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THRILLING RAPE FANTASIES
THE ADVENTURES OF ALISON
VOLUME II
‘HAPPINESS IN SERVITUDE’
note… this story is a continuation of “Thrilling Rape Fantasies
I” which implies that it would probably be better to read that one first,
although readers familiar with the genre will have no trouble picking it up from
here...
CHAPTER ONE
It is
late into the wee hours of a rainy muggy August night as the long black limo pulls up to the gleaming chrome and glass façade of the
uptown highrise apartment building where Alison is kept. Tony the hulking
bodyguard-chauffeur gets out of the driver’s seat and walks around the car to
open the door for his passengers. As he helps Fiona out of the car the
beautiful young blonde stirs fitfully, awakening from her doze where she
reclines in the back of the limo with her head resting on her Master’s
shoulder.
“We’re
home…” Slate announces softly in the exhausted slave-girl’s ear, gently pushing
her head off his dark-suited shoulder and gathering himself
to rise. He takes her by the arm as she struggles to sit herself up with her
hands still cuffed behind her back beneath the long white satin cape that
covers her half-naked body. Underneath the cape all she is wearing are her
severely-restrictive white corset, her nylons and heels and of course the rings
which pierce her bright pink nipples and her soft shaved cunt. She moans
softly, the burning pain of her recently-whipped and welted buttocks flaring
hotly as she returns to consciousness. Tony the chauffeur reaches in from outside to help
her get out of the car. Between the two men, they assist the caped and bound
blonde across the sidewalk toward the gleaming chrome and glass façade of the
highrise office tower and apartment building where Alison has been a virtual
captive in her own apartment for the last week as her training in sexual
servitude has progressed. She can’t really think of it as her home anymore… not
after everything that has happened there. Old Fred the night doorman rouses
himself to open the door for them. “Late night, huh, folks?…”
Slate favors him with a vague smile as their footsteps echo across the empty
lobby and into the waiting private elevator, which only runs up to the
penthouse level. If the old geezer sees anything unusual in the enslaved young
woman’s condition, the fact that his checks are drawn on Slate’s building
management company encourages him to keep his mouth shut. Besides which he
knows that Slate is not someone you would want to annoy.
The four
of them ride up in the elevator quietly, the two men supporting the weakened
and wavering slave girl between them as they step out on the top floor and
escort Fiona and Alison back to their apartment. Fiona opens the door with one
of those magnetic key cards which she had been given by Slate as Mistress of
the house but which only he possesses the code for. The door locks
electronically on both sides, preventing anyone from entering or leaving
without the passkey. So even if Alison were to somehow awaken in the dead of
night and somehow free herself from the chains holding her to her bed, there’s
no way she could get out of the apartment short of jumping out the window,
forty-five stories up. In fact, thoughts of escape are the last thing on
Alison’s mind right now as her three companions
half-carry the semi-conscious young woman directly into her frilly girlish
bedroom, now decked out with all kinds of bizarre bondage gear. The second that
the two men release her and Fiona takes the cape from around her shoulders, the
cuffed and beaten blonde collapses gratefully on the white satin-covered bed,
sinking swiftly into a black well of unconsciousness.
Her
mistress returns from the closet where she has gone to hang up Alison’s cape to
roll the girl over on her belly, loosening the laces of her corset a couple of
inches to let her rest more easily during the night. She doesn’t take it off
completely and even as the girl sleeps it will continue to mold Alison’s
already=slender form. After several months of this training regimen, the
blonde’s body will become so deformed
and atrophied by this relentless constriction that it will become impossible
for her to sit or stand without the corset’s support, especially as her waist
is reduced to twelve or fourteen inches. Of course, this just will serve to
make her that much more helpless…
While the
girl is lying there on her belly, Fiona takes the time to prepare one more
injection. Something to help her sleep… she doesn’t want Alison waking up two
hours from now from pain. She jabs the needle home in one of the passed-out sex
slave’s lacerated butt cheeks, giving her a good dose of sedative pain-killer
and then gently rubbing some ointment on the oozing welts that stripe the
girl’s still reddened backside. Unclipping the blonde’s wrist bracelets from
behind her back, she takes them off briefly to peel the long white gloves off
of Alison’s arms, then flips the girl over and refastens the girl’s cuffed
hands to her collar and attaches the collar to the headboard of the bed by an
eighteen-inch length of silver chain. Not that Alison is going anywhere, but
it’s good for her to wake up and find herself chained to the bed. Puts her in the proper frame of mind for the rest of the day.
As Fiona reaches down to unfasten the seven
earrings that pierce each of Alison’s delicate translucent ears, Slate leans
over her to inspect the silver piercings in the knocked=out submissive’s
sweetly shaved slit one more time. He fingers them speculatively as the
brunette unlaces Alison’s high-heeled white boots and removes her come-stained
and laddered stockings, tossing them in the trash. “Nighty night, little
Alison… Now you’re all tucked in…” the
hard-faced older man remarks ironically. “I hope you enjoyed your coming-out
party.”
Slate and
Fiona leave the room, turning out the lights and returning to the living room,
where the stolid Tony has been patiently waiting. “Have her ready for me at six
tomorrow evening. Make sure she’s wearing something dramatic. I expect her to
entertain some people…” He instructs the brunette. “And don’t let that greasy tattoo artist wear
her out too much. He should be able to finish with his work by tomorrow,
anyway, at least for now.” Fiona mumbles her assent as Slate turns his back to
her, already making for the door with Tony close on his heels.
