*The next morning...*
Erica woke with a start, and not for the first time in the long, dreadful night. The end of her sleep was brought about, once more, by a subconscious attempt to move and the startling realization that she couldn’t. Every time one of these sudden awakenings happened, it brought with it a new awareness of her horrible predicament, and she cried out softly, whining, as the hopelessness of her situation filled her. She was lying on her side with her legs drawn up to her bare chest, inside a small metal cage that was barely big enough to fit her. Her shoulders ached from their confinement within a tight, black leather armbinder behind her back, and she fought against it in renewed frustration as she woke. Once again, the sheath gave no sign of weakening, her struggles leaving her panting for air through her nose above the gag, the tight leather corset on her waist making her quickly winded.
This time her awakening in the dark also brought with it two new displeasures and she screamed into the thick rubber gag in her mouth in frustration. The first, more immediate concern, was the cramp that was beginning to form in her thigh. She tried to relieve the pain by shifting slightly inside the confines of the small cage, stretching the leg as much as she can by slipping her toes through the bars and pressing against them. Panting for air through her nose, she pressed her sheathed arms back against the other side of the cage while she rode the wave of pain from the cramp until it finally dissipated.
The second new concern, though less immediate, was not one that could be dealt with so readily, however. A growing ache was beginning to form in her bladder, and she felt the urgent need to pee. She tried to shift to relieve some of the pressure on her bladder, but her options were so limited in the cursed leather restraints that there was little she could do. The insides of her thighs stuck together as she shifted, still sticky from her captor’s cum after the savage rape earlier.
She wanted so desperately to sleep, waking to find her nightmare at an end. The tight leather on her tender flesh and the growing need to pee confounded her attempts to rest, however, and she found herself trapped in a blurred world somewhere between sound sleep and the waking world. She slept fitfully, her dreams nightmarish as her subconscious seemed wickedly bent on conjuring up new explanations for why her body would not move as it commanded. Once she dreamt that she was in the grasp of some cruel, tentacled alien. Another of her mind’s fiendish creations found her the prisoner of sadistic buccaneers.
To make the cruel dreams worse, a return to the waking world brought no relief from the horrors of the sleeping one. Whatever relief she momentarily felt when she woke to discover that she was not held wide by the quivering tentacles of some creature from beyond the stars that was about to rape her was quickly replaced by the knowledge that she was still just as much a prisoner. Though her captor was of a much more mundane variety, she was still very much his captive, and his dried cum on her body was proof that his motives were no more pure.
She woke with a start in response to a loud rattling of her little cage, having not even realized she had fallen asleep. Her tired eyes burned and her whole body ached from the long confinement. She looked up at her captor as she tried to blink the sleep from her eyes, groaning around the gag, trying desperately to plead with him.
“I trust you slept well.” He said mockingly as he opened the door of the cage.
Stretching her legs out through the open door, her body shuddered and spasmed at the relief of finally uncoiling them. Rolling onto her stomach, her bare breasts pressed to the cold floor of the cage, she sobbed as her legs twitched. She felt him grab the ring on the end of the armbinder and drag her the rest of the way out of the cage. After allowing her only a moment to recover, he lifted her to stand, and she leaned against him as he legs threatened to buckle beneath her. With one arm wrapped around her waist, between the armbinder and the corset, he led her slowly across the room. The pace was slow, allowing her to shuffle along next to him on her protesting legs, the short chain rattling between the cuffs on her ankles.
“I know that last night must have been hard for you.” He spoke softly, and she sobbed pitifully in response as the fresh memories of the long night flooded through her once more. “Today doesn’t have to be like that, pet. We’re going to get you cleaned up and fed now. And if you’re a good girl, it will be a much more bearable day. Ok? Can you be good?”
Groaning, she nodded her head desperately, drool dripping over her chin to spill on her breasts as she shuffled next to her captor. She promised herself that she would not defy her captor today, that she would do whatever he demanded, and that she would get him to lower his guard.
