surprised that I didn't include her upper arms as I
usually do, but I thought she might understand why later. I then tied a long
piece of rope around the two previous windings, forcing them to meet in front,
thus hugging her breasts and making them pout out.

I then took a short pause in the tying to caress and kiss her helpless body.
When her moans told me she was very eager for more, I produced two soft latex
dildos. They both had built-in vibrators powered by batteries in manoeuvre
boxes attached to the end of a cord. When I inserted the largest one in her
moist love cave, all I got from her was a deep sigh from anticipation. But when
I started to intrude her rear with the smaller one, she started to buck. I had
never before used that part of her, and she had never asked me to, so it was
new to us both. Keeping my left arm in a firm grip around her hips, I slowly
proceeded. Her resistance was only half hearted and I was able to achieve my
goal without too much struggle.

Next, I took the other end of the rope that I had tied between her tits, lead
it through her legs from behind, looped it around her waist and tied it in
front. Then I secured the powerboxes from her vibrators to her ankles with
tape.

It was time for my invention. I got a box from the trunk of my car. Placing it
on the ground next to Kate, I could tell she was curious. I opened it and
picked up its contents. First I carefully placed a large silk cloth on the
ground, undoing its folds until a large elliptic sack lay in front of Kate's
naked feet.

Next I got a bottle of gas. I opened the tap and lit the torch. I then crawled
to the silk sack and lifted the circular ring that was attached to the opening.
Being careful as not to set the silk on fire, I started to heat the air in the
sack. Slowly it swelled until it was fully inflated. I smiled to myself. This
small hot-air balloon was Kate's ticket to heaven.

I had been debating whether she would be blindfolded or not, but I had came to
the conclusion that the effect of her listening and wondering would be the
greatest. I could see her desperately wanting to know what was going on as I
allowed the balloon to slowly lift off from the ground. I then fastened the
rope from her tits leading through her legs to a safety hook hanging from the
ring that held the balloon's mouth opened. Next, I cinched a very long nylon
rope to her ankles and secured it to a pole I had earlier driven deep into the
ground.

Directing the torch into the balloon, I kept heating the air until the rope
started to lift her breasts upward and pull on her crotch. Finally I could see
her toes desperately reaching downwards in vain. She was lifted from the ground
until the rope from her ankles was stretched and she was kept down by nothing
but her anchor line. I then removed her blindfold and sat down in front of her
exposed body while she looked around and got the full comprehension of her
predicament.

I couldn't help laughing when I saw the miserable look in her eyes. This was
even worse then she had bargained for. The strain in the ropes around her tits
and through her crotch was very intense, and the prospect of being sent towards
the sky surpassed even her wildest dreams. I watched her fight her bonds,
humming through her gag and pleading me to be merciful with her big dark eyes.
Patiently I waited until I could see that humble look in her eyes and body that
told me she had given up hope. Being such a fighter and wildcat, it always
turned me on to see her admit defeat.

As I got up, I took a little silk banner from the box. It had clamps attached
to two of the corners and small weights attached to the other corners. I
attached the clamps to her nipples, smiling at her as she closed her eyes and
moaned. At least that was a sensation she was used to. Unfolding the banner, I
read its message to her:

"Sir Adrian Hunter, have fun! Return babe to tent at road end up north. John
Writer."

I then turned the heat up and held the torch to the opening of the balloon,
heating it up until I was confident Kate would reach new heights. Putting the
torch out, I untied the anchor line from the pole. Slowly I let Kate rise
toward the sky, holding her still until her ankles were in front of my face.
Kissing her lovely feet, I turned the two vibrators to maximum. Then I
continued to feed more rope, watching her twisting body rise higher and higher.

When almost all of the rope in my hand was gone, I knew she was about 40 feet
up. Slowly, I started to walk down a small trail leading to the cabin where I
knew Sir Adrian was celebrating his holiday.

The night was still and not much could be heard…a soft summer wind was playing
carefully among the leaves, and a distant owl was howling. Otherwise, all was
quiet, with the exception of an occasional desperate moan from Kate up above,
but generally the gag kept her noise low. When I reached the cabin at the shore
of a large lake, I proceeded as quietly as I could. As I passed a dimly-lit
window, I guessed Sir Adrian was there, nursing a drink or two. I went to the
front of the house and firmly tied the anchor line to the railing surrounding a
comfortable veranda.

Looking up, I threw a kiss to Kate whom I barely could see in the dark. Knowing
that she would eventually descend as the balloon got cold, I left her to her
fate and went back to our tent.

***

I hate being alone on holidays, especially the real ones that don't move around
to the nearest Monday or the fourth Thursday or however those silly Christians
figure out the date of their spring fertility festival. I never understood why
Easter makes them feel so guilty. Such a lovely, natural celebration of the
reproduction process, all those cute little bunnies fucking and
splendidly-pagan glorifications of the mother egg, mucked up with fables of
gruesome executions. Granted, I have my moments when it comes to depictions of
suffering, but never in my worst nightmares could I have dreamed up the concept
of crucifixion, much less force children to worship statues of their purported
Prince of Peace in such agony. And to think they call ME perverted…

So when a friend offered me the use of his mountain cabin for the long Fourth
of July weekend, I figured it was the perfect way to escape everything that
reminded me of what will never be. It sounded like the set of a fairy tale
directed by Spielberg…on the banks of a shimmering lake surrounded by a forest
so dense, insects had trouble squeezing between the pines. Miles from the
city's incessant intensities, it promised to be beatific to a fault. Upon
arrival, I was surprised to find that his portrait of his bucolic hermitage had
been uncharacteristically modest. The place was, as they say in my
neighborhood, totally whack.

After a long day broiling in the sun, followed by a feast doing likewise to
lesser creatures in the Weber, I found myself debating whether to build a fire
before settling down to make a serious dent in a bottle of Grey Goose…anything
for an excuse to light something in honor of my involuntary Independence Day. I
found plenty of logs in a hopper by the stone hearth, but proper kindling
seemed to be in short supply, so I went outside to root around for sticks and
bark and related dryrot before dusk completed its metamorphosis into dark.

I almost didn't notice the rope tied to the railing surrounding the deck. But
there was no mistaking the faint, yet very familiar, sound high above my head.

At first, I figured I was hallucinating. Too much sun playing tricks on a
fragile psyche. Then I looked up at the sky and saw something rather large
obscuring the panorama of early stars, not to mention what suspiciously
resembled a character in one of my stories doing an unlikely imitation of an
angel.

A gentle tug informed me that the rope was real, but "no fucking way," followed
by a serious reconsideration of my atheism, was my inelegant response to what I
found attached to its other end.

Thanks to fast-advancing delirium, not to mention darkness, it was quite a
struggle to untangle her from the balloon once she touched down on the deck. I
wrestled with the knots, and wondered distractedly what Akasha would do in a
situation like this…probably pull a stiletto out of the top of her thigh-high
boots or something similarly capable. I felt bad when the balloon floated away,
but only for a moment as I apprised what was obviously a sign from Mount
Olympus that the rest of my life was going to be excruciatingly dull after
tonight.

I squinted at the banner that hung from her nipples. "Sir" Adrian Hunter?
What's this "sir" shit? The only master/slave relationship I've ever been party
to involved stadium-size amplifiers chained together to provide entertainment
for teenagers. Then it dawned on me that someone knew I was here. But who? How?
And most importantly, why was he, or she, or whatever gender-impartial pronoun
is fashionable on s.s.b.b. this week, presenting me with a damsel in
considerable distress hovering over my holiday retreat wearing a blatant hint
to escalate hostilities?

Rational thought not being my strong suit at that exact moment, if ever, I
scooped her into my arms and carried her inside.

Once I saw her in the light, I realized the only thing that made sense in the
message flapping in front of her torso was the "babe" part. Good grief, even
with the gag, I could tell she was gorgeous, and that word failed miserably
when it came to describing her charms below her neck. I walked around her
slowly as she stood trembling in the middle of the living room, gaping at her
curves like someone who just woke up from a lobotomy.

Finally, I noticed the telltale wires leading from her crotch to the boxes
taped to her ankles.

"Where are your manners?" I admonished myself as I knelt down, switched them
off, and began untying the ropes around her legs, then everything else except
her wrists. She seemed to get a little woozy after I unclamped her nipples,
which gave me a welcome opportunity to touch her radiant skin, but I got the
distinct impression she didn't really want me to slip out the vibrators.

I hesitated before unbuckling the gag. What if she screamed bloody murder? Like
the squirrel family up the road was going to call 911? Given that this
situation was the furthest possible thing from safe and sane, I decided we
might as well at least make it consensual.

"Hi, are you OK, how did you get here, weren't you cold up there, do you want
something to drink?" I babbled, making my usual bewitching first impression.
She simply nodded yes, so I scurried off to fetch a glass of water.

After her thirst was sated, I stared at her face in silence until I composed
myself into a semblance of my laughable reputation as a steel-eyed, ruthless
and diabolical dom.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, and I want you to tell me the truth every
time."

She took a deep breath and nodded her assent.

"What's your name?"

"K-kate."

"Do you want to be here, Kate?"

Thankfully, she replied "yes" without hesitation.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Y-you're Adrian Hunter. The writer. On the Internet."

So far, so good. "Do you know what I write about?"

Big gulp. "Y-yes."

"Which of my stories do you like best?" Always the compliment slut…

She thought for a moment. "The ones about J-jennifer."

Shit, what is it about that girl anyway? Here I spend hours crafting what I
consider to be thoughtfully-overwrought tales divining the true nature of
romantic restraint, and the one piece everyone seems to cite as my "Layla" is
an embarrassingly immature collection of noncon potboiler stroke jokes I
scribbled years ago.

On the other hand…

"Funny you should mention her. I'm working on a new chapter to accompany an
illustrated version of the original series. I figure if Mel Gibson and Danny
Glover can come back for a fourth installment of 'Lethal Weapon' this summer,
so can Jennifer and her friends."

I paused and stepped out of her line of vision. When my heartbeat finally
returned to a manageable pace, I came up close behind her, placed a hand around
her waist and pulled her hard against me while reaching around to find one of
her nipples.

My mouth an inch away from her ear, I whispered, "do you want to help me finish
it?"

I couldn't be 100 percent sure if her loud moan meant "yes" or "keep squeezing
like that," but either answer was fine.

I moved my hand down from her waist until it reached her downy softness, then
pressed my fingers inside her. It didn't take long before she started
twitching, followed closely by shaking, convulsing, gasping and groaning. I
allowed my tongue to slither into her ear, enjoying the escalation of girl
squeaks and squeals as she began to climax repeatedly and rather violently.
When I felt her legs begin to give out, I pulled my hand away, knelt down, and
retrieved the gag from the floor.

Without a word, I pushed the ball back into her mouth, jerked the straps around
her head, and buckled it tight, then stalked off to the kitchen to retrieve a
tumbler and several cubes of ice. Seating myself on the couch directly in front
of her, I filled the glass with vodka and sat back to contemplate my rather
stunning change of plans for the evening.

How typical, I rued, to find myself in this exceedingly rare situation with ye
olde bag of tricks gathering dust on the top shelf of my closet. I considered
scavenging the cabin for additional supplies like a mop to employ as a
makeshift spreader bar, or perhaps the inevitable basket of clothespins one
tends to find in homes without dryers. Gazing at the pile of ropes and
accessories on the floor, then at Kate, I concluded things could be worse.

I chuckled softly to myself. Oh, who's kidding who here? Utterly, completely
alone in a charming cabin nestled in a pastoral wonderland, then a beautiful
girl floats down from heaven, literally gift-wrapped with my name on the card.

All I was really lacking, I almost said out loud, was some kind of whip or
crop. Then my vision drifted momentarily to the still-unlit stack of logs on
the fireplace, which brought to mind my abandoned quest for kindling, which
lead to thoughts of sticks, then saplings, and I suddenly recalled a childhood
fondness for whittling.

"I'll be right back," I said as I stood up to find a flashlight, my smile
perhaps scaring her a little.

Fifteen minutes later, I returned to find her standing exactly as I had left
her. Very impressive, I thought, as I sat down on the floor in front of the
hearth and started building a small pyre out of handfuls of brush and crumpled
newspapers under the wood. As I lit a match and applied it to the edge of the
combustible heap, I realized there was more than a distinct possibility that
Kate had been properly trained in this particular sport.

She probably didn't notice the collection of long green sticks that didn't make
it into the now-blazing inferno. As I watched the flames leap and lick the pile
of logs, it was all I could do to resist the urge to say "all in good time, my
pretty." First, I was going to do my best to live up to my guest's worst
expectations.

Kate's eyes followed mine as I looked up at the support beam running across the
length of the ceiling. I leaned over from the fireplace and selected a thin
hardcover book from the pile on the coffee table, then set it on the floor
directly under the thick timber.

Retrieving the larger of the two vibrators and what seemed to be the longest
length of rope from the floor, I clambered to my feet and faced her.

"Are you ready?"

She closed her eyes, which I took to be a yes.

"Very good. Spread your feet apart."

I pushed the entire length of the soft latex between her clenched thighs.

"Now," I growled.

As she parted her legs with a soft moan, I began rubbing and twisting the dildo
against her secrets until I presumed it was slick with natural lubrication.
Before she fully comprehended my intentions, I had already circled her and
pressed the tip an inch into her rectum.

"The worse you make it for you, the better it makes it for me."

It took less than a minute before the remainder disappeared inside her.

Even though she had been delivered to me in a serious state of plug, I could
tell by her panting that she wasn't used to this level of fullness.

I pointed at the book on the floor.

"Stand on top of it."

She took a few delicate steps as directed, pressing her feet together to
maintain her balance.

I looped the rope around her waist, knotted it in front, ran the remainder
between her legs, and tossed it over the top of the beam, quietly pleased that
the end dangled limply in front of her wide-eyed expression of exponential
trepidation.

The wooden chairs surrounding the dining room table looked sturdy enough, so I
pulled one next to her, then moved behind her and began untying her wrists.

Once they were free, I leaned over and whispered "last chance" into her ear.
When I received no discernible reply, I led her hands around to her front,
crossed her wrists, and wrapped them thoroughly with a longer piece of rope
from the floor.