CHAPTER TWO
Alison
sleeps long and deeply, too exhausted to even dream. By the time she starts to
come to, the sun is already high in the sky and her bladder is bursting. The
little clock on the bedside table reads almost
In a
moment her kinky brunette keeper is standing there over her, already dressed in
a shiny black leotard and stretch pants, high-heeled boots on her feet and her
little quirt and beeper hanging from her belt. In her hand she holds Alison’s
white leash. “Good morning, little sex puppy…” she greets her blonde roommate
sarcastically. “Is it time to go walkies…?” “Please, Mistress…” the helpless
former receptionist croaks out through her dry mouth, squirming around on the
bed in her anxiety… “I gotta go…” Fiona reaches down to fasten the leash to the
ring attached to the bottom of the burning silver shaft piercing vertically through the anxious
slavegirl’s sore and tender clit,
unfastening Alison’s collar from the chain connecting it to the
headboard and releasing her wrist cuffs from the ring at the front of the
choker, still leaving them tightly clipped together in front of her.
Painfully, the multiply-pierced young blonde rises form
her bed, stiff and sore all over, her recently-whipped buttocks still very
tender where the blackish stripes of her Master’s crop are starting to heal
over and the piercings in her flesh throbbing and burning abominably. She feels
like the inside of her rectum has been used for a punching bag. Besides that,
her nose is running and her eyes are red and watery, a nauseous feeling
building up in the pit of her stomach as the sick craving for more of Slate’s
special synthetic drug blend builds up in her body, jangling her nerve ends.
Apparently the stuff creates a powerful physical addiction… a great marketing tool
when the stuff is produced in sufficient quantities to hit the streets. Anybody
dealing this shit will be guaranteed a steady stream of repeat customers.
Seeing her captive wince as she gets up from the bed and the brunette leads her
to the bathroom by the leash attached to her cunt, Fiona reassures her. “Don’t worry, cupcake… We’ll get you straightened out as soon as
you get done doing your business. I’ve got your breakfast all ready for you…”
she says, pointing to the silver tray already laid out on the bedside table
with its array of shining syringes and little vials. “Now hurry up… it’s
getting late already.”
Clad in
nothing but her somewhat loosened white patent corset, the strung-out blonde
squats gratefully on the toilet, sighing in relief as the long stream of her
urine splashes into the bowl, her Mistress standing over her holding up the
leash connected to her ringed little clit so it doesn’t get wet. Alison reaches
for the toilet tissue to wipe herself with her cuffed hands, struggling awkwardly
as she gingerly brings the wad of paper up between her ringed inner labia. She
can feel the implacable coldness of the silver circlets against her fingers.
This is the first time since she has been pierced that she has been able to
touch them, and it sends a shiver down her spine to be reminded of their
penetrating presence, reawakening feelings of fearful submission and childlike
dependence.
“Come
along, Alison…” Fiona demands, tugging slightly on the leash, drawing a little
squeak from her captive and sending a jolt of pain through the girl’s skewered
clit, which hardens and rises involuntarily in response… “
It’s time for your morning eye-opener.” Quickly, the enslaved young miss
rises from the commode, flushing it and following docily behind as her mistress
leads her by the leash back into the bedroom for her injections. Where will she
get it this time? In the tits? In
her pussy? Up the ass? The cute blonde shudders
in apprehension, but still looks forward to the relief and soothing sensual
rush that she knows the needles will bring. Whatever has been planned for her
is going to happen anyway… at least the drugs will help her to bear it, perhaps
even find pleasure in it…
Fiona
leads Alison back to her frilly four-poster bed, ordering the blonde to lie
down on her back and unclipping the leash from the ring at the top of her
girlish shaved slit. “Are you gonna hold still for this or do I have to
restrain you?” the brunette asks as she reaches over to take up the first of
the syringes she has filled. Alison lies there squirming in mounting anxiety as
she eyes the gleaming hypodermic… “You… You better tie me, Mistress…” the
Innocent-faced young woman admits, voluntarily holding her hands up over her
head for Fiona to fasten them to the ring in the headboard. “It’s just easier
that way, if I’m, you know, helpless… I’m not sure if I could control myself,
otherwise.” Fiona smirks to herself, pleased with her little trainee’s fawning
and submissive cooperation. So she needs to be tied and she knows it. That’s
cute… real cute. Should make a poignant moment on the video.
Putting
down the syringe for the moment, the brunette reaches over into the chest of
bondage gear for some black leather ankle cuffs, buckling them tightly around
Alison’s slender bare legs. She fastens the girl’s crossed wrists to the center
of the headboard, pulling her body down on the bed so that they are stretched
tightly above her. Then she takes first one ankle and then the other, bending
the breathless blonde’s knees back on either side and opening her legs to
fasten the girl’s ankles by
chains to the posts at the upper corners of the bed, pulling her
roommate’s hairless and ringed crotch open wide and forcing her weight back
onto the small of her back so that her hips are raised as if for fucking. Once
more, Alison finds herself tied and helpless, flat on her back with her pussy
and asshole exposed, awaiting the probe of her Mistress’ penetrating needles.
She bites her lip and closes her eyes, whimpering slightly, knowing what’s coming.
CHAPTER TWO
Alison’s
hands pull at the cuffs that fasten them up there over her head, suddenly
excited by her helplessness. She looks down over her own pale and hairless
body, squirming slightly in anxiety, gasping as Fiona snaps on a pair of rubber
gloves reaches down to separate her suddenly moistening inner labia, pulling
them gently apart by the little rings that pierce them, opening her up down
there… “You know what I’m going to do with this, don’t you, sweetie…” her
mistress enquires meanly, a sinister glitter in her eyes as she holds the first
syringe with its two-inch needle up so the bound blonde can see it clearly.