Crossing the room, he led her through a door and into a gleaming, white tiled bathroom. The smooth tiles were cool beneath her bare feet as he led her inside. The need to pee seemed to amplify as she crossed the threshold of the sparsely appointed room, and she grunted behind the gag, nodding with her head toward the toilet.
“You have to pee, pet?” He asked, meeting her eyes while the hand on her waist strayed down to rest on her ass.
“Uh huh” She groaned behind the gag, pressing her thighs together. “Then go.” He said, giving her ass cheek a playful swat.
Whimpering, the chain between her ankles rattling, she shuffled over to the toilet and sat down on it. She blushed, her cheeks scarlet, as the torrent of pee rushed from her, splashing into the bowl beneath her, not even pausing to consider that he might leave to give her some privacy. She looked over at the roll of toilet paper and then up at him as she finished, still blushing, unable to clean herself up with her arms trapped behind her in the leather restraint.
“We’ll get you cleaned up in a minute.” He said as he turned on the water in the large clawfoot tub. “Let’s get all that leather off you first.”
She stood as he approached her and he turned her, his hands moving to the straps on the back of the armbinder. When she turned, she caught sight of herself in the mirror and gasped in surprise. She hardly recognized herself as she stared at the reflection looking back at her. Her hair was a matted mess, sticking out in tufts where it had broken free of the thin leather straps that held the thick rubber ball in place in her mouth. The ball forced her lips wide, and her chin was wet with drool. Her eyes looked tired and red, dark rings beneath them.
Her usually slim waist was slimmer still, an hourglass shape created by the black leather corset. Her breasts were pushed forward, accented by the straps of the armbinder between them. The pressure on her shoulders began to lesson as he gradually loosened the straps behind her, finally reaching around to unbuckle the straps between her breasts and then draw the sheath back down off her arms, letting it fall to the floor behind her. Her arms tingled as she finally moved them, bending her elbows, wrists still strapped together with the little belt from the night before. Her fingers ached as she slowly unwrapped them from each other.
She moaned in pleasure as he unbuckled the straps of the corset behind her, finally freeing her to take deeper breaths after its long control of her. Drawing in a long, shuddering breath through her nose as it fell away, she trembled in relief. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw the angry red lines in her flesh where the leather had pressed into it. Squatting next to her, he unlocked and removed the leather bands from her ankles and thighs, dropping them in a pile with the rest.
“Now, I’m going to give you a little freedom and a little time to ready yourself for the day.” He said as he rose and began to release the straps of the harness that covered her head. “You will have one hour to prepare yourself as I instruct.”
“In one hour, I expect to return to this room and find you dressed.” He gestured to a small pile of neatly folded material on the back of the toilet tank, a couple sets of gleaming metal handcuffs resting menacingly on top of them. “You will be kneeling in the center of this room with those cuffs locked in place on your wrists and ankles… hands behind your back. Am I clear?”
“Y-yes.” She groaned as he pulled the thick ball from between her aching lips, her heart leaping at the thought of being left alone and unbound.
Leaving her with only the leather strap on her wrists, he reached down next to the toilet and she heard the rattle of chain as he lifted something up. Turning back to face her, she saw that the long chain had what looked like a rubber strap attached to the end of it. She bit her lower lip, fighting back the pleas that were forming on the tip of her tongue as he wrapped the rubber strap around her throat and then locked it in place. She blushed, humiliated as her captor collared her like some animal. With the collar locked in place, he removed the leather strap from her wrists, freeing her save for the collar.
“Let me remind you, pet.” He held her chin in his hand, staring into her eyes while she rubbed her wrists. “You are being given an opportunity to be a good girl today, and starting with a clean slate. If you act up, however, you will find today worse than yesterday.”
Without another word, he turned and left her alone in the bathroom. She heard the lock on the door click behind him. On wobbly legs, she walked to the tub and turned off the water. Steam rose from the surface of it as she stood there for a moment, leaning against the edge of it. Sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet seat, she explored the rubber collar on her neck, finding it as secure and immovable as everything else you inflicted on my body. I follow the chain behind my seat to where its end is locked to a heavy metal plate that is bolted to the floor. A few moments of frenzied pulling at the chain with both hands are enough to convince her that there will be no easy escape from it.