I stepped up onto the seat of the chair and instructed her to lift her arms
over her head. Taking her bound wrists in one hand, I grabbed the end of the
rope hanging from the beam in the other, and starting looping the slack around
the crossed part until the line went completely taut. I tied off the remainder
with a knot that would frighten a sailor, hopped down, and placed the toe of my
shoe against the edge of the book she was standing on.

"Whoops," I said flatly as I pushed it out from under her feet, causing her to
drop down perhaps two inches. But the sudden strain on her crotch must have
made it feel like two miles.

Her toes scrabbled on the floor and found momentary traction, allowing her to
balance precariously by straining her arches like a ballerina, dispersing at
least some of her body's weight from the rope to her feet.

There has to be some string or twine around here, I muttered under my breath as
I wandered into the kitchen and starting searching the drawers and cupboards,
actually yelping "bingo!" when I came across a reel of fishing line. I grabbed
a pair of scissors from the knife rack and returned to find my new friend
wavering uneasily on her tiptoes.

A few snips removed the clamps from the banner, but they were soon restored to
their proper place around her swollen buds. I measured out two long pieces of
filament and tied the ends around her big toes. Fortunately, my benefactor had
been prescient enough to add weights to the bottom of his message, which I
detached and tied to the other ends of the fishing line. This made it easy to
toss them over the beam. Two knots later, her nipples were straining skyward
while the weights swung near her navel. Every time she moved a foot, several
laws of physics were demonstrated concurrently, and sometimes excessively.

I returned to the couch and took a long sip of France's finest while I
contemplated my next course of action. Doing nothing more than watching Kate
writhe definitely had a certain appeal, so I sat back and polished off my drink
before picking up the other vibrator off the floor.

I wondered if the soles of her feet were ticklish.

They were. But not as much as under her arms.

Her efforts to escape the buzzing made her dance like a marionette in the hands
of a child. At one point, an errant kick caught me square in the jaw and
knocked me backward onto the hardwood floor. She looked aghast and tried to act
chagrined, but I couldn't help laughing out loud at the telltale smirk that was
so obvious even behind the gag. This Kate probably gives her boyfriend, or
whatever, the fight of his life. What a treat it would be to enjoy her forever.

Rubbing my chin, I informed her she would have to pay for her misdemeanor. She
shot me a look that would have been accompanied by a stuck-out tongue under
different circumstances, but that quickly changed to one of alarm when I picked
up the control box attached to the vibrator in her ass.

"First, let's make sure we remove the temptation to try that little stunt
again."

I picked up the shortest piece of rope from the floor and began coiling it
around her ankles, saving the longer lengths for her knees and thighs. Once her
legs were secured, I nudged the dial on the box to its lowest setting, stood up
and went to look for the rest of my friend's fishing gear, confident I would
find a decent knife that was suitable for slicing the bark off the green
saplings I had collected earlier.

Those Swiss Army troops really had a clue, I thought to myself half an hour
later as I sat on the couch admiring my handiwork. I may have flunked out of
Boy Scouts, but the smooth finish on my makeshift switch was still impressive
for an amateur.

I was pretty sure she had deduced exactly what I was whittling long before I
tried a few practice strokes against the sofa cushion, but any doubts were
removed when I touched its tip against her stomach and slowly traced the
letters of my name on her shuddering flesh.

I reached into my back pocket and produced a bandanna that I had found in the
tackle box to cover her beseeching eyes. She soon learned to anticipate the
whistling, but the specific target was always a surprise.

By the time I was finished, we were both exhausted and slick with sweat. I
tossed what was left of the switch into the fire and used the scissors to cut
the fishing line above and below Kate's nipples, then quickly untied her legs
and finally the knot holding the harness rope around her waist, after which she
collapsed soundlessly into my waiting arms.

I carried her limp body into the bedroom and lay her on top of the comforter
covering the king-size mattress.

"This may hurt a little," I warned, but she hardly flinched when the clamps
came off. I rolled her onto her stomach and eased the vibrator out of her
backside, then removed the blindfold and unbuckled the straps holding the gag
around her head.

I presumed another glass of water was in order, but she surprised me by asking
for a sip of my Grey Goose instead. When she was finished, I picked up my tube
of suntan goo off the dresser, turned off the lights and climbed onto the bed
next to her.

I eased Kate onto her back and stretched her still-bound wrists over her head.
Starting with her toes, I methodically coated every inch of her aching body
with the cool, soothing lotion. When I sensed her setting sail for Neverland, I
positioned her on her side and lay down behind her with my arm around her
waist.

Despite her fatigue, her hands wandered down to her groin for one final
skyrocket display.

I reached down and pulled them away, tsk-tsking her impertinence.

"Nice try," I whispered, my fingers manipulating the knot between her wrists.
"But that's my job."

I pushed her onto her stomach and retied her hands behind her back, then
returned us to our original setting, only this time with my hand brushing ever
so lightly against her sex.

Kate sighed deeply and started grinding her hips against my crotch. Desperately
wishing there was something in my wallet besides frequent-flyer cards and
guitar picks, I pulled myself back a few inches and made "uh, uh" noises while
nuzzling her neck.

A minute later, I felt her hands groping for the fly of my shorts, then her
fingers started returning my favors.

Drifting into a state somewhere between rapture and unconsciousness, I found
myself grinning as I mentally planned a feast for three, wondering if a
different holiday menu might be more appropriate for this particular Fourth of
July celebration.

Perhaps something along the lines of Thanksgiving.