“Y…Yes,
Mistress…” the blonde submissive whispers, her eyes wide with fear and a strange
excitement… its scary to have to submit to these injections, but it feels soooo
good afterwards, especially in her hot little cunt and ass… “You’re going to
give it to me right there… there in my pussy or maybe you know in the back…”
“Good guess, cutie…” Fiona confirms as she brings the gleaming chrome lance up
beneath the hood of her roommate’s clit, lightly stabbing at the tender
and rapidly hardening little bud of flesh with the razor-sharp point of the
thing as she pulls up on the ring attached to the bottom of the blonde’s
vertical hood piercing with her other hand, keeping her captive panting in
suspense…
“UNNGGGHHH!!!” Alison cries out shrilly as her catsuited keeper deftly
drives an inch of the chrome-moly needle up into her clitoral shaft, up in and behind the silver
bar that pierces her. The helpless blonde grits her teeth as tears form at the
corners of her eyes with the sudden stinging penetration of her most delicate
and sensitive area. She feels the cooling rush as the solution starts to flow from the tip of the needle, a
slight pressure building inside her flesh Fiona squeezes a few ccs of the
powerful solution within her, a dreamy warmth spreading in her belly and
starting to creep up her spine… After a few moments it no longer hurts, the
piercing pain of the needle fading to a sensation of fullness. Her now drugged
membranes cling to the shaft of the gleaming hypo as it begins to dug deeper,
deeper, a quarter of an inch at a time. Alison moans and thrashes her head
around as it seeks out new and still sensitive spots within her, filling her
feminine nerve center with paralyzingly powerful liquid ecstasy. Alison oohs
and ahhs as her whole lower belly begins to tingle and pulse with a growing
heat that seems to radiate from the point where the nut of the needle now
presses firmly against her pierced clit. The whole two inches of needle is now
buried inside her hot wet cunt, her rings no longer hurting her but rather
throbbing pleasurably within her narcotized flesh.
“Yeah…
you’re digging it now, aren’t you, Alison, you sick little needle freak…?”
Fiona taunts her sadistically. “You like to feel that hypo in your hot little
twat, don’t you…?” “Y…Yes, Mistress…” the increasingly stoned-out blonde admits
dreamily, her head swimming as she floats away on a tide of narcotic bliss… “I…
I do… I can’t help it. It just makes me want to come and come… makes me want a
great big dick to fill me up… fill me up…”
“I know
what you mean…” comments Fiona, finally pulling the now empty hypodermic away
from her captive’s soft shaved slit. “Keep that thought in mind while I turn
you over… this is going to have to go up your ass…” she says menacingly,
referring to the second 10cc syringe with its glittering three-inch needle.
Alison can see it clearly out of the corner of her eye, lying there on the
silver tray on her bedside table beneath the frilly shaded lamp. The brunette turns her over on the bed and
prods the now spaced-out submissive into position with her ass up and her head
down as if waiting to be mounted. “B…But Mistress… it’s so loooong…” the
corseted blonde protests in a babyish little voice, secretly excited and yet
terrified at the thought, knowing that in any case she is going to have to take
its steely length, right now, way up inside her hot slippery bowels, which are
already spasmodically twitching in helpless and delicious anticipation. In
truth, Alison is beginning to find these deeply probing anal injections as
exciting as a good ass fucking. The terror which turns her limbs to jelly just seems
to heighten her arousal until she is quivering like a bowstring. “P… Please, Mistress… don’t make it hurt tooo
much,..,” she implores feebly, feeling
totally vulnerable and exposed with her well-fucked and still slightly swollen
rectum up in the air behind her and her anxiously twisting hands still cuffed
to the headboard. Fiona works a dollop of clear lube into the blonde’s
quivering rear entrance, eliciting a sharp squeak of surprise from the trussed
up slave girl as the rubber gloved fingers penetrate and open her…
“How much
is too much, darling?” Fiona asks her rhetorically as she picks up the shining
glass and steel instrument and bends over the defenseless blonde’s luridly
upthrust tush. Alison buries her head in the pillow, biting it between her
teeth as she feels the scrape of the needle at her tender anal entrance, her
whole body trembling and faint with fear. Her inner bowels are fluttering like
mad, forcing out a bubble of gas with a fruity farting sound. “I’ll overlook
that little outburst… I’m sure it was purely involuntary…” the brunette
announces matter-of-factly.
“Ohhh
Godddd…” Alison moans as she feels the first inch of cold steel penetrate her,
piercing easily through the delicate pink membranes of her rectum into the soft
flesh inside. Instantly the blonde feels a glowing gushy feeling starting to
spread up inside her ass as Fiona starts to work the needle around inside her,
emptying a few ccs right there at the entrance to her hot ass channel and
easing the stabbing pain of the needle until it is a dull pleasant throb.
“Ohhhhhh… OOOOOHHHH…” the sweet little slave slut moans as her mistress digs
deeper, reaching down into her bowels to spread more and more tingling liquid
warmth up inside her adorable tush. It hurts when the needle penetrates into
new and untouched territory, but it feels sooo good
when the drugs flow into her there, so high up inside her ass… Steadily, bit by
bit the dark haired dominatrix works more and more of the fat hypodermic up
into Alison’s spasmodically fluttering asshole.