Trying to forget the collar and leash, Erica rose and returned to the tub. Stepping into it, she moaned softly as the hot water enveloped her sore and tired flesh. Slowly, she lowered herself into the soothing embrace of the bath. Lying back, she let the water swallow her up to her neck, closing her eyes as she banished thoughts of where she was from her mind. Enjoying the sensation of the water, she ran her hands over her body, massaging some life back into her sore muscles.
While the water slowly worked its magic, making her begin to feel human again, the handcuffs resting on the back of the commode and the collar on her neck were a stark reminder of where she was, and what she could expect for the rest of the day. Remembering that the clock was ticking, she cut her enjoyment of the bath short, cleaning herself quickly with a loofa and then washing her hair before pulling the drain. Standing in the emptying tub, she dried her body with a soft towel, luxuriating in the feel of it against her skin.
Wrapping the towel around her wet hair, she stepped from the tub and approached the waiting clothing. Feeling like she was handling live snakes, she quickly picked up the sets of cuffs and moved them, rattling, to the counter of the sink. She paused for a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror before picking up the little pile of clothes. The bath had done her well, and she now felt that she recognized the face looking back at her in the mirror. Were it not for the collar on her neck, this could have been any day after a bath. Prying her eyes away from her reflection before thoughts of the collar and its meaning caused her to start crying again, she turned to the waiting clothes.
Unfolding the little slips of cloth caused her to rethink the word “clothes”, revealing them to be nothing more than a pair of white thigh high stockings, a tiny white pleated skirt, and a sheer halter top of some kind. Telling herself that wearing even this would be better than the nudity of the day before, she slipped her arms into the short ruffled sleeves of the top. It settled into place, leaving her shoulders bare as she closed the pair of buttons on its front. The lower hem of it was gathered and it enveloped her breasts, leaving her stomach bare. Looking at herself in the mirror, she had to admit that it concealed only slightly less than the shirt that she had been wearing for work, though her nipples were far more visible behind the sheer material.
She stepped into the skirt, the elastic waistband stretching to fit over her hips. She pulled down on its hem as she looked at herself in the mirror, barely able to conceal herself with it. Sliding the sheer white stockings up her legs, she saw that they each had little pink bows on the front of their tops. She moved to look at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the locked door. The short skirt allowed a full view of the little pink bows on the top of the stockings, and of bare thigh between the two. The costume looked ridiculous next to the collar locked on her neck, impossibly pure white and innocent in this horrific nightmare world.
Finally breaking her gaze away from this bizarre image of herself, she returned her attention to getting ready. Not finding a hairdryer, she toweldried her hair, rubbing vigorously at it before brushing it out, her auburn tresses falling into familiar place, framing her worried face. The only other things left to her were a toothbrush and some paste. Her stomach grumbled as she brushed her teeth, and she realized how hungry she was getting. Finished rinsing, she bent over to drink water from the tap, thirsty and not sure when she would get another chance to drink her fill.
After her drink, she knew that time must be running out now, so she turned her attention to the waiting handcuffs on the counter. She disentangled the two pairs, noticing that one was larger than the other was, and then sat down again on the lid of the toilet, its porcelain top cool against the bare backs of her thighs. Setting aside the smaller pair, she bent her knee and brought her left ankle up onto the seat with her. Holding the large cuff in trembling hands, she held the strong metal against her ankle.
Oh god, how her mind reeled as she contemplated closing the cuff on herself. She could still vividly recall the feeling of wearing them the day before. It felt like she was at a crossroads, with two clear paths open to her. She was as free, for the moment, as her captor was likely ever going to allow her to be. She played the thought of resistance out in her head, imagining herself kneeling on the floor waiting for him without wearing the cuffs. Then she would have to overpower him, and get the key to the collar on her neck. Whatever she did to him would have to debilitate him long enough for her to unlock the collar and make her escape from the place. She looked at her reflection in the mirror again, imagining herself running away from this place dressed as she was. She had no idea where she was, how she would get to safety from here. Where were the keys to her car?