Kidnapped Sue







As Steve drove down the dimly lit street he thought back on the troubles
he had endured on his daring escape from the Illinois State penetentary.
The murder of the prison guards, the old man he beat to death and dumped
in a stream for his Mustang, and the liquor store he knocked over for
the 650 bucks he had in his pocket. After driving all night, he had
crossed 2 states and ended up in Ohio. He checked in a hotel and
crashed. Now he was searching for the house in West Columbus that a
fellow rapist in the joint had given him the key for. Another 2 months
and John would be out and would hook up with Steve in Cleveland. After
Steve found the house, he was to lay low until John joined him.
   At last Steve found it. As he pulled into the garage, he thought "I
sure know how to make friends. The house was a large 3 story with a
basement. Fully furnished with a special attraction. A safe full of cash
he was free to use. It was obvious John wanted Steve in his drug
business real bad. He want to the bedroom and crashed again.
   The next day Steve got up and cleaned himself up. He took a handful
of cash and decided to buy some new clothes that would blend in well
around his new home. He was also feeling hungry. After a long Sunday
morning of shopping Steve pulled into a neighborhood Kroger. While
rising after grabbing a can of coffee, he glanced up the aisle and got
his first glimpse of Sue from afar. A nice looking bitch he thought to
himself. Steve figured he better get another look. He casually walked
down the aisle and turned the corner. He looked down and saw Sue bending
over to reach a box of Cheer. He couldn't help but stare. He was right
behind her with her gorgeous ass sticking right at him. Her light pink
slacks hugged her butt tight enough to show the faint trace of her
panties. Sue rose, backing up as she did, and bumped into Steve. A
startled Sue quickly turned around, laughed embarassingly, and
apoligized. Steve smiled and said no problem. He really meant it. It had
been years since any part of his body had touched a girl's ass. When
Sue's brushed against the side of his thigh, he immediately started
getting a hard-on. Luckily his new clothes were baggy. He had to muster
all his self-control not to rape her right there. After she turned
around and saw her big blue eyes and slightly mussed blond hair, he knew
he would be seeing her again. He follow her around at a distance for the
next half hour and got into the checkout line behind her. This was his
lucky day. She had gotten behind one of her girlfriends in line and was
in deep conversation with her. She didn't notice him listening in. What
he heard made the prison break worthwhile.
   Steve heard Sue saying that her husband had just been called away on
business to Germany and would not be back for 7 weeks. Since long
distance calls were expensive, they both agreed to just write long
letters until it was time for him to come home. Sue thought it was so
romantic and she wrote him a letter everyday at the office before she
started work.
   This was almost too good to be true. Steve quickly put back the
groceries he had been carrying and made a fast exit to the car his buddy
had been nice enough to leave him in the garage. He sat there with the
radio on till he saw her leave the store. Steve coyly followed Sue
undetected to her home. He memorized the address and went home.
   Steve got up early the next day and drove the Buick Regal to a spot
near Sue's house. He wanted to get there before she left for work.
Finally at 8:00, he saw her get into her Honda and drive off. He
figured he had a good 10-11 hours. He closely watched the house, looking
for anyone else who might live there. He occaisionally got out and
walked by the house to get a closer look, then went back to the
binoculars in the car. He even looked in the windows a few times. He was
convinced there was nobody else there. Now he would just wait for his
entertainment.
   Finally, around 7:00, the red Camaro pulled into the driveway. It was
already getting dark and the trees surrounding Sue's house made for
great privacy for her, and also for Steve. As she got out of the car,
Steve had to work extra hard at his binoculars because of the trees. He
only caught a few glimpses of her getting her mail. He put down his
lens' and sat for a minute. Then he opened the car door and casully made
his way down the street.
   When he got to Sue's house, he quickly lept the small fence and hid
amidst the many trees. He looked around making sure he was not being
watched and headed towards the house. John told him to lay low but just
checking things out here would not bring any trouble...yet. By the time
he got to the 1 story house, he was engulfed in darkness and could move
around fairly freely. He popped his head in many of the windows until
finally he came to the one he was anxiously waiting for. Sue had just
finished listening to her answering machine and reading her mail. No
letter from her husband, just a few bills and a magazine. She turned on
her bedroom light and kicked off her black heels. She reached up under
her long red skirt and pulled off her pantyhose. Steve gulped as he saw
her long legs the were modestly hidden by the bright red pleats of her
skirt. Sue sat on the edge of her bed and then fell backwards, laying
with feet over the edge. Steve was rock hard with just the anticipation
of what he might see.
   After a few minutes of resting, Sue got up and turned on the light in
the adjoining bathroom. Steve couldn't be in a better position to see
everything. She turn on the water slowly in order to get some warm water
in the pipes. She returned to the bedroom and sat down at her dressing
table. She removed her watch, her earrings, and her rings, then stood
up.
   She moved to the bathroom again and waited for the tub to be filled
with the warm, relaxing water. She turned off the faucet, added some bath
salts and returned to the bedroom.
   Steve swore if she didn't hurry up, he would jump through the window
and tear her clothes off. As impatient as he was, though, he loved the
tantalyzing and the teasing of a slow show. But, as if Sue wanted to
please him, the show was about to start.
   After brushing her shoulder length blonde hair a few time she got up
and stood before her bed, and unbeknownst to her, right before Steve.
She slowly unbuttoned the top 2 buttons of her white silk blouse and
then realized she still had her gold necklace on. She took it off and
placed it on the dresser. She then pulled out the blouse from inside her
skirt and undid the rest of the buttons. She removed her blouse and
tossed it on the bed with her back to Steve. The vision of her white
silk bra against her tanned slim torso was the beginning of one of many
nights to remember. Steve gently started massaging his cock through his
pants. Sue then reached behind her and found the zipper of her skirt.
She pulled down the zipper and the let go. The long skirt fell to the
floor. Sue stepped out of the skirt and bent over to pick it up. This
brought back the memories of her at Krogers, only this time Sue was
dressed in a bra and a white half-slip. Sue grabbed the skirt and threw
it on the bed near the blouse. She then quickly dropped her slip
revealing that gorgeous ass wrapped in a pair of high cut, white silk
panties to match her bra. Sue used her foot to toss the slip up so she
could get it, then grabbed her blouse and skirt and threw all three in
the hamper. She moved back over to the bed and sat down. This gave Steve
a front view of Sue in her lingerie. Too bad he had no camera, he
thought. As Sue reached behind her back to remove her bra, Steve grasped
his cock and squeezed harder. He saw the bra release under the weight of
her breasts and stared as she leaned forward to remove it. She put the
bra on the bed and sneezed. Steve unzipped his pants and started to
masturbate. He could've came right then but wanted to make it last. As
Sue started to stand, her tits fell freely from her body dangling with
Steve's eyes not missing a swing. Sue stood up and hooked her thumbs in
the sides of her silky panties. Then in one smooth motion pulled down
the panties and bent at the knees at the same time. She then stepped out
of the underwear and stood up. She was completely naked and she looked
even better than Steve ever imagined. To his delight, he discovered that
Sue was a real blonde after observing her beautiful mound of blonde hair
the panties had previously hid from him. Sue bent over and picked up her
panties and bra and threw them towards the hamper giving Steve ample
opportunity to view her lovely, tight, body. As she walked towards the
bathroom Steve could not contain himself any longer and a huge shot of
cum exploded onto the aluminum siding underneath the window. The noise
of the orgasm coupled with the low moans of Steve were nearly loud
enough for Sue to hear. She paused momentarily and then proceeded to the
bathroom for her realxing bath. Steve zipped up and returned to his car.
As he drove back to his house, he vowed he'd be back for a better show,
possibly even a part in it.
   The next day Steve was tired. He could think of nothing else but Sue.
By 9:00 AM. He had had it. He couldn't take it any longer. He gathered up
a few things, threw them in a gym bag and left the house on foot. He
didn't use his car this time. He was playing it very cautious. Everything had to
be done extra carefully this time. He didn't want to mess this gig up. He
walked about an hour, then took a cab to another place outside of town,
then took the bus to about a block from Sue's house. He then walk rather
hurriedly to Sue's yard. A quick look around, then he lept the fence and
was amongst the trees. He made his way to the back of the house and
found a window leading to the basement. This was so easy Steve wondered
why this house wasn't being continually knocked off. He gently pried the
basement window open and entered the house. After replacing the window,
you could not tell anyone had been there. Steve now set out to explore
the house. He made his way through the house room by room taking his
time, not missing anything that might be worth the time. After getting
some food in the kitchen, Steve made his way to the bedroom. Steve
reminisced about last night and smiled. He opened the closet and smiled
again. A video camera and all the accessories lay there. So Sue was a
shutterbug Steve said aloud. We'll see how good she is in front of a
camera. He closed the door for now. His eyes scanned the bedroom more.
He moved over to the clothes closet and browsed through Sue's many
outfits. Then he made his way to her dresser and pulled open the top
drawer. Steve's eye's sparkled at the sight. It was a lingerie freak's
dream and Steve was a big one. He ran his fingers through the soft,
frilly material and then stopped. His eyes searched back and forth until
he saw the hamper in the corner of the room. He went over to it, opened
it up and searched through it until he found the silk panties Sue had on
yesterday. He fondled them for a minute and then put them up to his
nose. Sue's scent was still there and Steve was breathing it all in.
This is better then coke Steve thought. He closed the hamper and
continued to smell the panties as he layed on the bed. After dozing off
a few times, Steve realized it was getting late and sat up. He turned on
the TV an watched for a while until he heard the sound of a car pulling
in the driveway. Steve jumped up, turned the TV off and hid in the
closet. The louvre doors gave him an excellent view of the room. He
stuffed the dirty panties in his pocket. Eventually Sue came into the
bedroom. She was dressed in low black heels, a sheer, white, chiffon
blouse and pale green pants. As usual, she was a vision. Sue sat down
and sighed. She removed her shoes and shoved them under the bed. Next
came the kneehighs she was wearing. In a second they were in the hamper.
Once again the blood was flowing in Steve, as she walked back and forth
right in front, but unaware of him. She removed her blouse but there was
no suprises here. While it was on, the blouse did little to hide the
delicate, lacy, white bra she was wearing. The blouse fell to the floor.
She immediately reached for the button on the front of her slacks and
undid it. She pulled the zipper down and the pants fell to her ankles.
Steve was once again captivated by the ass of the woman. This time it
was decorated by a pair of dazzling white panties with fine lace
edgings. It obviously was bought as a set with the bra. Whatever she
paid for it, Steve definitely thought it was worth it. He was throbbing.
Sue gathered up the blouse and pants and threw them in the hamper not 2
feet away from Steve. She opened the clothes closet (Steve chose the
right closet to hide in) and pulled out a short, summer, casual dress.
It was olive green knit with horizontal black stripes. She slipped it on
over her head. It had long sleeves, a cowlneck, and an elastic waist. It
fit loosely from the neck to the waist then hugged her thin body. From the
waist it loosened up a lot and was semi-pleated. Sue then went to the
kitchen closing the door behind her.
    This was it, Steve thought. Fuck the laying low. Now is the time! He
quickly grabbed the tripod and set it up in the room. Next a fresh tape
in the the video camera and he mounted it on the tripod aimed at the
bedroom door. He wanted to get Sue initial reaction on film. He then
grabbed the remote control and stood quietly on the other side of the
door. After about ten minutes of waiting, Steve saw the outline of Sue
coming towards the bedroom. He switched on the camera and tossed the
remote on the bed. He then reached under his pantleg and grabbed his
trusty switchblade and waited tensely. Sue opened the door and reached
for the light. Steve grabbed her hand and turned the light on for her.
Sue was startled and frozen. As she was about to scream, he put the
blade under her chin and warned her to keep quiet. Sue begged him not to
hurt her. You can have anything you want, she managed to sound out
despite her terror. I know said Steve, And I will. He locked the door
and threw her on the bed. As she landed on her back, her skirt flew up
revealing her panty covered snatch. Sue quickly pulled it down. Sue
spoke "my husband is due home anytime now. You better get out with what
you can." Steve's eyes doubled in size. He ran over to the bed and
backhanded Sue across the mouth. Don't lie to me bitch. I know all about
you, including your fag husband in Krautland. Fucking bitch. Lie to me
will you??? You need to be taught a lesson! Sue couldn't believe it. How
did he know and what was he here for?
    Steve went to his bag in the closet and pulled out 3 pairs of
handcuffs. After again hitting her and warning her she would be dead if
she tried anything funny, he cuffed her ankles together. Then he cuffed
a wrist to each of the 2 bedposts at the top of the bed. Sue was now
helplessly wriggling on her stomach. Steve ensured the camera angle was
perfect then went over to Sue. He gently raised the dress and placed it
on her waist. Once again Steve stopped to admire the panty-clad butt.
Trembling, he carressed her cheeks through the lace then slowly pulled
the undies down to her knees. Steve let out a sick laugh and Sue started
to cry. He reached again into his bag and produced a leather riding
crop. He smacked his hand with it a few times and Sue stopped crying and
looked back at him as best she could. Her big blue eyes got bigger as he
approached her. The louder you cry, the more you get Steve said. Please,
Sue begged. Please let me go. The plea was met with a solid hit Sue's
ass. Sue screamed in pain. Steve was not hitting very hard but this was
obviously Sue's first whipping in a long time. And there was no way
Steve was going to harm or change in anyway the butt he had become
obsessed with. After about 15 hits, Steve stepped back and stopped.
Sue's ass was now pink from her punishment and Steve used the crop to
probe her cheeks. Sue just laid there quietly sobbing. The end of the
crop started at the top of her crack and gently made its way around the
outside of her buns. After retuning to the top of her crack. it took the
direct route south. Slowly inching its way to the asshole. Once there,
he slowly slid it in. This chute looks mighty tight Steve remarked. I'll
have to verify that later. He then proceeded south till he found the
beginning of her pussy hair. Yeah, Sue, you're gonna remeber this for a
loooong time. He then pulled her panties back on and pulled her dress
down. Then he handcuffed her hands behind her back then cuffed her hands
to her feet. Sue was hogtied in handcuffs.
   After a time of just watching Sue and ignoring her pleas, Steve brought
over the phone and told Sue she was going to make some calls. With the
sharp switchblade at her throat, she called her boss at work and told
him she would need a 2 week absence for a family matter. Her boss was
concerned for her and gave her the time off. She also called her friend
and her neighbor and a friend and fed them the same story. Two weeks
should be long enough to have some fun and for nobody to think she was
kidnapped. He got a 2 suitcases from the closet and packed 1 full of
Sue's outfits from the closet and the other full of her underwear,
jeans, and tops. He waited till it was dark and he loaded up the Honda.
Then he uncuffed Sue and ordered her in the car. He had her drive for
about a half mile to a secluded spot. Then he reached in his bag and
pulled out a rag and quickly covered Sue's mouth and nose with it. After
a few seconds of resistance, she was out cold. He quickly changed seats
with Sue and drove the car to his house. He parked the car in his
garage and carried Sue in. He took her downstairs to a modestly
furnished room. Along with the furniture were a bunch of surveillance
cameras. The house was full of them and this room was no exception. He
put her on the couch and started to walk away. Halfway out he stopped
and returned to Sue. He took a calf in each hand and spread them and
raised them at the same time. Now he was looking down at at her pussy
covered in the lacy panties. He knelt down beside her and buried his
face in the crotch of her panties. Even though Sue was still out cold,
Steve was inhaling and nuzzling and having as much fun as he would've if
she was wide awake. He then made sure the camera got a shot of her wide
open crotch then left to get the suitcases. He returned with the cases,
threw them down and then carried Sue into another room.
   This room was not furnished the same way as the previous room. It was
apparently used to persuade guests to see John's point of view when they
didn't agree. It was like a dungeon. There were all sorts of tables and
chairs, some with chains, some with straps, and a bunch of other things
Steve didn't recognize. He would find some use for them anyway. He took
Sue's hands, raised them over her head, and tied them together with a
chain that hung from the ceiling. Sue's whole body just layed limp. She
was still out cold. Steve stepped back and thought about his next move.
He then grabbed some smelling salts and woke Sue.
   After a few minutes, Sue was wide awake and realized she was not
dreaming. She began begging to be released but saw it would do no good.
She was terrified. What did he have planned? Just then Steve grabbed her
ankle and connected it to another chain hanging from the ceiling. He
then turned a nearby crank and her leg began to raise. Steve kept
turning until her foot was above her head. He did the same to the other
leg. Sue was now suspended in the air with her legs wide apart. Steve
walked around her admiring the view. Then he produced his switchblade and
stood right in front of her. He ran the blade gently on her thighs. Sue
was shaking now. He then put the blade under the crotch of her panties
and sliced it in half. The lacy panties sprung open revealing her blonde
snatch as she gulped. He closed his blade and dropped to his knees. Sue,
Steve said, when I was in the pen, I dreamed of having a sweet bitch
like you strung up. I had six years to dream up the things I would do.
You are gonna help me live those fantasies and you might even learn to
like a few. I will start off slow and easy since your so sweet and
innocent. Sue said nothing. She just dropped her head back as tears
trickled down her cheek. Steve started to lick the inside of her thigh
while he shed all his clothes. He was hard already, the veins in his
cock throbbing. He made his was to her pussy lightly licked the top of
her lips. Every time Sue uttered a "no" or a "stop" he just laughed and
increased the pace. Soon his tongue was inside her pussy and he started
working on her clit. Sue was beginning to get wet although she could not
believe it. She was repulsed by this man but her juices were starting to
flow. As Steve tongue continued to flick her clit, he grasped each of
Sue's ass cheeks in one hand to steady her. Steve let out a moan when he
did this. He finally was caressing the ass that drove him nuts. He then
took his right index finger and without a warning drilled it in her
asshole. Sue winced. Her hole was so tight Steve had resistance with
just his finger going in. He repeated the process for awhile still
eating Sue's juicy snatch. He pulled back, his chin dripping with the
inside of Sue. He lowered Sue down and unhooked her. She dropped to the
floors and then scurried into a corner. Steve yelled out "Get over here
bitch...NOW!" There was no way out for Sue, she slowly came towards
him. At arms length Steve grabbed Sue's hair. You know what I want now.
And it better be good! Unfortunately for Sue, she did know. Steve was
standing and Sue was kneeling before him. Steve pecker was at attention
right in front of her face. Well?, Steve asked. Sue opened her mouth and
put about half of it in her mouth. She started to gag and stopped. Steve
yanked her hair and warned her not to do that again. Then he grabbed her
head with 2 hands and forced her mouth back on his cock. He then guided
her head back and forth. Sue could not believe she was doing this. She
had never done it before and was sure she never wanted to do it again.
As Steve pushed her head closer and closer to his stomach with each
repetition, his enormous cock went farther and farther down her throat.
Steve didn't need much encouragement to cream but when his saw how much
Sue hated this, he used all his power to hold on. Eventually it was too
much to handle and Steve pull out of her mouth. He then took careful aim
and shot a ton of cum right below her right eye. A second round exploded
on the left side. Steve groaned and finished with one on her lips. Now
clean me he ordered her. Sue looked around for a cloth but Steve grabbed
her hair again and yelled, with your mouth! Sue resisted but Steve used
his force again and soon Sue was licking him clean. Sorry I was so messy
this time Sue, Steve said. Next time I'll make sure it all ends up in
you mouth! Hah hah hah. He then dragged Sue into the next room and
ordered "Get yourself cleaned up and put on something nice. I'll be back
in an hour. You know by now not to disappoint me!
    In exactly an hour the door to Sue's room opened and a voice said
"get that pretty ass out here!". Sue slowly emerged into Steve's view.
Steve grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the torture room and roughly
threw her in. He locked the door and quickly grabbed her again. He
cuffed her hands together and then her hands to a steel post. She was
wearing a long maroon cotton skirt and a white silk blouse. Steve put
his hand under her arms and started moving his hands slowly down her
clothed body. Sue was just standing there slowly shaking her head and
fighting back the tears. He made his way over her waist, then her hips,
then down her long slender legs. When he got to her ankles, he started
back up, this time going under her skirt. He got to about her knees and
he stopped. His eyes enlarged and his grip tightened. Where the fuck is
your slip, he screamed? Sue said nothing. Steve stood up, spun Sue
around and slapped her on the face. He yelled, answer me slut. Where the
hell is your slip?. Sue gently said "I didn't think..". He slapped her
again and screamed "did I tell you to think? Fucking bitch, you're gonna
pay for this!" He uncuffed Sue and pulled her to a stock in the left
center of the room. He jammed her head and wrists thru the holes and
clamped it shut. All this time Steve was erect. He hadn't bothered to
dress from his last meeting with Sue. Steve walked over to the table and
picked up a wooden yardstick. Then he walked around Sue twice his mind
working feverishly on what to do next. Sue couldn't help but notice how
huge his hard cock was and fear what he might do with it. Steve finally
ended up behind her. He reached down and lifted the long skirt. The
slight shaking of Sue's legs excited Steve even more. He focused in on
the red cotton panties that held her firm cheeks tight. He then took the
yardstick and jammed it in her pussy through the panties. Sue screamed
in pain. Shut up bitch, he yelled. He kept pushing until he got six
inches buried in her. He then rotated the ruler back and forth, each
time getting a slight whimper from Sue. After two minutes of this he
pulled the stick out. He did not want to damage the goods...yet. Next he
yanked the panties down and let them fall to her ankles. Looking at the
ass, a small drop of cum emerged from his penis. Noticing this, he
walked to Sue's face and said "Wipe" Sue closed her eyes and quickly
licked his nob clean. Steve and went behind her and whacked her butt
hard. Sue screamed again. This time Steve said nothing but answered it
with another swat, then another. He gave her 25 HARD hits, Sue answering
each one with a loud response. He then threw down the yardstick and
ripped Sue's blouse off her, He then grabbed the back of her white nylon
bra and ripped it in two and let it fall to the floor. Sue small but
lucious tits just hung there. Steve ended up in front of Sue again and
said "I want you to moisten my cock baby. The better job you do, the
better it will be on you. You have one minute." Sue didn't know what he
meant by this but she would find out. He stood there with his head
sticking in Sue's nose. She just looked at it for about 15 seconds, then
barely put it in her mouth. After a minute, it was almost as dry as it
was before. Ok bitch, if that's the way you want it Steve said. He walked
behind her and centered himself behind her. He then moved in, grabbed a
cheek with each hand, and spread them revealing her small pink asshole.
Now Sue realized what he meant and wished she had made him cum before.
But before she could finish the thought, she felt a deep sharp burning
sensation. The pain was almost unbearable as she screamed. Steve had
shoved half his hard, ten inch cock up her asshole. Tears immediately
came from Sue's eyes. She felt like she was exploding. The lining of her
shithole felt as if it was being ripped off. The pain doubled and Steve
pulled his thing back. The next shove got another 3 inches of dick in
her. ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH, Steve yelled. God, you are so tight Sue.
I've never had an ass as good as this. Again he pulled back and then
shoved again. He was totally in now. Sue felt the tip of his cock
pushing near her stomach. She was on the verge of passing out as a small
amount of blood tricked from her ass. Again and again Steve fucked her
chute yelling compliments to her hole. Sue vision started to blur. When
Steve felt an orgasm coming on, pulled out of Sue all the way. He went
to the table, grabbed a glass, and returned behind Sue. He stood there
gazing at her throbbing behind and jacked off into the glass. He filled
the glass a quarter of the way up and walked over to Sue's face. "Clean"
he yelled. Obediently, Sue sucked him clean, gagging several times,
mostly because of the foul smell of the slime covered organ. Eventually,
he was clean and Sue practically fell limp in the stock. Steve grabbed
her by the hair and shoved smelling salts in her nose. Sue's eyes bulged
and looked up at him. "One more thing, Angel" He unlocked the stock and
threw Sue into a wooden chair. He grabbed her hair and forced her head
back. Open wide dear Steve said as he raised the glass of cum near Sue's
mouth. Sue couldn't believe it but she could not find the strength to
resist at the moment. He let go of her hair, forced her mouth open, and
started pouring the cum in her mouth. Swallow bitch he screamed, but
Sue started to gag. Steve pinched her nostrils shut forcing Sue to
swallow in order to breath. Sue thought it would never stop coming.
Eventually the glass was emptied, most of it now in her stomach with a
little dribbling down her cheek. "Now when I say get ready are you going
to forget ANYTHING again Steve asked? Sue just shook her head slowly,
coughing, with her asshole still burning. He returned Sue to her room
and tossed her on the couch. You look like hell Sue, he smirked. You
need some rest. Clean yourself up, and get some sleep. I'll be back
tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM. You better be ready with something nice on.
You wouldn't want to disappoint me again!