Alison’s
whole being is concentrated right there at the surgically sharp point of the
needle as another couple of ccs of the
soothing and wickedly exciting solution flow into the depths of her
seethingly receptive anal interior, all other thoughts or feelings driven
completely from her mind. She moans and babbles incoherently, her eyes closed
and her mouth hanging open as a puddle of drool spreads on the pillow beneath
her face. By the time Fiona is done, the slick glass body of the syringe is
buried to the hilt in Alison’s hot ass hole and the three inch needle is deep
up in her bowels somewhere. This deep inside, the bloodstream
carries the drugs almost directly to the brain, hitting her in a dizzying rush.
The symbolism of being ass-fucked by the fat glass syringe somehow makes the
experience doubly poignant for the gasping slave girl. Her
violated and drug-injected sphincters flutter adoringly around the glassy
barrel of the syringe as her mistress slowly empties the last few ccs way up
high in her ass. So deep… so deep…
At this
point, the lovely blonde has been transformed into a pretty much completely
docile zombie, without a thought in her head, floating somewhere up above cloud
nine. “There now… don’t you feel better?” Fiona asks her as she finally and
carefully withdraws the three inch needle from its spot deep inside Alison’s
quivering ass channel and sets the syringe down on the familiar silver tray.
“Yess, Mistresss…” the zoned-out slave girl replies, not sure if she even understands
the question. A growing blossoming
thrill of hot gushy cunty excitement fills her belly and rushes up and down her
spine, making her gasp in delight and wonder as her pierced clit throbs
sympathetically. Fiona’s voice seems to come from a million miles away, echoing
hollowly in her ears through the dizzying rush that sweeps her away, totally
obliterating her mind. It doesn’t matter. She will not be required to think too
much.
Fiona
leaves her there, allowing her to turn back over onto her back and relax for a
few minutes as her mistress puts away her drug paraphernalia. By the time the
stacked little brunette has come back to unfasten Alison’s hands and get her
up, her head has cleared a little, although she is still flushed with arousal
and kind of spaced-out. Disappointed that she has to come back to earth, the
blonde pouts as she is released from her bondage to the four-poster bed but her
hands remain cuffed in front of her as she is once more leashed and led rather
unsteadily towards the kitchen. Fiona sits her down at a stool in the breakfast
nook and once more turns her attention to warming up some of the nutrient gruel
that has become the staple item in Alison’s diet. Alison stares at the bowl of
gloop in front of her without interest but accepts a cup of coffee with
gratitude. She sips it slowly, her whole body still thrumming with the effects
of the injections she has absorbed, squirming her hot wet cunt restlessly on the
vinyl stool beneath her. Fiona observes this with some amusement… “Take it
easy, there, hot pants… you’ll get all the action you can handle before too
long. Meanwhile you’d better eat that…” Fiona commands, pointing to the bowl of
oatmeal-like stuff that is cooling on the counter before her. “Don’t make me
have to feed it to you…”
Remembering
the humiliating experience of being force-fed from yesterday, the shapely young
blonde quickly starts shoveling the sweet-tasting but rather bland mush down,
emptying her bowl. The little rings on the ends of her super-long and polished
pinkie nails jingle faintly with the movements of her hands, making her
conscious once again of the penetrating presence of the rings in her cunt and
nipples. Its difficult to even hold a coffee cup or a
spoon with these bright pink decorative extensions on the ends of her fingers
and she feels a little clumsy… it will take some getting used to. “Your body
needs nourishment, too… not just drugs…” Fiona points out.
“We have to keep your strength up. You have a busy day ahead. There’s enough
calories and protein in that slop to keep you going until dinner time. Now
hurry up and finish your coffee… it’s time to get you cleaned up….”
Moments
later Fiona is leading her still dreamily compliant captive off to the bathroom
once more, stripping off the blonde’s corset as she fills the tub with bubble
bath. As usual, she bathes and shampoos Alison herself, keeping the naked young
woman cuffed and collared all the while. She carefully cleans the blonde’s
nipples and slit, rubbing a small amount of ointment into the punctures and
making sure that the inner skin is not adhering to the silver piercings that
glitter in her soft pink
flesh. The blonde’s shapely backside is still bruised and welted
from the previous night’s whipping, and even Fiona’s gentle soaping makes her
wince. A thorough douche and enema are next on the agenda, the sweet looking
blonde squirming in humiliation as this degrading ritual is repeated yet again.
Finally, when she is thoroughly cleaned both inside and out, her black-suited
mistress leads her by the leash back to the bed room to get her dressed and
made up for the day’s activities. Fiona stops the squeaky-clean blonde in the
doorframe, chaining her cuffed hands to the ring high up above her head and
hoisting her up, stretching her tight for lacing. The girl hangs limply from
her wrists, her toes barely grazing the floor as Fiona rummages through the
dresser and closet, which have been totally restocked with a bewildering
assortment of bizarre and provocative outfits, lingerie and accessories. Black
and hot pink will be the colors of the day, the brunette announces… Something
to match the new tattoo Spider is going to mark her with.
Alison
shudders inwardly, thinking of the creepy-looking greasy biker once more laying
his hands upon her, remembering the design of crossed whips that she saw last
night adorning the slave/hostess Andrea’s shaved white mound directly above her
multiply-ringed cunt. She knows that she too will soon be stamped indelibly as
a whore with this mark of slavery and sexual submission. The thought both
excites and distresses her. She knows it is going to hurt and that her mistress
is enjoying reminding
her of it… keeping her scared and giving her something to worry about. Alison
hangs there naked and barefoot, a towel wrapped around her wet hair, her arms
tightly stretched above her head as she waits patiently for her mistress to lay
out her clothing, if you could call it that, and dress her. In spite of the
coil of fear that flutters in her belly, she still feels weak and dreamy, the
rings in her drugged tits and cunt pulsating and aching pleasurably within her,
making her perky pierced nipples and skewered clit involuntarily harden and
rise as if begging for attention, a gushy creamy feeling suffusing her feminine
interior where her Mistress’ needles have done their work inside her. A sudden
hot rush runs through her, making her momentarily weak in the knees, her
girlish cunt getting hot and moist as she unconsciously readies herself for
another day of sexual servitude.