And, of course, there was another specter hanging over the unlikely prospects of her escape. Holding the steel cuffs in her hands, she harbored no illusions about this day being a pleasant one, but she trembled at the memories of her punishments from the day before, and at the thought of spending another night in that cage. If she chose to fight him now, to grasp for the slim possibility of escape that the situation presented, it would be an all or nothing gamble. Gaze locked on the gleaming metal cuffs in her hands, she felt tears beginning to pool in her eyes as she weighed her options. She had to choose between a slim hope of escape and his promise that today would be an easier day for her.
Of course, she justified to herself, if she tried to escape now, not only would she be punished, but also he wouldn’t be likely to let his guard down again. It made more sense to comply with his demands, to do as she was told, and to wait for an opportunity that actually stood a chance of succeeding. The logic made sense in her mind, but the thought behind them seemed hollow, and she wondered if it was simply motivated with an unwillingness to take the chance of more punishment.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she closed the cuff against the sheer material of the white stocking on her ankle. The ratcheting sound echoed in the bathroom, and she felt the first of her tears slip from her eyes, sliding down her cheek. Drawing her other leg up onto the seat, she closed the second cuff in place on it, her heart pounding in her chest as she closed the vile restraints on herself. Somehow, they felt more confining than they had the day before, the act of inflicting their imprisoning grip on her own body amplifying the horror. Rising to her feet, she shuffled to the center of the room, taking small, careful steps to lessen the bite of the cuffs against her flesh.
Kneeling carefully in the center of the room, she sat back on her heels, feeling her confining anklets press against her ass as she came to rest. She placed the smaller pair of handcuffs on her lap. They felt so cold against her bare thighs, and she wondered how much longer she had before the deadline was reached. Not wanting to take any chances, she closed the cuff in place on her left wrist. She left it a little loose, testing it a little, and thinking that she might be able to slip her hand free of it though it appeared to be secure. Moving quickly, before she could fully comprehend what she was doing, she put her hands behind her back and closed the second cuff in place on her free wrist.
She looked at herself in the mirror on the door before her, a cuffed and collared prisoner dressed like a stripper, kneeling on the floor of some twisted sadist’s dungeon. It all still seemed so unreal to her, utterly impossible that this could be happening to her. She watched as her barely concealed breasts rose and fell, heaving gently as tears streamed down her cheeks.
The vision of her helplessness on the back of the door flashed away as it opened, replaced with the sight of her captor. He smiled down on her as he entered the room. Silently, he circled her as she knelt, looking down on her body. Reaching down, he placed a hand on her elbow and gently lifted her to her feet. She felt his hands on her wrists.
“A little loose here.” He said softly as he ratcheted the cuffs a few more notches, pressing the cold metal into her wrists, and robbing her of the possibility of slipping free. “But otherwise, you have done as instructed, pet. Good girl. Would you like some breakfast now?”
“Yes, please.” She answered quickly, her stomach feeling like an empty pit.
“Then let’s get you something.” He ruffled her hair, then unlocked the collar from her throat and dropped in to the floor.
“Thank you.” She said softly, sniffing back more tears as he wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand coming to rest on her bare hip.
He led her slowly out into the hallway outside the bathroom, walking at an easy pace that allowed her to keep up while hobbled by the chains on her ankles. His hand roamed down to caress her ass through the short skirt as he turned her down the hall, away from the room where the tortures of the day before had been inflicted on her.
“The bathroom represents the border between the two worlds that exist here.” He explained as he led her slowly down the hall, past a door on each side and toward one at its end. “On that side of the bathroom, where you spent the night last night, lie the pain and torture that can make your life so miserable here.”
She walked with him in silence, not daring to speak, flaring with anger at the casual way he groped her, and the ease with which he spoke of the horrible things that he was doing to her.