Kidnapped Sue Part 2

Next morning came all too quickly for Sue. She was still hoping it
was some sort of dream but when the door flung open at 9:00, she realized
it was a living nightmare. Sue had on a pair of slightly faded Lee jeans
and a blue pullover top. Simple but sexy. Steve went over licked her ear.
Sue pulled away slightly and received a face slap for it. He grabbed her
by the arm and re-entered the torture room. While walking in he ripped the
blouse of Sue and pushed her towards a rectangular table near a corner of
the room. He trapped her against the table and turned her towards him.
She had already begun to cry and plead. Steve ignored her and grabbed her
tits through her white lace bra. After a few mintes of massaging, he wanted
the real thing. He unhooked the bra from the front and pulled it off her.
"Please" Sue cried, "not again". Steve let go of her and walked to the other
side of the room, much to Sue's surprise. She let out a groan and in order to
placate him muttered a thank you. Steve walked back and laughed. "NO, this will
be my pleasure" and produced a gag in the shape of a 4 inch cock. Sue tried to
run but Steve arms caught and held her with no trouble. He jammed the gag in
her mouth and buckled it behind her head. "I just dont wanna hear you yet. Its
too early in the morning". He then bent Sue over, face down on the table. He
cuffed each wrist to a corner of the table and then tied her ankles to the table
legs near the floor. He stepped back and look at her ass packed into the tight
jeans.  He undressed never taking his eyes off the butt. Steve walked around to
the front of Sue and watched her struggle with the dildo in her mouth. "Sue,
if you think thats tough, wait till my buddy gets out of the slammer. Your
going to have to find enough room in that lucious mouth for both of us". All
Sue could do was produce a muffled scream that sounded like a whimper. Steve
smiled and returned to her behind. He put his palms on her cheeks and gently
caressed the ass shaped jeans. It was like stroking the real thing since they
were skin tight.
Steve moved in and started humping on her fully clothed butt. He was like a dog
in heat. He then got a hold of himself and reached around her waist. He found
the button and the zipper and undid both. He then slowly pulled down the jeans
until they were around her ankles. He then knelt and stared at the white,
cotton panties that clung to her cheeks. He slipped his thumbs into the elastic
waistband and gently pulled them down. He the used a knife and cut the waistband
in two places wnabling his to remove them without releasing Sue's legs. He
sniffed the slightly moist crotch and rubbed them on his hard cock. He then
layed them on her bare back. Steve took his middle finger and softly rubbed it
on Sue's pussy lips. Sue's butt clenched and tightened at the first contact.
She knew it was coming but she could not prepare herself for it. Up and down
her slit Steve ran his finger. Eventually, he started moving his finger futher
into her box. He stopped at the first knuckle and then repeated his up and down
motion. Much to her horror, Sue started getting more and more wet. She hated
this man more than anyone, but he was so good at what he was doing, she had
no control over her body. Steve inserted his finger to the second knuckle and
again teased Sue's pussy more. "Bet this is about all the man you husband is"
Steve remarked. He then jammed the rest of his finger in and picked up the pace.
In and out his finger went, at times with enough force to lift Sue off the table.
He was careful not to let Sue have han orgasm. She was here for his pleasure,
not vice versa. He got his finger out of Sue's snatch and sucked the juices off
his dripping digit. He then moved his mouth in and repeated the same procedure
with his tongue. After six minutes of heavy duty cunt eating, he took Sue's
buns and spread them wide. Then he moved in on her asshole with his tongue.
Sue's anus tensed and almost shut on his tongue. He traced the outside of her
hole an then plunged in as far ass he could. He dreamed of doing this to Sue
the first time he saw her in the store. As he contiuned eating her shithole,
he reached up under Sue and pinched and squeezed her nipples. The sensation
of being finger fucked had disappeared and now pain was shooting through
her body again. Steve stood up and stuck his pecker into her pussy. Sue was
now laying limp but Steve didn't seem to mind as he drilled her pussy and
sucked his tongue for the last tastes of the inside of Sue's ass. He fucked
her for what she thought was an eternity. Steve was holding on for as long
as he could. Her pussy lips were wrapping around his shaft so tightly, Steve
could have sworn she was a virgin. Sweat was pouring down Steve's face. Every
drive made Sue's entire body leap forward and head bounce up. Finally, Steve
let go and sent his cum deep into her pussy. The hot liquid endlessy poured
to Sue's cavity with some eventually leaking back out. Steve gathered this in
his fingers and after shoving his finger in her ass one more time, he unbuckled
her gag and wiped the cummy fingers on Sue's tounge. Unknown to Sue, Steve then
picked up a large wooden paddle and walked behind her. A loud crack filled the
room. Sue's eyes bulged and she screamed. "Thought I'd forgot about you trying
to run away before huh?". Another loud crack and then another scream filled the
air. "We can't let you get away unpunished, no matter how pretty you are" Crack!
"Hit the showers babe, I got a phone call to make. Do you know the number of
the local pound? It's be kind to animals week. I'm sure you would LOVE to have
a pet! HA HA HA".
      Steve was late the next day. Sue was up and dressed in a white dress
almost totally covered in green flowers. She was waiting for the door to
open but hoped it would never would. Of course it did and in came a naked
Steve. "This way, babe" he smirked. "I want you to meet Rex". Again they made
their way to the bondage room. Steve tied her standing in the middle of two
posts and stepped back to admire the view. Sue stood there looking around
for any signs of hope. There was none and everything she saw made her more
scared. Steve picked up a steel pointer off a nearby table and walked behind
Sue. She tried to follow his movements but she could not turn her head anymore.
Steve slowly lifted the long dress and her slip (she remembered what happened
last time she did not wear one) until he revealed her silky white panties.
They clung snuggly to her perfectly shaped ass. "Sue, I have never seen a more
beautiful butt than yours. I really mean it. I couldn't have dreamed of a
better one. Isn't it lucky that we ran into each other!" Steve moved in closer,
reached under the silk by way of her thighs, and cupped a cheek in each palm.
As he did this, Sue tighten her firm globes in fear and disgust. Steve began
to gently massage her buttocks moving the thumb of each hand closer and closer
to her asshole. Eventually, they found their way in and went as far as they
could go. With every move, Sue was repulsed even more. Nobody had ever fingered
her hole and she hated the feeling. It was painful and humiliating. "Please
stop" she pleaded. "You're right Sue", he said. "I have been rude. Let me
introduce you to Rex." Steve went into an adjoining room and came back with
fairly large brown and black German Shepard. "I was going to the pound when I
spotted this guy trying to hump an old chair. I knew he was you're kind of dog!"
A look of terror crossed Sue's face. What had happened to her so far was bad,
but she never imagined this. Steve tied Rex to a table and went back over to
Sue. He took out his trusty switchblade and cut off the first eight buttons
that went down the front of her dress. The top opened to give Steve a look at
her tits trapped in white lace bra. Steve slipped the blade between her tits
and sliced her bra. Her breasts sprung out and hung free as Sue was leaning
forward a little. Steve immediately took a nipple in his mouth and flicked
his tongue over it. "You watching Rex?" Steve yelled. Sue's nipple started to
harden and Steve then started sucking hard. Sue let out a painful moan. As if
that was a signal, Steve then took the growing knob in his teeth and bit.  Sue's
entire body jumped and she let out a yelp. Steve laughed and let it go. He then
used his knife to remove the rest of the buttons off the dress. Steve went to
her rear and with one hard yank, ripped the dress off from the back. He then cut
off the sheer slip Sue had on, leaving her in only her panties. Steve reached
between her legs and started to finger her pussy through the silk. "Damn Sue,
you and silk were made for each other" Steve remarked. He then got his index
finger under the crotch, stuck it in her snatch and quickly found her clit.
He stroked it twice and then removed his finger and licked it clean. As he
did that, he cut the panties off her and let them fall to the ground. He untied
her and dragged her over to a large, wooden half-circle sitting on it's flat
end. He threw Sue face down on the thing and cuffed her ankles to it. He then
grabbed her wrists and cuffed them to the other side of the semi-circle
opposite her ankles. She was now secured face down on the rounded side of
what looked like a large wooden tractor tire cut in half. "First of all, we
need to get you started before I call Rex over. We want to make sure he has no
problems" Steve said. He picked up one of the many dildos on a nearby table and
sat down behind Sue. He then inserted it into her cunt. In and out, Steve worked
on Sue until she started to get wet. Steve took out the fake cock and cleaned
up all of the juice that leaked out of her pussy. He then set down the dildo,
and picked up 3 cooked hot dogs. He shoved one in Sue's asshole and the other
two into her snatch. He then picked up the dildo and her slashed panties and
walked over to Rex. He put the panties near the dogs nose and the dog sniffed
at them. Then her started licking them. Steve pulled the lingerie away and
replaced it with the wet dildo. Rex's tongue feverishly licked the dildo and
started to jump and get excited. "OK boy, go get her" Steve told the dog as
he let go of the leash. As the dog ran towards Sue, Steve made sure to keep a
hand on the chain Rex had attached to him just incase he needed to get him off
her. Rex got to Sue and started to smell her feet. Sue couldn't beleive this
was happening. She felt his cold nose make its way over her calves and to her
thighs. Rex sniffed the hot dogs in her snatch and took a big bite at them.
When he did this, his sharp teeth scraped the side of Sue's cheeks, causing her
to scream and tighten her entire body. When she did this, the weiner in her
chute squirted out and on to the floor. Within seconds, Rex had devoured the
meat and was looking for more. He stuck his nose in Sue's pussy and must have
like what he smelled because it was followed by his tongue. He licked her cunt
with as much vigor as a horny guy. Suddenly Rex's pleasures turned from food to
sex. Steve knew it eventually would since Rex was in heat. Rex partially climbed
the wooden wheel and put his front paws on Sue's shoulder blades. He then
tried to shove his long dong into her. He had some trouble finding the right
place. He had it between her ass cheeks, her thigh, and her back. Finally,
his pecker had found the magic spot. It slipped right in since it had been
dildo fucked and licked by the dog. Rex furiously fucked Sue's cunt digging
his claws into Sue's bleeding back. Rex was panting and dribbling spit all over
Sue's back. Rex kept jamming his cock deeper and deeper inside Sue. Suddenly,
Sue heard a high pitched whimper and felt Rex pull out of her. Steve had got him
off her. Sue had gotten Rex so excited, he was trying to fuck anything in sight.
Steve dragged him over to the front of Sue and calmly said "Suck him". A shocked
Sue yelled back a resounding "NO". Steve pulled Rex's paws and put them over
Sue's shoulders and onto her back. This put Rex's cock right in front of her
face. Sue kept her mouth shut but that didn't stop Rex from shoving his erection
in her nose, eyes, chin, everywhere on her face. "OK Sue, if thats how you want
it. I would think you would realize by now that I always get my way." He picked
up a leather belt and whipped Sue's ass with it. "Suck!". He looked and saw she
still wasn't so he lashed her again. He heard another scream but again saw her
resisting. Steve switched the belt in his hands putting the buckle on the end
that would reach her lovely butt. He pulled his arm back and let go his hardest
swat. Sue let out a shrill scream. The buckle tore into her fleshy rear and
started it bleeding. Steve looked up and saw a reluctant Sue open her mouth
letting Rex fuck her mouth. Crying and gagging with every thrust, Sue thought
the taste was the most revolting thing she had every had. Her stomach convulsed
causing her more pain. Meanwhile Steve made his way behind Sue and rammed his
thick, throbbing, organ into her asshole. Sue barely noticed her mind occupied
with the disgust of sucking a dog. Steve was ripping her hole harder and harder
wanting to make Sue aware of him too. The sight of the all the blood on Sue's
back and ass in addition to what Rex was doing, was really turning him on. His
thrusts were now leaving and entering her hole each time. Everything Steve had
was going into her chute. Finally, he burst in her ass, cum streaming in her,
then back out, dripping into her pussy hairs. All this time, Rex never slowed
down. He was out of control, whimpering and hitting his pecker all over her
face. Suddenly, while his cock was in Sue's mouth, Rex unloaded. A huge load
of cum shot down her throat and into her weak stomach. Another load was shot
partially in her mouth and partially in her nose. Steve yanked on the chain and
pulled Rex off her. He tied him up in the corner and walked back over to Sue.
She was laying there coughing, gagging, and crying. Steve wiped his cock off
in her blonde hair and uncuffed her. She did not move, she just layed there
motionless. Steve pushed her off the side of the round table and said "Time
for you to take a shower. You really need one. I'll be back later on when
I think what I want to do to you next. You do look kind of lonely though.
Maybe you need some company. Do you have any suggestions? How about one of
your lovely girlfriends? Think you could convince them to come here?


Door to Door Saleswoman,


Kelli was doing her ironing and taking care of the usual garbage
housework Monday morning, decked out in her sweatshirt and loose
jeans with her hair still damp from the shower.  Maury Povich was
on the TV talking about women married to serial rapists, and the
house was just starting to warm up after the last night's freeze
when the doorbell rang.