Meanwhile,
Fiona has selected a bizarre assembly of items for Alison to wear, laying it
all out on the bed for the girl to see. It’s all rubber today… or should we say
latex… starting with a heavy-duty black latex corset-slip, severely
wasp-waisted and heavily boned with steel rods inside and lacing up the back.
The low-cut bra cups are trimmed in shocking pink lace, as is the bottom edge
which is cut high enough so as not to impede Spider in his work, and a
voluminous short pink ruffled skirt more or less like a tutu is attached at the
waist. Eight thin garter straps hang down underneath. Hot pink plug-panties of
thin stretchy translucent rubber lie next to the corset on the bed. They are
fitted to be extremely tight and are equipped with two dildos of smooth and
flexible pink latex, easily an inch and a half thick and nine inches long,
already lubed for insertion. A small clip is mounted on the inside of the
crotch of the panties to interlock with the ring embedded in Alison’s clit.
This will serve both to help hold the garment in place and to provide some
additional stimulation, as if any were needed. Next to these items on the white
satin bedspread are extra-long bright pink stockings of the same material as
the panties, stretchy and clinging, and calf-high black latex boots with narrow
pointy toes, six inch stiletto heels and laces all the way up the front. A
detachable inch-wide cruppering strap of the same heavy black rubber is
available to be fastened over the panties and cinched up to buckles at the front
and back of the corset. Black latex fingerless gloves, shoulder-length, with a
frill of pink lace at the top complete the ensemble, which fairly screams out
FUCK ME in flaming letters a foot high. Alison might as well carry a sign that
says “Come and get it, boys…”
Fiona
strolls over to her with an atomizer in hand, spraying the helplessly handing
blonde liberally with the cunty-scented perfume, kicking her ankles apart to
squirt the stuff up into her crotch and ass, going over her body two, three
times until her eyes are practically watering with the reek of it. It burns and
stings as it dries on her sensitive shaved sex flesh, making the enslaved young
woman squirm uncomfortably. `The whole room now smells of fresh flowers and hot
pussy. Meanwhile the brunette has opened a can of talc and briskly starts
spreading a thin layer of the stuff all over Alison’s body from the neck down.
The sensation is soothing and not unpleasant and makes her feel smooth and
slippery all over. The cuffed blonde sighs and closes her eyes contentedly as
her body is powdered, squirming in arousal and twisting her hands around in her
cuffs pinned there up over her head as her mistress rubs the slippery powder
over her tits, over her sweet little shaved mound and up in the crack of her
shapely ass, working her way down to the girls small tapering feet. “The powder will help keep the latex from
sticking to your skin… otherwise I don’t know if I could get you into this
stuff, it’s so tight…” Fiona explains.
Of course
the panties have to come first. Fiona approaches her with this fetishistic
garment in hand, bending over to get the blonde to step her feet through the
leg holes. She draws them up over the blonde’s legs with the crotch part
uppermost until they are stretched around the tops of her thighs, the twin
dildos flopping around in the air. Alison whines and whimpers. In spite of the
fact that she is still quite stimulated, she doesn’t want to have to wear this
humiliating contraption. As Fiona brings the first of the rubbery plugs up to
her hairless slit she attempts to squirm away, earning a sharp warning glance
from her mistress. Would she prefer it if Fiona called one or
two of Slate’s goon squad to help? They are still on call 24/7. Alison
sighs in resignation and allows the pink rubbery thing to slip inside her hot
slippery twat, shifting her hips slightly to make room inside herself for this
phallic intruder. Her eyes widen and her nostrils flare as her clit is fastened
to the little clip inside the crotch, holding things firmly in place. With this
constant slight tugging and stretching on her clit there will be no peace for
her.
Her
mistress steps around behind her to insert the other plug up her tight pink
rectum. In spite of the fact that she is now doing her best to cooperate she is
involuntarily tense and contracted. Fiona is obliged to force it in there. No
problem. She enjoys it when they resist a little. Alison grunts and whinnies,
her forehead wrinkling in concentration. “That’s it, honey…” Fiona advises her…
“Push back against it… it will go in easier that way…” The helpless blonde does
as she has been told, relaxing her rounded buttocks and pushing down with her
bowels as best she can to admit the nine-inch rubber dingus until it is buried
to the hilt in her drugged out and responsively spasming ass channel. In spite of her mental reservations, she is
unable to keep from moaning as her pussy and asshole start working on the twin
plugs impaling her, squeezing and pulsing around them involuntarily. This was
what she dreaded. With these things in her she will not be able to control
herself. “Oh… you changed your mind now, huh?” her mistress teases her as she
pulls the thin, stretchy and extremely tight pink rubber panties up over the
girl’s hips, tugging the double-thick elastic waistband up as high as she can
get it around the girl’s waist and releasing it with a snap. The clinging pink
rubber is now stretched quite tightly over the blonde’s butt and lower belly,
forcing the two dildos deeper into her sex holes and making Alison gasp.