“On this side, things are better for you.” He continued after a slight pause as they approached the door. “You are no less my slave when were are here, and you will find that your free will is equally as non-existent. If, however, you behave yourself, you will find that there is substantially less pain on this side.”
She mulled over her words as he opened the door, noticing that he hadn’t promised a lack of pain. Beyond the door, she saw a simply appointed kitchen with a stove and refrigerator, the center of the room dominated by a dining table. He led her to the end of the table where she would be able to see the kitchen area from her seat. The sight of the chair that awaited her, however, caused her to draw up short in his grasp.
“Wh-what… what…” She mouthed quietly as she saw the backless wooden chair, a smooth wooden dildo rising from the center of its seat, glistening with what appeared to be lubrication.
“Shhh… shhhh…” Her captor cut of her question, placing a finger to her lips as she trembled. “You’re going to have to get used to having that sweet pussy of yours filled while you are here.”
“But why?” She sobbed, pleading with him as he drew her another hesitating step forward toward the wicked looking chair. “Why do you have to do this?”
“That’s one punishment you’ve earned today now, pet.” He met her gaze coldly. “Stop and think for a moment. You’re going to sit down on that chair. There’s nothing you can do to stop me. The choice is just one of how many punishments you will earn in the process, and how unpleasant it will be.”
She cried softly, but kept her mouth shut as he finished leading her to the chair and positioned her standing in front of it. Spreading her legs as much as the cuffs allowed, he helped to gradually sit back on the stool-like top of the chair. As the tip of the dildo touched the lips of her pussy, she cried out in fear, her body trembling as she was wracked with sobs. Slowly, his hands easily supporting her weight, he eased her fully down onto the wooden intruder. Impaled on the knob, she felt him lift her cuffed feet by the center of their chain, attaching it to something on the bottom of the chair seat. With her feet drawn up underneath the chair now, she couldn’t place them on the floor or get any leverage to lift herself up off her pussy’s intruder.
“I know that this is all so hard for you to understand, pet.” He said as he left her squirming uncomfortably on the wicked chair, moving to the refrigerator and reaching inside for something. “You seem to be having a hard time learning the rules, and that could make your life here quite horrific.”
Turning back to her with a plate of fruit and a bottle of water in his hands, he closed the refrigerator door with his foot. She could barely focus on him as he approached her again, so consumed was she by the humiliation of being forced to sit there with the chair’s horn thrust up deep inside her.
“I will make things easier for you.” He spoke, placing the plate of fruit and the water bottle down on the table in front of her. “From now on, when these burning questions become too much for you to contain, you can ask me for permission to speak. If I grant that permission, then you may ask. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She moaned softly, squirming on the chair. The thing inside her was not painfully big, but it was a constant torment to her, and she blushed crimson when she saw his gaze stray down to rest on her thighs as she struggled to grow accustomed to the thing. “May I speak?”
“Yes, pet.” He answered, picking up a cut piece of melon from the plate and raising it to her lips. “Let’s talk while you eat.”
“Can I please get up off this thing? Why do I have to sit like this?” She asked quickly before plucking the offered piece of melon from between his fingers with her lips. She felt so helpless, unable to even feed herself with her wrists cuffed behind her back, and uncomfortably dependent on her captor.
“You will come to understand, pet, that the holes of your body are mine to use as I please.” He answered, holding up another piece of the melon for her while she chewed the sweet goodness of the first. “Little reminders like this one will help you to understand it faster.”
“Have you… have you done this before?” She asked and then took the next piece of fruit.
“Never on this scale, pet, no.” He answered, and she was surprised by his honesty. “And a lot of work and planning went into preparing for your arrival.”
She ate in silence for a while then, taking each piece of fruit into her mouth as he offered them, watching the plate quickly empty between sips from the bottle of water.
“What’s going to happen for the rest of the day today?” She finally asked after a long period of trying to decide whether she actually wanted to know the answer.
“I don’t want to spoil the surprise, pet.” He winked as he wiped her chin clear of the juice and then rose from the table.