Kelli looked through the peephole and saw a professionally
dressed woman carrying a sample case.  She opened the door and
asked what the woman was selling.  "My name's Martha Howard, and
I'm with 'My Special Wardrobe'," the woman began.  "I'd like to
show you this year's catalog of fine affordable hosiery and
lingerie for the woman without time to shop for herself."  The
woman reached into her inside jacket pocket to hand Kelli her
business card, and flashed her a view of a color catalog.

Kelli opened the door and ushered the saleswoman into her living
room. "You'll have to excuse me, I've been working..." she
started.  "Don't feel any need to apologize," Martha responded,
"if you had time to keep a meticulous house you wouldn't need our
services."  With that, Martha pulled out a catalog and laid it on
the coffee table, then opened her sample case and pulled out a
lined nightgown.  "You're about a nine, right?" she asked.  Kelli
blushed and allowed as how she was closer to a ten.  The
saleswoman grinned, saying "Well, these cover a range of sizes.
Let me show you this one."  And with that, to Kelli's surprise,
the woman stood up to take off her jacket and blouse, revealing a
black lacy bra and tap pants, and pulled the nightgown over her
head.  "Feel the material," she continued with no break, "it's a
new development that combines the feel of silk with the wearing
properties of a nylon blend."  Kelli took the hem of the
nightgown between her fingers and rubbed it, agreeing that it did
feel nice.

Martha started to take off the nightgown, her voice somewhat
muffled through the material as she said "Go ahead and try this
one on - we do have them in a wide variety of colors to suit your
preference."  Kelli was a little embarrassed, but since the
saleswoman was so nonchalant about changing in front of her, she
decided it must be part of her normal routine.  So Kelli tugged
the bottom of her sweatshirt out of her pants and pulled it over
her head to remove it.

At that point, Martha palmed Kelli's breasts through her bra.
Kelli shrieked as the woman's knowing fingers found her sensitive
nipples, but her voice was muffled by the heavy sweatshirt.
Before she could uncover her head, Martha had turned her around
and bound her arms behind her back.  Then, as Kelli started
cursing her out, she tugged the sweatshirt away from Kelli's face
- only long enough to put something rubbery into Kelli's mouth.

The device was an inflatable plug, and Kelli could hear the woman
squeezing the bulb as the infernal thing filled her mouth with
the acrid taste of rubber, stretching her jaws wide to hold it in
place.  That done, the woman released the sweatshirt, once again
muffling the helpless housewife's curses. She removed Kelli's bra
and wrapped a different one around her, one with cutouts where
Kelli's nipples were.  Kelli felt the draft from the air
conditioner playing over them, and the saleswoman nodded
knowingly as they perked up like two ripe raspberries.  She ran a
feather over them, and Kelli moaned around her gag as she felt
her legs grow weak.

Martha piped up as she watched Kelli squirm, "Let's see what
we've got under those jeans!"  Kelli tried to kick, but the
saleswoman was stronger and she soon had Kelli's faded denims
sliding down her legs, revealing her drab panties.  As the woman
tugged the jeans around Kelli's ankles, the squirming woman sent
a vicious knee in the direction of her tormentor's face.  But she
wasn't quite on target, and Martha's voice turned cold in
response.  "You're not being a very good model, my dear - perhaps
you need a little... motivation."  With that, she took a spreader
bar from her sample case and locked it between Kelli's knees,
holding them open and vulnerable.

Kelli felt the cold steel of a knife touch her thighs, and she
willed herself into total stillness.  She heard more than felt
her panties ripped open, and as the air washed over her bared
pussy her wet thatch of hair testified to her arousal.  "I think
you need to try our special accessories," Martha continued, and
she probed Kelli's pussy with a long finger.  She removed her
finger and replaced it with a thin dildo, warm and slick, pushing
it deep inside Kelli as the girl squirmed on the couch, wanting
to repel the invader but unable to keep it out.  Just as Kelli
couldn't keep Martha's fingers off her nipples, or hide her
response as the woman plucked at them and made them hard, deep
red and sensitive.  Kelli moaned as the woman moved the dildo in
and out until she came, breaking into a cold sweat and slumping
back onto the sofa.

While she was out of action, Martha removed the spreader bar long
enough to slide a g-string up Kelli's legs.  She re-attached the
bar and cinched the g- string tight over the base of the dildo,
then untied Kelli's arms and pulled the sweatshirt completely off
her.  She took out the mouth plug, but before Kelli could enjoy
the relief from the strain it was replaced by a bridle and bit
which the woman squeezed savagely between Kelli's jaws.  "Let's
play horsey!" she said, tugging Kelli off the sofa and sitting on
her back.  The housewife struggled to carry the saleswoman, who
kept reaching down to alternately pinch her tits and slap her
ass.  Because of the spreader bar, Kelli could only move in small
jerky paces, while the dildo rubbed her maddeningly inside every
time she moved.  By the time they got into the kitchen she was a
mass of quivering flesh and rubber muscles.  When her tormentor
got up to get a drink from the refrigerator, Kelli found enough
strength to stumble to her feet and do a full body slam, knocking
the woman's head against the refrigerator hard enough to knock
her out.

Kelli caught her breath shakily, then went to the closet and
found some strapping tape.  She tied Martha's arms tightly
together behind her back, and started to rip the woman's bra off
but changed her mind.  She looked for the gag the woman had used
on her, coated it with hot mustard from the refrigerator, and set
it aside while she figured out how to get the spreader bar off
her legs.  That done, she started to take out the dildo, but as
she tugged the thick object out of her vagina, the sensations
were so intense that she had to close her eyes and thrust it back
in and out, rubbing her clit until she came again.

When Kelli was able to catch her breath, she pulled the slimy
object out of her with a quick shuddering gasp and set it aside.
Martha was starting to come around, so Kelli pushed the
mustard-coated gag into her mouth and sealed it with some of the
strapping tape.  She smiled coldly as a thought occurred to her.
"Don't go away now," she muttered to the dazed woman.  Kelli
rummaged in the bathroom until she found what she was looking for
- an old tube of Ben- Gay.  She squeezed some of the heating
ointment onto her fingers and then slipped her hands into the
saleswoman's bra cups, squeezing the woman's tits to and fro as
she worked the stuff in.  She stood back and watched as the
ointment took effect.  Martha began writhing on the floor,
muffled curses and moans coming from behind the gag.  Kelli
watched the sweat pop out on the woman's forehead and reached out
with one foot to rub Martha's tits, making her squirm more.  "Is
this enough motivation for you?," Kelli snarled.

Kelli tugged her G-string off, and squatted over Martha.  "Do
something nice for me, and maybe I'll cool off those tits of
yours," she said.  She reached down and peeled the strapping tape
off of the saleswoman's mouth, the gag coming with it.
"Guuhhgg..." was Martha's unintelligible reply.  "I'll take that
as a yes," said Kelli, and settled down over the woman's nose and
mouth. Quickly she felt a tongue probing around between her legs,
searching her private places until it found its way to her vagina
and clit.  "Gee, seems like you've done this before," the young
woman commented as she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation.
She rocked back and forth as the probing tongue brought her
around to a shivering orgasm, then got up and went back to the
refrigerator.  She came back with a jar of honey, and took off
the woman's bra.  Her breasts were large with bright red,
raw-looking nipples.  Kelli rubbed the cold honey all over the
breasts, pushing the nipples in with her thumbs as Martha
shuddered and moaned beneath her.  Kelli slapped them
experimentally, enjoying the way they looked when they quivered.

"Your arms must be hurting, lying on them like that," she said.
So she rolled Martha over onto her stomach, then after another
thought found the spreader bar and fastened it between Martha's
legs.  The saleswoman started to complain, but subsided quickly
when Kelli waved the gag in front of her. Kelli helped Martha up,
wobbling a little on her feet, and half-walked, half- pushed her
toward the clothes closet in the living room.  She took some
twine from the closet floor, and fastened Martha's arms to the
closet bar, then stuffed the gag back into her mouth and shut the
door.

Kelli went over to the phone and started to dial her neighbor's
number. "Peggy," she said when the call was answered, "do you
have time to come over for a while?  I've got a saleswoman here
who has the most *interesting* things to show..."

Lori's London Vacation





          As the airliner crossed from flying over water to the English
countryside, Lori watched with growing excitement. She had been
anticipating this vacation for a long time; she was finally going to
visit the country she had dreamed of for over three years. The lush
green country beneath her looked like a fairyland in the early spring
sunshine. It was one of those unusual sunny days and Lori knew that
there would be more rainy ones than sunny. She had come prepared though.
She had packed all of her rainy day clothes, including her few rubber
items. She loved wearing the rubber skirt she had bought just before
coming on the trip and also her long rubber raincoat, but her most
treasured item was a rubber corset bought through a mail order house. It
had been made in England, and fit her perfectly, squeezing her normal
24" waist down to a waspy 19". She loved the figure it gave her.
          Lori was a latex and bondage enthusiast, and had been for as
long as she could remember.  One of the main purposes of her trip was to
add to her collection of bondage and rubber goods. She had heard from a
few of her friends about the numerous rubber and latex boutiques in the
London area, and was prepared to spend money and time in them. (She had
no idea how much time.)

          After the plane had landed and Lori had gone through customs,
she gathered her baggage and moved off to find a taxi. She had
researched her trip thoroughly and had made hotel reservations near
where several latex clothing stores were located. Even though she was
tired from the long
trip, she was hoping to visit one of the shops she had heard of right
away.
          After arriving at the hotel, Lori unpacked and took a shower.
She decided that she would wear her corset under her lacy lingerie and
spring dress. It always gave her a thrill as the laces pulled tightly
closed and the pressure increased, pulling her waist into the familiar
hourglass shape. Unlike a normal corset made of satin or leather, the
rubber continuously exerted force on her body, pushing it inward, and
this was intensely exciting to Lori. She finished dressing, putting on
her black heels, brushing her hair and checking on her makeup. Then off
she went to see what delights the boutique held.  Not knowing that this
would only be the beginning of her most unusual vacation ever.

          London's streets were still busy at the early evening hour,
and Lori watched the activity with interest. Under her dress and
lingerie, she felt the tight compression of the corset, and she smiled
as her small waist drew admiring glances. The boutique was only three
blocks from the hotel. The storefront was small, but distinctively set
off by fresh paint and an attractive window displaying some of the items
sold there. Lori looked in the window, glancing at the latex on display.
She studied a mannequin in the window dressed primarily in black latex.
The outfit on the mannequin consisted of stockings, an attractive
mini-dress, long gloves and a neck corset. It was obvious from the curvy
waist that there was also a very tight corset involved. Lori wondered
what was hidden underneath. The mannequin's feet were shod in amazing
ballet toed high heels which must have been at least 8" high. "My, this
would certainly make me the center of attention at the party", said Lori
to herself, as she went into the store.
          Once inside, Lori was totally amazed by the selection and
quality. There was nothing like it back home. There was latex of almost
every color and clothes which ranged from simple to daringly sexy. The
store also had an impressive shoe department with everything from high
heeled pumps to thigh-high boots; the heel heights were from 5 to 9
inches. There was also an unbelievable array of rubber bondage gear.
          "I'd better be careful not to go broke in here", she thought.
She was examining a long latex single glove with laces and straps when a
saleswoman came up beside her and said "may I help you with anything?"
in a wonderful British accent.
          "Oooh yes, you can!" said Lori excitedly. "I have never seen
such wonderful latex and rubber before, and I am hoping I don't bankrupt
myself before I go home".
          "Well, well my dear we will try to help you avoid that and
also see that you get what you desire," said the sales lady. "I am Karen
and I own this store. We do make some of the best quality latex clothing
and bondage items in the world, and we are proud of it. I noticed you
admiring the mannequin outside".
          "Yes," Lori said, "I have fantasized about owning such lovely
things, but all I own is a skirt, raincoat, and of course the corset I
am wearing". 
          Karen looked at Lori's waist and smiled, "your waist is small,
but you look like another two inches less would suit you better; how
long will you be here in England?".
          "Only two weeks" sighed Lori. "Well then, let's first measure
you up for a new corset to suit your figure". Lori could hardly believe
that she had just arrived and already was going to be fitted for a new
corset. She was in heaven!
          "Oh yes, I would love that, and then I also would like to
purchase some of your latex lingerie as well" she said.

          Karen took Lori to the back of the store where there were
fitting rooms and
what looked like an area where the clothing was actually made or mended,
she
couldn't tell exactly. She was asked to remove her clothes and another
person
would come to measure her. She did as she was asked, and presently a
muscular
looking woman came bustling into the fitting room with a tape measure in
hand.
"Hello dear, I am Sharon; we will just have you looking like a Victorian
princess when you are pulled into this new corset" she exclaimed. Sharon
took
many measurements, including some which Lori wondered were really
necessary,
but did not complain about.  After 20 minutes, Sharon pronounced she was
done
and that the new corset would be ready in one week. Lori was pleased to
hear
this, and could hardly contain her excitement. She then dressed again
and went
back out into the store.

"I would like to buy a pair of those latex panties in blue, some black
latex
stockings, a matching garter belt, and I would like to see if I can wear
that
dress the mannequin is modeling" said Lori to Karen. "Surely. I think
you are
the same size as the mannequin, so the dress should fit; you may try it
on".
In a few minutes it was obvious that Lori was exactly the same size as
the
mannequin because the dress fit beautifully, and her curves were
enhanced by
the shiny black material. "Lori, you could model these clothes!" said
Karen,
"you are the perfect size".  Karen looked at Lori and smiled; "Would you
take
a two week job?" she asked. "Why, uh yes; YES!" said Lori. The deal was
sealed
and Lori left the store with her purchases with an agreement to return
the
next day at 9:00 AM "for work".

After Lori had left, Karen and Sharon smiled with anticipation. It was
not every day that they had someone that fit so well visit their store,
and
it had been a long time since the last "model". They were excitedly
looking forward to this two week session with Lori and she had no idea
what she was in for.