“These
are the only kind of panties you’ll be allowed to wear from now on…” Fiona
instructs her… “You’d better get used to them…” The thin translucent rubber
clings to her like a second skin, revealing every nook and cranny of her body
underneath, and it certainly feels strange against the nakedly hairless and powdered flesh of
her cunt and ass. Her ringed clit is stretched upwards and held there throbbing
at attention by the little clip inside the high-cut rubber briefs, the narrow band
of the crotch pulled up tightly into her doubly-plugged crack. “Yes, Mistress…”
the bound and drugged babe mumbles in nervous embarrassment as a knot of
anxious desire starts coiling in her belly, sending a hot jolt of sexual
electricity from her imprisoned clit up to her brain and back down again. “…
But it’s so… overwhelming… I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep from coming if
you keep me all stuffed up like this…”
“You do
and you’ll be punished…” Fiona warns her. “You know you’re not allowed to come
without permission.” In fact, knowing that she will be punished for it will
only make it more difficult for the girl to control herself and Fiona knows
this. It is amusing to shame the girl by making her come more or less against
her will. The brunette smirks to herself as she picks up the heavy black
corset-slip and wraps it around her captive’s slender torso, fastening the
hook-and-eye closures in the front. Unlike the panties, there’s no stretch at
all in this thick shiny black latex garment. “Now take a deep breath, I’m going
to start lacing you up…” the brunette commands. Obediently, Alison fills her
lungs with air, sucking in her stomach as her dark-haired keeper takes the
laces of the corset in hand and draws them tight… tighter… tighter… cinching in
the young blonde’s waistline relentlessly, compressing it in an iron grip.
“Ohhh… Oooohhhh… Please, Mistress, not so tight… Ohhh noooo…” the helpless
blonde begs breathlessly. The stiff steel stays of the waist-cincher
constricting her middle force her ribcage up to make her ringed and upthrust
breasts more prominent and cause her equine buttocks to jut out saucily from
beneath the frou-frou of the little skirt as her body is molded implacably into
the desired hourglass silhouette.
Fiona
works her way up and down the long line of close-set eyelets mounted in the
steel backbone of the extremely severe corset, making them meet from top to
bottom in an unbroken line, reducing the gasping blonde’s waist to a mere
sixteen inches, her body taking on an exaggerated wasplike configuration inside
the rigidly constricting carapace that threatens to squeeze the breath out of
her and holds her whole body from chest to hips as stiff as a board. Alison
pants shallowly, hyperventilating in an effort to draw enough oxygen into her
lungs. She feels faint and lightheaded, her pulse
ringing in her ears as her body slowly begins to adjust to its hard shell of
rubber and steel. Gradually the roar of blood in her head subsides, leaving her
limp and weak-kneed as she hangs there in the doorway passively awaiting
further developments.
So
overwhelmed is she by the sensation of being squeezed as if by a giant fist
that she barely notices as Fiona carefully rolls the bright pink rubber
stockings over her bright painted toes and up her legs, stretching them tight
as she goes rather like rolling a condom up over a hard dick, and fastens them
firmly to the eight the tops of the dangling slave girl’s thighs. Shaking some
more of the talcum powder into the insides of the pointy-toed and very
high-heeled black latex boots, which have been unlaced all the way down to the
ankle, she gets the tightly-corseted slave girl to step into them, pushing her
heels down into the rigidly steel-reinforced last to encase them firmly within.
It’s a tight squeeze, even for Alison’s slender and smallish feet, and her toes
are cramped together mercilessly by the sharply tapering points at the tips of
the boots. Once she’s got the shoe part of the boot on, Fiona goes to work on
the laces, pulling them as tight as a pair of ice skates all the way up the
girl’s shins, finally tying them at the back with a double knot. Alison’s feet
and ankles are now locked pretty much rigidly in place, all of her weight now
resting uneasily on the balls of her highly-arched feet, which are held en
pointe as it were by the unbending steel sole of the boot, forcing the girl to
stand on tip-toes. Alison shifts her weight uncomfortably from one leg to the
other but this just causes the plugs in her pussy and ass to jiggle around as she
hangs there helplessly. “Ohhh Mistress… I don’t know how I’m going to be able
to walk in these things…” she protests feebly. “Don’t worry, sweetie… we won’t
be running any marathons…” Fiona replies dismissively. “You’ll get used to it…”
Indeed she has little choice.
All that
remains is to fasten the black rubber crotch strap of the corset up into
Alison’s crack. Fiona fastens one end of the inch-wide belt to the buckle at
the back of the corset just above the little triangle where her ass cheeks
divide and lets it hang down there. Walking around to the front of her dangling
captive she reaches between her legs to pull the strap up into her
rubber-covered crotch and thread it through the buckle at the front of the
corset. Alison becomes alarmed when she finally realizes the purpose of this
instrument and starts babbling and moving her hips around in an effort to get
away from it but all that ends instantly when Fiona savagely jerks on the end
of the strap, forcing it hard up into the captive blonde’s pussy and asscrack
and spreading her robber-covered labia around it. She buckles it as tightly as
she is able. ‘OOOOOOHHHHH… AAAAAAAHHHHH…” The helpless blonde gasps as the twin
torpedoes are forced even harder into her clutching sex holes, the tight
cruppering strap exerting a relentless pressure on her upstanding little clit
where it is clipped to the rubber panties, making it twitch and jump with
mingled pain and arousal. “There now…” Fiona remarks with satisfaction… “How’s
that feel?”
“OHHH
GODDD…” The submissive former secretary moans, completely at a loss for words.