She sat still while he cleared up the plate, gave her one last drink of water, and returned the things to the sink. She wasn’t full, but at least she wasn’t starving any longer. She tried to adjust her position on the seat, pushing down on it behind her with her bound hands, but could do little to alleviate her discomfort. Turning her attention back to her captor after the futile endeavor, she saw him arranging a number of pink leather straps of varying sizes on the table.
“May I speak, please?” She asked as she saw that one of the straps had a white rubber ball attached to the center of it.
“Yes, pet.”
“Please, you don’t need that rubber ball. I won’t talk without permission. I promise.”
“You really don’t like being gagged, do you?” He spoke softly as he picked up a wide leather strap, and stepped behind her, moving her hair away from her neck.
“N-no.”
“That’s because you’re used to being able to talk your way out of things, aren’t you?” He closed the soft leather collar on her throat and she winced as she heard the click of a lock. “I bet that not too many guys have ever said ‘no’ to a pretty little thing like you. But the ballgag steals that from you, doesn’t it?”
She felt his hands on her bare shoulders, not daring to open her mouth to respond for fear that more tears would burst from her. She squirmed slightly in her bonds as his hands slid down over her arms, feeling the invader in her pussy shift as she moved. A key rasped in the cuff on her left wrist, and she tugged reflexively with the other hand. His grip on the open cuff was strong, though, and he drew her hand down easily, closing the cuff onto the leg of the chair. The downward motion on her hand removed a little of her ability to move, pressing her open pussy down harder against the wooden prong of the chair.
He took her free hand in his, drawing it closer to the table and then wrapping a pink leather cuff around it. She saw that these cuffs were also adorned with the rings that had been on the black ones, though they were lined with softer leather on the inside, feeling a little less aggravating against her tender flesh. As he buckled and locked it in place, however, she realized that its greater degree of comfort made it no less securely confining. He lifted her hand to the back of her neck, elbow bent with her arm jutting out and up from her shoulder. The click of another lock attached the cuff to the back of the collar and she tugged at it.
“Can I speak, please?” She asked, voice cracking as, once more, he manipulated her body with these devices.
“No.” He answered quickly, and she felt the handcuff fall free of her other wrist.
She wanted desperately to fight him as her body once again fell prey to his control and manipulation. But what prayer did she have now, impaled on this fucking chair and her ankles chained to it. She tugged at her ankles, wincing as the effort moved her uncomfortably on the chair’s rhinoceros horn, finding them locked securely in place and unable to reach the floor. A moment later, her second wrist was locked next to the first, imprisoned in the smooth cuff, and locked to the back of her collar. She twisting uncomfortably, testing the extent of the restraint, her arms now a useless pair of wings jutting from her shoulders.
Next, he wrapped a matching pink belt around her waste. He closed it tightly in place, and she saw the familiar rings on it as well, but was grateful, at least, that it was not another corset. She could still feel the compression from the one she had worn all night, and prayed that she wouldn’t ever experience it again. She cried out in surprise and pain as he unlocked her ankles from their irons, the release of pressure on them causing her to fall back against her vaginal intruder. He placed her feet gently on the floor, allowing herself to steady herself a bit on the seat, and then locked a pink leather cuff around each slender ankle.
“I’m afraid that play time is over, pet.” He said, his hands sliding up over her calves, caressing her through the sheer white stockings. “You won’t mind leaving the chair now, will you?”
Biting her lower lip, she shook her head in response. She moaned as he lifted her slowly, his hands groping her firm ass as he helped her rise from the chair. She gasped as she finally rose from seat, feeling oddly empty as she slipped from the intruder. She looked down over her body, dressed all in white and pink now. She pulled at the cuffs on her wrists that kept her arms drawn back behind her head. She watched him pick up the dreaded ballgag and her heart sunk in her chest.
“Can I please speak?” She asked quickly as he turned her roughly to face away from him.
“Sure, pet.” He answered, and she felt him step in closer to her, an arm around her waist, his empty hand on her belly as it fluttered nervously. She could feel his erection through his pants against her bare lower back.