The next day, promptly at 9:00 AM, Lori walked into the shop. She was
clad
in her new latex outfit and looked very sexy. Actually, Lori had a hard
time containing her excitement in the rubber clothes; she had almost
had an orgasm while walking from her hotel. Now, she stood in the store
entrance, and tried to cool off. Then she noticed the mannequin had been
removed. She commented about this to Karen, but this was nonchalantly
waved
off. "Come on up to my flat Lori and we will discuss your modeling
duties".
Lori and Karen entered the flat, and there Lori saw Sharon and also met
two
other women, whom Karen introduced as designers; "this is Victoria and
Diane,
and you will be showing some of their best designs," said Karen. Lori
accepted
what appeared to be coffee and began sipping it. It wasn't more than 2
minutes
later that she lay prone on the floor.

When Lori awoke, she was in darkness and she could feel that something
had
been stuck over her eyes. She tried to move to remove whatever it was
but she
then discovered her hands and arms had been bound behind her! Her legs
were
tied at her ankles and knees also. There was also an inflated ball
filling her
mouth so that she could hardly make a noise, which however, she tried to
do
anyway. At her attempts to make a noise, she heard voices nearby: "Well,
it
looks like our new mannequin is back with us now."  It sounded like
Karen's
voice. The sound of several people moving nearer came to Lori and she
became
more active, trying to get out of her bondage, but to no avail. "Now
Lori, you
agreed to be our bondage model for two weeks, and that's what will
happen so
there is no need to struggle. I just neglected to mention that your
brief
modeling career will be spent INSIDE our store window mannequin, and
both you
and the mannequin will be dressed in our finest creations", said Karen.

Lori felt something being placed into her ears; it was sticky and filled
her
ears cutting out all noise. Suddenly, she heard a small voice, which
grew in
volume, and recognized as Sharon saying "We have placed small speakers
into
your ears so that we will control everything you hear for the next two
weeks.
They cannot be removed without the proper glue solvent". Lori then felt
herself being hoisted to her feet by the people around her, and the eye
patches were removed. She recognized Karen, Sharon, Victoria and Diane,
and
each had something in her hands. Victoria moved forward and placed a
heavy
rubber corset around Lori's waist. Lori noticed that the boning was
almost
continuous and that it would reach from her armpits to her thighs. Then,
while
Karen and Sharon held her, both Diane and Victoria began tightening the
corset. It had to be much smaller than she had ever worn, and Lori tried
to
complain but only made muffled moaning sounds. As the corset drew
tighter and
tighter, Lori had more trouble getting her breath; finally, Diane tied
off the
laces in back, pulled a 1" wide belt around and over them, then
padlocked it
shut. Karen moved in front of Lori and placed a small padlock through
the hole
between each stud and clasp, 9 in all. It would be impossible to remove
the
corset now, even if she had the use of her hands, and she knew the keys
would
be in someone else's possession. In her head Lori heard someone say
"that 17
inch waist is very attractive Lori, you will be wearing that corset for
two
weeks! All ofyour keys will be split up between the four of us, so it
will
take all four of us to free you, if we want to!".

"Now then, let's get her into her other things". As Lori struggled
helplessly,
the relentless foursome continued to add to her discomfort. A crotch
belt with
two large attached plugs was tightly buckled over her corset,
compressing her
waist even more, then it was also locked and the plugs were forced deep
within
her. Two wires ran from the plugs, and these were arranged off to one
side.
Next a stretchy latex bra with many studded protrusions inside the cups
was
added. A wire ran from the tip of each bra cup; these were also arranged
to
one side. Lori felt her breasts and nipples being stuck, as if there
were dull
pins poking all around them. It wasn't uncomfortable (yet) but she had
enough
presence of mind to still wonder what their purpose was.

Black latex stockings were tightly stretched up to and attached to her
corset
garters.  A pair of 6" heeled thigh boots made of heavy rubber were
laced
tightly onto her legs, so tight that she could not bend at the knees,
and
holding her painfully erect.  Then a pair of full length gloves were put
on
her hands and arms, while a rubber neck corset was being laced home
forcing
her head up and making the gag even more effective. The gloves had
straps
which threaded onto the neck corset. The gag was given several more
quick
pumps, filling her mouth even more, before a black latex helmet was
pulled
over her head.

The helmet had tiny eyepieces of glass and small nose holes as
the only openings. Tubes were inserted into the nose holes while the
laces were closed and an attached neck strap was buckled and locked in
the back. Lori was now unable to speak or hear. She had been stringently
confined like never before, and locked into bondage. Her breathing was
labored from the viciously tight corset and the tiny nose tubes.  She
felt the huge plugs filling her vagina and rectum, and the dull probes
all
around her breasts and nipples.  She was almost fainting from the
severity of
the bondage, but at the same time she had never been so turned on. She
had
begun to sweat under the latex covering her and in a bizarre way this
added to
her excitement. "Oh God what are they doing now?" she thought as she
looked
through the tiny eyepieces as two women dragged the mannequin into the
room.
She watched with amazement and some fear as the mannequin was split into
two
pieces - a front and back half - by opening nearly invisible latches all
around it (there must be 50 of those latches she thought).

Suddenly, Lori felt her body being lifted up and carried. She could not
resist
as she was stuffed into the back half of the mannequin. It was a very
tight
fit since the mannequin was actually made of steel and lined inside with
neoprene rubber. As Lori's body was pushed into the mannequin, it became
nearly impossible to move at all. The wires were carefully pulled
through a
small hole before the front piece of the mannequin was positioned over
Lori's
inert body. She wanted to scream but could only make an almost inaudible
humming noise; and then she heard through her earpiece, "Have a nice
time
modeling the wonderful outfit dear, you will be in there until this time
tomorrow, and then only let out for an hour before you are changed into
your
next costume and locked away again!". The front piece came down over her
and
she could only barely see through the mannequin's eyes because they were
tinted glass. She felt the pressure unbelievably increase more as the
first of
the 50 latches was shut and then locked. No one would ever be able to
tell
this from any other mannequin now. The only noise was a slight hiss from
the
nose tubes. There was no indication of the terrific pressure being
endured by
poor Lori inside.

Finally Lori/mannequin was pulled upright and carried into the store
window.
There, Karen and the others dressed it as if nothing unusual had
occurred.
Lori/mannequin was beginning her first day at "work".  The final touch
came a
few minutes later when the wires leading from the mannequin were
attached to a
hidden electric transformer. First, there was a subtle tingling in her
breasts. But it grew more insistent. The plugs in her vagina and rectum
began
a mad vibration dance within her! Her nipples and breasts felt as if
countless
ticklers were running over them as she had the first of many orgasms,
writhing
within the steel confines of the mannequin and under the crushing
pressure of
the layers of latex. In her ears Lori heard Karen saying, "the
transformer
works automatically and randomly varies the power, so you will never
know what
to expect next; I hope you enjoy it!". Then a sudden burst of white
noise
filled Lori's ears and continued, carrying her into a dreamlike state.

LORI'S LONDON VACATION
                          Chapter 2

Lori had struggled through her first few days in the "mannequin bondage
model" job she had accepted during her visit to the boutique. She
managed to
get through the new outfits imposed on her at each change period, which
was
once a day at around 11:00 PM. Each outfit was unique and imposed its
own
special demands on her body and will, while each also provided surprise
pleasures. She remembered the first time she had felt the electric
vibrators
and breast simulators of her first outfit, and a thrill ran through her
body.
God, she was beginning to look FORWARD to the next day's ordeals now!

She had to admit that she was being cared for, although she only was
"free"
for an hour, during which time she was fed, cleaned and allowed to use
the
bathroom. In this context, "free" was subject to a new definition - she
still
was locked into her terrifically tight rubber corset with its 17" waist,
and
her arms were always bound in some way, and her legs restrained to
prevent
escape, if she attempted it. Except for her "mealtime" she was gagged
also, so
well that very little noise was possible. Her captors were in total
control.

The first time she had been removed from the confines of the steel
mannequin,
she had noticed that all of her baggage and personal items had been
brought
from the hotel to the boutique. She had been told, through the tiny
headphones
still glued into her ears, that she had been checked out of the hotel
and was
staying with long-lost relatives. The story was complete - no one would
be
suspicious in the least - and she was held captive by the four women who
continuously subjected her to every conceivable bondage gadget and
position.

The steel, neoprene-lined mannequin was a marvel. So cunningly had it
been designed that its arms, legs and other parts could be bent into any
position to accommodate imaginatively designed bondage equipment. There
were strategically placed holes through which wires or tubes could be
fed which had been attached or inserted into the hapless victim inside.

Movement by the victim was impossible once she had been placed inside
and
the 50 latches had been closed and locked. The steel had been formed
into a
female form and painted in flesh tones; the face had been painted as if
it
were made up, the feet could be positioned to allow for high heels of
varying
height, the waist required the inhabitant inside to be laced to at least
17"
(or less), and the head !!  The head itself was a work of art. There
were eyes
which were of glass so that limited vision was possible for the person
trapped
inside.  There were small nose holes for breathing (limited by tubes or
other
implements of course), and the mouth could be fitted with various gags,
tubes
or other implements, some of which could be made to provide more
discomfort to
the poor captive. All of this was just enough to make the victim feel
almost
"visible" to those passing by on the sidewalk outside the store. It
seemed to
Lori as if she could nearly touch those passing by, or scream for help
when
the pressure became too great. But this always proved futile. All that
anyone
saw as they walked by was a motionless, speechless mannequin dressed in
erotic
bondage.

It had been 7 days now. Lori was starting her second week on the job.
She felt
that she had overcome her fears and the crushing corset didn't feel
nearly as
tight as it had when it first had been laced and locked on her unwilling
body.
She had been removed from the mannequin; it was 11:00 PM and, since she
still
had her ear pieces in, it was quiet. She was fed, through a straw this
time
since her gag had not been removed. She was wearing a full head harness,
locked onto her head and mouth. It had a small hole through the ball-gag
and
she was served through it. Her captors led her to the bathroom, arms
cuffed
behind her and with a spreader bar holding her legs apart, cuffs on her
ankles. After she had relieved herself, she was led back to her
mannequin
"home away from home".

She was sponged with water (her daily bath), and heard Karen through her
earphones, "you have done so well Lori, we are all very proud of you! As
a
matter of fact, we were observing you closely today as you were removed
and
you do appear to be ready for the NEXT LEVEL of your mannequin training!
You
see, we have really been waiting for a long time for someone as flexible
as
you to test the mannequin's design to the limit. You should be happy and
proud
of such an accomplishment!". Lori again felt a sense of terror overcome
her;
what could they mean? what were they going to do to her? She tried to
struggle
in their grasp, but had become weak and unable to put much into it and
the
corset made her lose her breath so easily. MMMffff!urggssl! she tried to
speak
to them and get them to let her out --- she was out of breath and
breathed
noisily through the short nose tubes they had attached to her
harness-gag.
Then with amazement she felt them begin unlocking her corset! Then it
was
being unlaced and for the first time in a week, she took a deep breath.
"I
convinced them!!" she thought triumphantly. This was to be a short lived
victory she soon discovered.

Victoria entered the room carrying a different corset. It also was made
of
rubber, but appeared to be heavier and SMALLER and it had many more
parts to
it than a normal corset. It had an attached crotch piece with some holes
which
she *knew* would be in strategic places. The corset was very long and
came
clear up to her armpits, but it had cutouts for her breasts. It reached
down
below her pubic bone and covered her bottom in back. There were tiny
buckles
all around the bottom and around the breast cutouts. In the back, it
reached
to the nape of her neck, where a built-in neck corset flared up and
around her
neck, enclosing it firmly in its latex grasp. The chin piece forced her
head
higher than ever before, allowing no movement downwards or sideways. As
the
corset was drawn onto her body, Lori could feel its warmth already, and
soon
it was being laced tight...tighter..still tighter..she was being crushed
again! It was intolerably tight...it had to come off, but she knew that
wouldn't happen. Her breaths came in short, rapid wheezes through the
nose
tubes. Then Karen gleefully told her that she "would soon be the proud
owner of a 15" waist!".

The laces were closed; an attached rubber flap at the back of the corset
was
tightly stretched over the laces, hiding them, and was locked shut with
four
tiny padlocks. Her breasts had been forced through the holes and were
protruding obscenely in front of her but she was unable to do anything
to
minimize them. Lori felt the crotch piece being tightened into place; it
hugged every part of her bottom and was forced tightly up into her rump,
spreading her cheeks and lips apart, making them available to anything
or
anyone. There were rubber straps and buckles holding this piece in place
and
once tightened, they exerted constant force, so no loosening was
possible. The
next sensation Lori felt was prodding around her bottom, and then she
felt
something go inside her, no it was several things! She was being impaled
up
her rectum, vagina and urethra!!! Actually, if she had been able to see
them,
she had catheters inserted into her rectum (a double Bardex catheter)
and
urethra (a Foley catheter) and an electrically driven vibrator into her
vagina. The Bardex was of a special design and could allow for a
"continuous"
or "forced" enema at the desire of the person controlling it. Two
balloons,
one inside and one outside, were inflated, effectively sealing it into
place,
while Lori squirmed in discomfort/pleasure. The Foley bulb was also
inflated
and attached to a long discharge tube which would be led out of the
mannequin.
The vibrator had been specially made to be the most deluxe female device
on
the market; Lori would be the first to test it out. It was tightly fixed
into
place, and even though it had not been turned on yet, Lori nearly had an
orgasm from her movements to escape the tight bondage she was being
subjected
to; unfortunately for her, it was only the beginning.

Clear plastic conical pieces were being attached to the buckles around
her
breasts. These were snugly fitted holding her breasts firmly, and a
clear
plastic hose led from the nipple area of each cone; her breasts began to
warm
inside the cones as Lori guessed (correctly) that they had been made of
a
special material. A solid copper piece was placed over each of the
plastic
cones and the plastic tube fed through a matching hole in the copper.
Lori was
barely able to see that the copper pieces had numerous electrical
connections
and she figured she was in for the worst (or best!) of it. What she did
not
know yet was that her entire corset was threaded throughout its length
with
small copper wires and that when the electrical connections were made at
the
copper cones, the entire corset would also be connected. The clear
plastic had
been made to efficiently conduct electricity, and as Lori would perspire
more,
the better a conductor they would become. The clear plastic tubes also
played
a role: they would be hooked up to an air pump and would serve to pull
Lori's
breasts into firm contact with the plastic cups, allowing each breast to
serve
as an electrical contact point. The corset would distribute the current
as it
was fed to her breasts, and thus Lori's entire torso would feel the
electrical
stimulus. However, her torso would only be the positive contact point.