More than anything she feels totally dominated, totally controlled, and in
spite of being highly uncomfortable her sluttish little pussy is creaming and
squishing around the fat phallic intruders that fill her fore and aft. “I take
that to mean that you find this exciting…” Fiona comments sarcastically… don’t
you you little whore?” “Y…Yess, Mistressss…” the squirming and gasping sex
slave hesitantly admits. Her captor knows her too well… in fact she is on the
verge of coming already. ‘V…V…Very exciting…”
“You’re a
live one, all right…” Fiona remarks, picking up the black rubber
shoulder-length fingerless gloves, decorated with pink lace at the tops of the
arms and along the V shape at the back of the hand. She reaches up to unfasten
one of Alison’s delicate wrists from the cuffs that hold them high over her
head, unlocking it with a tiny key and leaving the other hand fastened to the
doorframe as she rolls the tight black rubber glove up over the submissive
blonde’s girlishly slender arm, keeping a firm hold on her captive at all
times. Not that she needs to… Alison is too far gone already to make any
struggle or protest as her mistress takes her now blackly-gloved hand and
replaces the cuff taken off her with a black one of identical design, snapping
the steel-reinforced and slightly padded shackle tightly around her captive’s
wrist over the glove with an audible click as the ratchet locks. The
dark-haired bitch then refastens that hand to the doorframe and repeats this
process on her other arm, and exchanges the white pearl choker collar around
the blonde’s neck for a similar one with
black obsidian beads and a black cameo with the same design of crossed whips at
the center.
At last
Alison is completely dressed, although outfitted might be a better term,
needing only to get her make-up and hair done to be ready to assume her role
and entertain whatever guests may be arriving. As usual, Fiona releases the
lovely blonde’s hands from up over her head, refastening them behind her back
before sitting her down on the bench before the makeup table, clipping her
wrist cuffs to a ring in the frame of the bench behind her so she cannot get up
again. In the shape Alison is in all this control is not strictly necessary but
Slate has instructed her to see to it that the blonde is kept in bondage at all
times. In fact the tightly-laced blonde can barely move at all, walking
stiff-legged and teetering on the insanely high heels of her boots, forced to
sit up stiffly at attention by the constriction of the rigid corset-slip
encasing her body. Fiona walks over to her with the CO2-powered earring gun,
loading some small black crystal studs into the chamber.
“Hold
still, now, honey…” the brunette commands, taking one of Alison’s delicate
translucent ears between her fingers and lining up the piercing device
carefully. POW!… POW!… POW!… POW!… Soon four new studs have
been driven through the cartilage at the outer edge of the blonde’s upper ears,
bringing the total of piercings in each ear to nine, running up the earlobes
and arranged in a semi-circle around the circumference of the ear just inside
the fold. Fiona proceeds to fill these holes with a series of larger and larger
studs as she works her way down, changing over to larger hanging or dangling
earrings as she reaches the last three holes punctured in the blonde’s
earlobes. The bottom set is of silver, hung with many black crystal beads,
looking almost like a miniature chandelier as it dangles down to her shoulder,
heavy enough to drag her earlobe down slightly with it. The one next to it is
identical but smaller, perhaps three inches in length, and the one above it a
one inch chain set with similar beads. The earrings tinkle like doorchimes
every time Alison moves her head. Unlike her nipples and pussy, which had been
numbed by injections when they were pierced, the two new holes in each ear burn
and sting, bringing tears to her eyes that slowly roll down her cheek and which
she can’t wipe away because of her cuffed hands. That’s why Fiona did this
before applying her makeup. Alison shivers inwardly, remembering that she may
still be pierced again in other areas. Slate certainly seemed to be intrigued
by what had been done to Andrea, the hostess at the Caligula Club, and she
fears he has made similar plans for her…perhaps even today…
Momentarily
lost in these ruminations, she sits silently as Fiona deftly dabs her tears
with a tissue and starts applying her makeup. The brunette is going for a more
dramatic and less innocent effect this time to go with the bizarrely
provocative black and pink get-up her captive is wearing. Heavy eyeshadow
fading from blue-grey to black, black eyeliner and mascara, her cheekbones
sharply delineated and a darker shade of glossy magenta lipstick exaggerate the
pouting fullness of her lips against a starkly white foundation that gives her
a sort of haunted and whorishly sensual look… a far cry from the sweet and
innocent victim of yesterday. She looks like a bad girl for sure… a bad girl
who can’t wait to be punished in her outlandishly kinky rubber outfit. No doubt
this is just what Fiona had in mind, making it glaringly obvious that she’s a
slave to the whip… to the needle…
Now that
Alison’s earrings and makeup are done, her black-clad mistress goes to work on
her hair, unwrapping the towel/turban from around her
head and combing out her slightly wavy ash-blonde tresses. The brunette decides
to put her hair up for a change today, combing it back from her face and
gathering it tightly in a ponytail at the back of her head with a thick black
rubber band which she wraps around there four or five times to hold it
securely. The immobilized blonde feels the skin of her forehead and temples
being drawn back tightly by the pull on her scalp. Once this is done, Fiona
patiently weaves her captive’s silky locks into a single long braid, fixing
another rubber band to the end to keep it from unraveling. She then twists the
whole thing around onto the back of her head in a French Knot,
fastening it in place with bobby pins. She then inserts a hair clip with a big
fluffy black crepe bow mounted on it through the knot and locks it into place.
Poor Alison feels as though even her hair is in bondage, so tightly is it
pulled back. Exactly the effect her mistress intended, no doubt…
For all
of that, she does look exquisite and fabulously exotic… a vision to harden the
cock of any male who isn’t certified brain-dead. Once again, Alison is struck
dumb with her own reflection, marveling at the image that confronts her in the
mirror. She can hardly recognize herself. The young woman in the mirror seems
like a creature from another world, an apparition from some sadist’s wet dream.