“Wh-what’s the point of this?” She sobbed, her voice cracking as she felt his hand slide slowly down to glide lightly across her pussy through the flimsy little skirt. “I mean… the clothes… the leather… the chair…. I just don’t understand… I don’t understand why… why you’re doing this to me.”
“Don’t you now?” His fingers reached under the hem of the skirt, and she tensed as they tickled lightly at her nether lips. “Haven’t I shown you yet?”
Sobbing, she opened her mouth as he lifted the white rubber ball to her lips. She was grateful when he used both hands to buckle the gag in place, removing the roaming one from beneath her skirt, her mouth once more filled with the feel and taste of the rubber. Chewing on the ball, hands fidgeting nervously at the locks and buckles that she could reach on her cuffs and collar, she watched her captor as he locked a final pair of pink bands around her thighs. The bright pink of the cuffs on her legs stood out vividly in start contrast to the white of the stockings that covered her skin from toes to thigh.
“I’m going to get you good and comfortable, pet, and then I have to leave you for a time.” She whined as he spoke and began to lead her out of the room, bristling at the return of his hand to her ass. “Now that I know who you are, and what your sizes are, I have a number of things to pick up for you.”
She hated the way he fondled her body, his hands roaming over her hips, her ass, her breasts, wherever they chose to wander. Back in the hallway, they passed through one of the side doors and into a small room. On one wall of the room, there was an entertainment center mounted with a flat screen TV. Before the TV, there sat a padded bench. She groaned into the gag when she saw the thick rubber dildo affixed to its center.
She wasn’t surprised and didn’t bother to resist as he lifted her leg and forced her to straddle the bench. The rubber invader waited menacingly between her legs. One hand on her shoulder and the other between her legs, he slowly lowered her down on to the waiting, rubber dick. She sputtered, a small stream of drool escaping her lips and falling onto her breasts, as she whined while the vile thing filled her up again. When she finally sat down completely on the bench, it felt like her pussy was being stretched unbearably. She watched helplessly as her captor locked the rings of her thigh cuffs to waiting clips on the bench. While she tested these new bonds that attached her thighs to the sides of the bench-top, he moved to straddle the bench behind her.
“This afternoon will be an experience is pleasure for you.” He whispered in her ear, and she heard another click and felt a tug at the back of her belt. “Though I believe you’ll find that it may represent too much of a good thing.”
“Eeeehhhhzzzzeeee.” She grunted around the rubber ball in her mouth, sobbing anew as she contemplated being left like this for God knew how long.
“And when I get back, you’ll have to receive the punishment you earned this morning.” While he spoke, he picked up her left foot in his hand, lifting it to the level of the bench and then locking it in place. “You should know that this third punishment will make the first two pale in comparison.”
She sobbed helplessly as he attached her other ankle in place, panting for air through her nose while she squirmed against the bonds that secured her lower body to the bench. She whined as she squirmed against the bench, the cuffs on her legs and waist holding her against the top of the bench with the wicked intruder inside her pussy. Her hands twitched uselessly behind her head as her captor’s hands moved to her breasts, caressing them through her sheer top, still damp from her drool and tears.
“And after I am done torturing your delicious body and drinking in the sounds of your cries, I am going to chain you to my bed and fuck you ragged.” He hissed cruelly as he unbuttoned the flimsy top, letting her small breasts fall free. “If you don’t disappoint, I won’t make you sleep in your cage again.”
Chuckling, he rose from the bench behind her and moved to the television. The picture came to life before her, showing a buxom blond woman squirming on the floor, her body wrapped in ropes. What the hell was he showing her? As she turned her head to look questioningly at her captor, she felt the dildo inside her suddenly spring to life, vibrating intensely within her pussy. Crying out into the gag, she pressed her thighs against the bench as it throbbed powerfully inside her.
“I’ll see you in a few hours.” Her captor spoke, ruffling her hair before leaving her alone with her moans in the small room.