Heavy latex stockings were pulled up Lori's legs; these fit very tightly
and
were anchored to neutrally grounded buckles on the corset. A neutral
ground
was needed because these would serve as the negative contact.  Each
stocking
was threaded with wires and in order for the wires to make good contact.
Thigh
length boots were laced onto her feet and legs. Each boot ended in a
spectacular ballet heel, 9" in height, forcing Lori's feet into a
permanent
"en pointe" position. Wires led from the top of each stocking and would
be
connected later.

Lori felt the gag in her head harness being deflated momentarily, and
then a
tube was being fed through the hole. She felt it begin to make its way
into
her mouth, then down her throat. She nearly gagged, and it slowed its
descent.
In her ears she heard Sharon "swallow slowly now, this is a stomach tube
for
you. The front end is coated with an anesthetic to stop your reflex
actions.".
So Lori resignedly swallowed (what else COULD she do???) and she felt
the tube
make its way down her throat. After 10 or 15 minutes of swallowing,
Sharon
said again "excellent my dear, you have the tube into your stomach now,
so we
can inflate your gag again..." which rapidly happened next. The gag was
inflated more than before though, actually to the point where Lori
assumed
what is known as the "gag look": a fixed stare forward as the mouth and
cheeks
are filled to capacity and no noise or breathing is possible through the
mouth. Lori shed a tear as the pump was removed, and Karen deftly wiped
it
away, telling her through her ear pieces "tut tut my dear, we are only
beginning this part of your training; we still have to finish your head
bondage and then begin on your arms before installing you into your
mannequin...!".

The "rest" of the head bondage consisted of a 'Y' clipped to her short
nose
tubes with a much longer tube attached to it, allowing Lori only one
breathing
passage. She felt cool air being forced into her nose, so presently it
was not
difficult to breathe. She was afraid this would change...true. Her
harness was
tightened to its fullest, holding the gag, nose tubes and stomach tube
firmly
in place, then three locks were closed to permanently fix it to her
head. In
addition to having the ear pieces glued into her ears, soft wax was
forced
into each ear, a rubber skull cap was pulled over her hair, tied under
her
chin, and the wax was taped tightly forcing it in. Karen and Sharon
grabbed
onto each of Lori's eyelids, pulling her lashes up and taped the lashes,
holding her eyes open. Similar tape was added below her eyes, pulling
each eye
wide open, in an expression of surprise. Finally, over each open eye
Karen
placed an oval, soft piece of plastic filled with fluid. These were also
taped
on, forcing Lori to look through the colored liquid inside. She could
not
blink her eyes nor could she close them; she could only stare fixedly
forward.

Lori's arms were pulled behind her and a strap was buckled forcing her
elbows
nearly together ... just the beginning. Each of her fingers was taped
together, thumb to thumb and so on until the little fingers were tightly
taped
together. A rubber strap was wrapped around her wrists pulling them
tightly
together. Then a rubber arm binder was pulled up her arms, reaching to
her
shoulders. The lacing started to close, and as it reached her elbows,
the
strap there was pulled tighter now actually forcing her elbows together;
then
the lacing was continued all the way up to her shoulders. Her arms
glistened
in the black rubber cocoon, appearing as one from above her elbows all
the way
down to her fingertips. Shoulder straps held the binder up assuring no
slippage at all. As a final touch, Victoria added three small padlocks
at the
top, middle and bottom of the binder; the keys were shared between her
Karen
and Sharon so even if through some magic, Lori was able to communicate
her
plight, she could not escape until all the keys were recovered.

Lori's bondage was complete. Every orifice of her body was violated in
some
way. Her eyes were covered, ears filled, her nose had breathing tubes,
her
mouth and throat filled into her stomach; her rectum was sealed by the
Bardex,
her urethra emptied through the Foley and her vagina was invaded by the
new
vibrator. She was crushed in an unyielding cocoon of rubber. Her
breasts,
clitoris, and indeed most of her skin would soon feel the stimulation as
she
was wired up. She was ready for the mannequin.

If she could have screamed, she would have; if she could have struggled
she
would have, but the progressive bondage had so exhausted her that Lori
hardly
sensed that she was being carried. The eye covers tended to remove her
further
from reality. She was in another world of shifting colors. The only
senses she
had from the outside for the time being was the cool air forced into her
nose
and the continuous pressure all over her body from the rubber. This
changed
when she felt herself being forced into the mannequin; its arms had been
shifted to accommodate her arm binder; its head had shifted slightly for
the
neck corset holding her head erect; additional neoprene pads had been
inserted
at the waist to insure that Lori's crushed little 15" waist was properly
supported. All of the tubes and wires were led to their proper places
and fed
through holes to the outside of the mannequin. Then, the front half of
the
mannequin was forced into place, holding Lori immovably inside. She
could not
hear, but only sense the latches being closed and locked, and then she
felt
herself being hauled erect. She knew the mannequin was being moved to
the
store window where it would be dressed in some kind of bizarre outfit.
Again,
she would be inside for almost 24 hours while the outside world went
about its
business unknowing and uncaring for how could they know? or care?

After some time had passed, it could have been minutes or hours, Lori
had no way of telling, she heard Karen speaking "Well now Lori dear, we
have you all fixed up and you are about to have the time of your life. I
hope you enjoy it! We will speak to you again in a while, so bye now."
Then
the white noise began, blurring Lori's existence. The Bardex filling her
rectum came to life as hot water began entering her, quickly bloating
her
under the corset's compression; She felt something in her throat, a
slight
filling sensation, as unknown to her, a large quantity of warm Castor
oil had
entered her stomach; the Bardex continued to fill her until she felt she
could
take no more, then all of a sudden she could relieve the pressure
through the
expelling tube which was built into the Bardex; it was temporary though
since
the tube's exit could be closed, thus forcing her to fill up again.

The electric stimulus began as a slight 'tickling' feeling all over her
body.
She could feel it all over her legs, up over her stomach and back, but
especially in her breasts as they were pulled forward to contact the
insides
of the plastic cones by the vacuum effect induced on them. She could not
pull
back as they were relentlessly forced toward the copper on the outside
and the
electricity flowed effortlessly into her. The current increased
dramatically
causing her to take in a sharp breath (at least as sharp as possible);
this
was sensed on the outside, and a new gas began to course through her
nose
tube, a gas which would heighten her sexual libido and increase her
awareness.
Suddenly her vaginal area was treated to the deluxe vibrator's
abilities; it
was wild and great - she was losing control - nothing mattered but the
present; each second that passed became more intense - the filling of
her
stomach and intestines, the noise in her ears, the gas, the colored eye
patches, the total electrical stimulus --- all served to keep Lori in a
continuing state of arousal for nearly 20 hours. Then, mercifully it
stopped.
She was allowed a rest.....until the next day.

Here is the second part of what I have of this story.
---------------------

After the third day's ordeal in the mannequin was at an end, Lori was
removed from it and told of the group's plans for her.  "We have made
everything as easy as can be" Karen told her; "You will be allowed two
days of relative freedom here at the boutique before your trip.  You
may pick out any items of clothing you like here and they are yours
for the time you spent with us. However, our agreement with the store
in America is for you to return twice a year for two weeks to model
for us again. You will be amply compensated for your troubles, and a
trust fund has been set up for you. All we require is your signature
on this document, which gives us your
consent to proceed with our plans; I am sure you will have no problem
signing it..."

Lori's hands were uncuffed and she signed with mixed feelings. She
could say nothing since she had a large rubber ball held in her mouth
by a head harness. She was taken to the rear of the store where her
body measurements were taken so that the construction of the boxes
could begin. Then, she was relieved of her restraints except for cuffs
on her ankles and wrists connected by a chain. She was allowed to take
a long shower and put on her makeup for the first time in over 10
days. It was a wonderful feeling to be freed from the compressions of
a corset and continuous bondage. When she had finished, she saw that a
set of clothes had been laid out for her. The
outfit consisted of latex panties, garter belt, stockings, bra, 18"
corset, skirt and blouse. There also was a pair of 6" heel pumps. Lori
needed help with the corset, but once the outfit was on, she was
visited by Sharon and Victoria and steel cuffs were locked onto her
legs and arms. These were attached together with lengths of chain
between her wrists and legs, and
then these were connected by another length of chain, effectively
hobbling her because the heels were also locked on her feet.

"These will stay on until we have the boxes done so you won't be
running away from us and ruin our little plan for you Lori", said
Sharon.  And that is the way it was for Lori for the next two days.

The boxes arrived. One was a very large heavy wooden box.  The other
box was made of tubular steel and had numerous attachments and could
be tailored to fit any particular application.  Karen was pleased and
excited when it arrived. "I hope you will appreciate the thought we
all put into this Lori!" she said. Lori was stripped of her clothing
and made ready for the steel
frame. Foley and Bardex catheters were again inserted into her and
their balloons were inflated making removal impossible. A new rubber
corset, heavier than any she had worn before was produced and placed
on her. It was very long, and included a neck-piece and crotch with
three holes for the catheters plus a plug or vibrator. There were
straps which were tightly fastened and locked once the lacing was
fully closed. The corset forced Lori's form into a beautiful S-bend
and gave her a 16" waist. She was forced to take quick, short breaths.
The neck-piece held her head up high and allowed no turning from side
to side. The crotch forced the catheters well
up into her body cavities and held them there. Another vibrator was
produced by Diane and pushed into Lori's vagina; it was held in by a
temporary strap attached to the corset's flap. Karen brought in a new
gag, which she proudly announced was of her own design and made
especially for use with the steel frame. This gag had a wire/rubber
cage which was forced over Lori's tongue
and held it firmly.  Around the tongue cage there was a heavy rubber
bladder which could be inflated, and attached to this at the outside
was a metal fitting with a screw attachment. Once this whole affair
was in Lori's mouth, only the metal fitting was visible, and she could
hardly utter a sound. Karen said "This is only the start with your
gag, dear, since we must insure that you make no noise during your
trip. More later...". Lori was unable to answer her.

Heavy rubber stockings were pulled up Lori's legs and attached to the
corset's garters, pulling them tight. It was difficult to bend her
legs with them on, they were of such thick rubber. Similar rubber
gloves were pulled up Lori's arms. The gloves reached to the top of
her shoulders, and were attached with straps to her neck-piece. It now
became difficult to bend her
arms and flex her fingers. A hood, made of the same heavy rubber was
laced tightly onto Lori's head. There were small colored glass
eyepieces which Lori could barely see through, and nose tubes for her
to breathe through. There was a small opening for the gag's screw
piece to fit through. The helmet had small earphones which fit inside
Lori's ears. She could be fed white noise, or someone could talk to
her through them; otherwise she could hear nothing.

Thigh length boots were laced onto her legs. These boots had
incredible ballet heels which were at least 9" high. The boots had a
two inch strap at the top which covered the knot of the laces, and
this strap was pulled tight and locked with a small padlock. Karen
kept the keys. Now that Lori was "dressed" and was prone on the floor
(she couldn't stand in those boots!), Karen attached several more
items to Lori's body.

Steel bands were locked onto her neck, upper torso, waist, thighs,
ankles, forearms and wrists. Each band had several fittings welded on
so that bolts could be passed through. Over the end of each ballet
boot, Victoria placed a harness of straps which ended in a steel loop
right at the boot-tip, and there was a matching loop behind Lori's
heel. Now no time was wasted as the four women picked Lori up and
carried her over to the frame. She was lowered stomach first onto the
bottom half of the frame. The first attachment was to pass a bolt
through her waist belt and on through a matching hole in the frame,
then threading a nut onto the bolt and tightening it with a wrench.
This served to hold Lori onto the frame while the top half was lowered
over her prone body. The top half was fixed in place so that the total
height of the frame was no more than two feet. Next, a cross member
was placed vertically at Lori's neck and adjusted so that bolts were
passed through it and her neck band forcing her head up and forward.
These bolts were tightened also. Then Lori's legs were bent double and
a bolt was passed through each ankle and thigh band; her legs were
held in a doubled up position. Each knee was then strapped to an outer
cross member of the frame forcing her legs wide apart. Her arms were
bolted together at the wrists and
forearms, forcing them into the familiar single-glove position, and
then they were attached to the top half of the frame by more bolts and
nuts at the wrists and forearms. Her arms were now held together as
one and forced upward in contact with the top half of the frame. Each
leg was similarly bolted to the frame from her thighs and ankles. Lori
was now in a pretty much fixed state, that is any movement was
practically impossible. But now Karen introduced what she termed the
"fun part".

>From the front of the frame, Karen passed a threaded bar through a
hole strategically placed in front of Lori's gag. She pushed the bar
into the hole of Lori's gag and began to thread it slowly into the
gag. As this was done, the cage around Lori's poor tongue grabbed and
held it, but also began to slowly pull it forward in her mouth. The
fixed position of Lori's head made it impossible to move forward and
so her tongue was slowly pulled forward. Karen was careful to note
when Lori's discomfort level seemed just high enough, and then gave
the bar another couple of turns. The bar was then locked in place at
the outside of the frame.  Lori could hardly believe it; her tongue
seemed like it was being pulled out of her head. She was even further
distressed when the rubber bladder over the cage began to inflate,
filling her mouth and tightening around the cage even more. It was
totally impossible to utter a sound; only a low whine was heard
through her nose tubes.

Next Karen moved to the rear of the frame and pushed a similar bar
through a similar hole and pointed this towards the vibrator in Lori's
rear. The strap holding the vibrator in place was removed, and the bar
was then threaded into a matching hole at the base of the vibrator.
The bar was threaded slowly into the vibrator, pushing it far into
Lori's vagina. She could not move and could only feel the pressure
building.  She was impaled from the front and rear and could not move
at all. She could barely see through her colored glass eyepieces. The
heavy rubber encasing her body was getting her too hot...she had to
get out, but couldn't. She was nearly in a panic; then the vibrator
was turned on. In her earpieces she heard Karen tell her that the
vibrator would run continously from a high powered battery pack which
would be placed inside the box with her.

Finally, a chain was passed through the steel loops at the tips of her
ballet boots. This chain was pulled forward to the front of the frame
and locked to it. Nipple clamps were applied to Lori's breasts and
tightened. Each clamp had a small steel loop at the tip; a smaller
chain was produced and pulled through these loops. This chain went
back to the vibrator and attached in such a way that the vibrations
were also transmitted to Lori's nipples. The Foley catheter was
attached to a bag inside the frame so that no leaks were possible
there. Lori/frame was then lifted off the floor and placed inside the
large wooden crate. If Lori could have screamed or moved, she would
have done so but it was impossible. She felt the Bardex tube being
attached to another tube. It was a hose which attached to a heavy
rubber enema bag inside the crate.  The bag was filled with a mixture
of water and vegetable oil. A timer was set by Karen so that
periodically there would be some of this mixture injected into Lori's
rectum by the Bardex. She would not be able to expel any if it until
she had arrived at her destination and been freed. This would be a
long time. As a last touch, Lori's nose tubes were attached to another
tube inside the crate which led to a hidden opening on the outside for
her air supply.

The girls said a final goodbye as Karen and Sharon lowered the top of
the crate over Lori's prone, still body. It would be impossible to
detect that a live body was inside. Lori was plunged into darkness as
the top was nailed on. All she heard was the white noise playing in
her ears. She was filled and immobile. The package was ready for
transfer.



Lori's London Vacation
                          Chapter 3

The time dilation effect experienced while she was a captive inside the
annequin was awesome. Lori had never, ever experienced anything like it.
The
sensory deprivation coupled with stimulation over most of her body and
the
severe compression of the corset was indescribable. The white noise in
her
ears, gag and stomach tube, nose tubes, and the colored plastic eye
patches
served to disorient her totally. The added effects of the vibrator,
plugs,
corset, ballet boots and electrical stimulation pushed her over the
edge.
After so many hours inside the mannequin, she simply had to yield to the
pressures and fatigue.

So, it was no surprise to Karen, Victoria, Sharon and Diane when they
removed
Lori from the mannequin that she had no capability to resist them at
all. This
allowed them the freedom to permit Lori some extra time outside the
mannequin,
and they discussed possibilities for her future. Lori could not hear
them
discuss her future because of the ear plugs and continuing white noise.
Diane
said, "You know, Lori has been such a perfect fit for the mannequin that
it
seems a shame for her to only have two weeks experience and then leave
us."
"Maybe we can convince Lori to stay on a while!" Karen said in response.
So
the four women discussed this at length. They decided to keep Lori three
more
days in the mannequin before removing her to begin her transfer
preparations.

Her transfer would consist of a trip to America to work as a mannequin
model!
Karen had a close friend who owned a bondage boutique. She had agreed to
use
Lori as a mannequin model for her store. But first a description of her
three
remaining days in the mannequin. And then her preparation for the
transfer.

Lori remained locked into the rubber corset with its 15" waist.  Her
colored
plastic eye patches were removed as was the tape holding her eyes open.
This
allowed her to rest, even sleep if she could. The catheters and vibrator
had
been removed also, but her gag with its stomach tube and the nose tubes
remained. After a while she did sleep.

She awoke at some time later, but had no idea how long it had been. It
was
still dark outside and Lori was thankful that she now at least had the
ability
to see and close her eyes if she wanted to. She wouldn't be going
anywhere in
her ballet boots; her hands were cuffed behind her; the single glove had
been
removed along with the rubber straps and the tape holding her fingers
together. She felt relatively free in comparison to the imprisonment
inside
the mannequin. Of course she did not know of Karen's plans for her.

After a short while, Karen and the others came into the room. Noticing
that
Lori was awake, Karen moved over to her and with Diane's help, pulled
her into
a sitting position on the floor. "You've had some rest and that is good
Lori;
we have some news to tell you". And so Lori was told about their plans.
Lori
was helpless. She could hardly make a noise with the gag and tubes, and
of
course she couldn't run away. She had to resign herself to their plan
for her.
After the short one-way talk, Karen and the others began to prepare Lori
for
her final three days in the mannequin.

Day One in the mannequin consisted of Lori, dressed in the rubber corset
still
and effectively gagged, being installed into a heavy rubber heat bag.
This was
as loose fitting as the mannequin would allow, and was wired throughout
with
heating elements much like a giant heating pad. Only Lori's head was
free of
the bag. Once she had been locked into the mannequin and it had been
placed
into its place in the store's display window, the bag was plugged in.
Throughout the day and evening, Lori was subjected to varied heat
levels. This
day served to firm her body up and lose any excess fluid.

On Day Two, the weight loss was reinforced. The rubber corset was
complimented
with a new corset over the top of it. The new corset was made of rawhide
leather, laced tightly and then sponged with water until it was
thoroughly
wet. Lori was placed into the mannequin and locked in. Over the next
several
hours, it became warmer in the display window. Inside the mannequin, the
rawhide began to dry and constrict over Lori's form. The double
compression of
the rubber corset and the rawhide forced Lori's breathing to come in
short
gasps.

On her final day, she was put into a double rubber suit. Hot water was
pumped
between the inner and outer layer. The pressure forced the rubber into
every
crevice of her body. The hot water tested her endurance yet again. The
trip
would be the real test though.

All of this was to prepare Lori for her transfer. She would be enclosed
as a
"package" for shipment to a sister boutique in the US in the city where
Lori
lived. Lori's employer had been sent a letter informing them that Lori
had
found a new position with better career opportunities in the modeling
field.

Lori's transfer required construction of two very special boxes and some
new
bondage apparatus. Karen and the girls had enjoyed planning this
particular
stage because it was always fun to use their imaginations and see the
results.
One box would be fitted inside the other. The inner box would be made of
steel, and would actually be more of a frame than a totally closed box.
Karen's plan was for Lori to be installed into this frame first and then
for
Lori/frame to be installed into the outer, wooden box.

After the third day's ordeal in the mannequin was at an end, Lori was
removed from it and told of the group's plans for her. "We have made
everything as easy as can be" Karen told her;  "You will be allowed two
days
of relative freedom here at the boutique before your trip. You may pick
out
any items of clothing you like here and they are yours for the time you
spent
with us. However, our agreement with the store in America is for you to
return
twice a year for two weeks to model for us again. You will be amply
compensated for your troubles, and a trust fund has been set up for you.
All
we require is your signature on this document, which gives us your
consent to
proceed with our plans. I am sure you will have no problem signing it."

Lori's hands were released and she signed with mixed feelings. She could
say
nothing since she had a large rubber ball held in her mouth by a head
harness.
She was taken to the rear of the store where her body measurements were
taken
so that the construction of the boxes could begin. Then, she was
relieved of
her restraints except for cuffs on her ankles and wrists connected by a
chain.
She was allowed to take a long shower and put on her makeup for the
first time
in over 10 days. It was a wonderful feeling to be freed from the
compressions
of a corset and continuous bondage. When she had finished, she saw that
a set
of clothes had been laid out for her. The outfit consisted of latex
panties,
garter belt, stockings, bra, 18" corset, skirt and blouse. There also
was a
pair of 6" heel pumps. Lori needed help with the corset, but once the
outfit
was on, she was visited by Sharon and Victoria and steel cuffs were
locked
onto her legs and arms. These were attached together with lengths of
chain
between her wrists and legs, and then these were connected by another
length
of chain, effectively hobbling her because the heels were also locked on
her
feet.

"These will stay on until we have the boxes done so you won't be running
away
from us and ruin our little plan for you Lori", said Sharon. And that is
the
way it was for Lori for the next two days.

The boxes arrived. One was a very large heavy wooden box. The other box
was
made of tubular steel and had numerous attachments and could be tailored
to
fit any particular application. Karen was pleased and excited when it
arrived.
"I hope you will appreciate the thought we all put into this Lori!" she
said.
Lori was stripped of her clothing and made ready for the steel frame.
Foley
and Bardex catheters were again inserted into her and their balloons
were
inflated making removal impossible. A new rubber corset, heavier than
any she
had worn before was produced and placed on her. It was very long, and
included
a neck-piece and crotch with three holes for the catheters plus a plug
or
vibrator. There were straps which were tightly fastened and locked once
the
lacing was fully closed. The corset forced Lori's form into a beautiful
S-bend
and gave her a 16" waist. She was forced to take quick, short breaths.
The
neck-piece held her head up high and allowed no turning from side to
side. The
crotch forced the catheters well up into her body cavities and held them
there. Another vibrator was produced by Diane and pushed into Lori's
vagina;
it was held in by a temporary strap attached to the corset's flap. Karen
brought in a new gag, which she proudly announced was of her own design
and
made especially for use with the steel frame. This gag had a wire/rubber
cage
which was forced over Lori's tongue and held it firmly. Around the
tongue cage
there was a heavy rubber bladder which could be inflated, and attached
to this
at the outside was a metal fitting with a screw attachment. Once this
whole
affair was in Lori's mouth, only the metal fitting was visible, and she
could
hardly utter a sound. Karen said "This is only the start with your gag,
dear,
since we must insure that you make no noise during your trip. More
later."
Lori was unable to answer her.

Heavy rubber stockings were pulled up Lori's legs and attached to the
corset's
garters, pulling them tight. It was difficult to bend her legs with them
on,
they were of such thick rubber. Similar rubber gloves were pulled up
Lori's
arms. The gloves reached to the top of her shoulders, and were attached
with
straps to her neck-piece. It now became difficult to bend her arms and
flex
her fingers. A hood, made of the same heavy rubber was laced tightly
onto
Lori's head. There were small colored glass eyepieces which Lori could
barely
see through, and nose tubes for her to breathe through. There was a
small
opening for the gag's screw piece to fit through. The helmet had small
earphones which fit inside Lori's ears. She could be fed white noise, or
someone could talk to her through them; otherwise she could hear
nothing.
Thigh length boots were laced onto her legs. These boots had incredible
ballet
heels which were at least 9" high. The boots had a two inch strap at the
top
which covered the knot of the laces, and this strap was pulled tight and
locked with a small padlock. Karen kept the keys. Now that Lori was
"dressed"
and was prone on the floor (she couldn't stand in those boots!), Karen
attached several more items to Lori's body.

Steel bands were locked onto her neck, upper torso, waist, thighs,
ankles,
forearms and wrists. Each band had several fittings welded on so that
bolts
could be passed through. Over the end of each ballet boot, Victoria
placed a
harness of straps which ended in a steel loop right at the boot-tip, and
there
was a matching loop behind Lori's heel. Now no time was wasted as the
four
women picked Lori up and carried her over to the frame. She was lowered
stomach first onto the bottom half of the frame. The first attachment
was to
pass a bolt through her waist belt and on through a matching hole in the
frame, then threading a nut onto the bolt and tightening it with a
wrench.
This served to hold Lori onto the frame while the top half was lowered
over
her prone body. The top half was fixed in place so that the total height
of
the frame was no more than two feet. Next, a cross member was placed
vertically at Lori's neck and adjusted so that bolts were passed through
it
and her neck band forcing her head up and forward. These bolts were
tightened
also. Then Lori's legs were bent double and a bolt was passed through
each
ankle and thigh band; her legs were held in a doubled up position. Each
knee
was then strapped to an outer cross member of the frame forcing her legs
wide
apart. Her arms were bolted together at the wrists and forearms, forcing
them
into the familiar single-glove position, and then they were attached to
the
top half of the frame by more bolts and nuts at the wrists and forearms.
Her
arms were now held together as one and forced upward in contact with the
top
half of the frame. Each leg was similarly bolted to the frame from her
thighs
and ankles. Lori was now in a pretty much fixed state, that is any
movement
was practically impossible. But now Karen introduced what she termed the
"fun
part".

>From the front of the frame, Karen passed a threaded bar through a hole
strategically placed in front of Lori's gag. She pushed the bar into the
hole
of Lori's gag and began to thread it slowly into the gag. As this was
done,
the cage around Lori's poor tongue grabbed and held it, but also began
to
slowly pull it forward in her mouth. The fixed position of Lori's head
made it
impossible to move forward and so her tongue was slowly pulled forward.
Karen
was careful to note when Lori's discomfort level seemed just high
enough, and
then gave the bar another couple of turns. The bar was then locked in
place at
the outside of the frame. Lori could hardly believe it; her tongue
seemed like
it was being pulled out of her head. She was even further distressed
when the
rubber bladder over the cage began to inflate, filling her mouth and
tightening around the cage even more. It was totally impossible to utter
a
sound; only a low whine was heard through her nose tubes.

Next Karen moved to the rear of the frame and pushed a similar bar
through a
similar hole and pointed this towards the vibrator in Lori's rear. The
strap
holding the vibrator in place was removed, and the bar was then threaded
into
a matching hole at the base of the vibrator. The bar was threaded slowly
into
the vibrator, pushing it far into Lori's vagina. She could not move and
could
only feel the pressure building. She was impaled from the front and rear
and
could not move at all. She could barely see through her colored glass
eyepieces. The heavy rubber encasing her body was getting her too
hot...she
had to get out, but couldn't. She was nearly in a panic; then the
vibrator was
turned on. In her earpiece she heard Karen tell her that the vibrator
would
run continuously from a high powered battery pack which would be placed
inside the box with her.

Finally, a chain was passed through the steel loops at the tips of her
ballet
boots. This chain was pulled forward to the front of the frame and
locked to
it. Nipple clamps were applied to Lori's breasts and tightened. Each
clamp had
a small steel loop at the tip; a smaller chain was produced and pulled
through
these loops. This chain went back to the vibrator and attached in such a
way
that the vibrations were also transmitted to Lori's nipples. The Foley
catheter was attached to a bag inside the frame so that no leaks were
possible
there. Lori/frame was then lifted off the floor and placed inside the
large
wooden crate. If Lori could have screamed or moved, she would have done
so but
it was impossible. She felt the Bardex tube being attached to another
tube. It
was a hose which attached to a heavy rubber enema bag inside the crate.
The
bag was filled with a mixture of water and vegetable oil. A timer was
set by
Karen so that periodically there would be some of this mixture injected
into
Lori's rectum by the Bardex. She would not be able to expel any if it
until
she had arrived at her destination and been freed. This would be a long
time.
As a last touch, Lori's nose tubes were attached to another tube inside
the
crate which led to a hidden opening on the outside for her air supply.

The girls said a final goodbye as Karen and Sharon lowered the top of
the
crate over Lori's prone, still body. It would be impossible to detect
that a
live body was inside. Lori was plunged into darkness as the top was
nailed on.
All she heard was the white noise playing in her ears. She was filled
and
immobile. The package was ready for transfer.