A shock of heat and shame runs through her as she realizes that yes that’s really
her sitting there, transformed into this wickedly provocative and
sensual-looking being. Her creamy hairless pussy and asshole
milk eagerly on the thick rubbery intruders that fill her hot squirmy insides,
her pierced and clipped clit throbbing with drugged-out and anxious desire
against the tight black rubber strap that runs up between her legs. Her
lips part to reveal two pearly white teeth as she breathes softly through her
open mouth, aching with vulnerability. She realizes that even the gentle and imploring
expression on her face cannot help but inspire fresh acts of sadistic lust. She
looks like she’s ready for action and in truth she is… all she needs now is a
man to fuck her, she thinks to herself in shameful excitement. A big strong
man… a demanding man… a man like Slate…
“You
certainly do look tempting…” Fiona remarks, breaking into the dolled-up
blonde’s train of thought… “Even if I do say so myself.
Spider is going to cream in his jeans when he sees you. Speaking of which, he
should be here any moment now… it’s almost
The
brunette unclips her shackled wrists from the ring at the back of the vanity
bench, leaving them fastened behind her, and forces the blonde to stand up,
holding her firmly by the upper arm to keep her from losing her balance.
Keeping a
firm hold on the captive receptionist, she guides her out into the other room
as the tightly-laced young woman teeters unsteadily on her six-inch heels, the
vibrators buzzing away merrily inside her. She is terrified of falling with her
hands tied behind her back like this. The twin plugs inside her wiggle and
jiggle around with every step and her chafed little clit rubs and pulls against
the cruppering strap that bisects her.
Halfway across the floor she freezes, overcome by a shuddering orgasm as
her overstimulated cunt and asshole seize around the
impaling dildos and her belly heaves. Fiona looks on with annoyance, then
amusement. She knew this was coming… in fact she made it happen. Flicking off the switch that keeps the dildos
buzzing, she takes the still-trembling blonde’s chin in her hand, forcing her
to look into her eyes. “Didn’t I tell you not to come without permission?” she
demands… “Just for that you will be chained to the whipping post while we wait.
Perhaps additional punishments will be in order…“ It matters little to Alison…
she is long past having any control over her body and they both know it. It’s all
just a kind of twisted game…
Fiona
leads the unsteady blonde across what in more innocent times was the living
room to the whipping post at the far end of the room, turning on the spotlight
overhead to bathe the area in brightness. “You can just hang out here for a
while…” the sultry-looking brunette announces offhandedly, fastening Alison by
the ring at the back of her collar to a short chain dangling from a hook
overhead on the pillar. “We’ll just call you Exhibit A…” The severely-corseted
and plugged up blonde is forced to stand there motionless at attention, her
hands still tied behind her and at some risk of choking herself if she even
tries to move. She tries to lean back against the post and take some of the
weight off her painfully-constricted toes. “No, No… this will never do… You
must stand up straight…” Fiona exclaims. “Perhaps a little elbow-binding is in
order… It’s simply amazing what it can do for a girl’s posture…”
Alison
hangs there helplessly, her stomach tightening in dread as Fiona walks back
into the bedroom and rummages around for a minute. She returns in a minute with
a pair of wide black leather cuffs in her hand. Turning the rubber-gloved
blonde around so that she is facing the black pillar, she buckles one of the
cuffs tightly around each of her elbows over the gloves. She then threads a
black leather cord through the D rings mounted opposite the buckles on the
cuffs, turning them inward so that they face each other and looping it through
a couple of times. Relentlessly, she pulls on the ends of the cord, forcing
Alison’s elbows together behind her back until the two rings meet and then
tying it off securely with a double knot that will not slip. The lovely sex
slave’s shoulders are pulled down and back severely, her shoulder blades
scrunched together by the inward pressure of her bound elbows.
“OHHH,
MISTRESS… PLEASE… NOT SO TIGHT…” the defenseless blonde pleads forlornly,
already quite uncomfortable after only a few seconds. Fiona turns her back
around. “Shut up, Alison…” her mistress commands, putting a finger to her
roommate’s lips to silence her. “You’re going to stay like this until Spider is
done piercing your tits… One more word from you and I’ll take my quirt to them
first. Would you like that?” Fiona asks, reaching up with her hand to toy with
the rings already piercing the blonde’s tender pink nipples, pulling and
tugging on them just hard enough to make the slave girl gasp. “N… No, Mistress…
Please, Mistress… I’ll be good… I’ll be good…” the terrified young woman babbles
before lapsing into cowed silence. In fact, the binding of her elbows does
cause her lusciously rounded tits to thrust themselves forward with insouciant
boldness, their size and prominence exaggerated by the narrowness of her
backward and down-pulled shoulders. Alison twists and wiggles her arms and
hands helplessly, biting her lip in frustration, but there’s no escaping their
implacable grip. She is just going to have to stay like this until somebody
sets her free.
Far from setting her free, Fiona proceeds to
strap her tightly to the whipping post. After all she doesn’t want the girl to
lose her balance and accidentally strangle herself. By the time she is done,
wide belts hold her adorable captive tightly to the black pillar that dominates
that end of the room. Her ankles, her legs, her waist and shoulders are all
strapped tightly to the post and she can barely even twitch.
Fiona
walks back over to the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee and sitting
herself down on the couch, smiling to herself as she looks over at the spotlit
girl across the room. It’s good for her to make Alison wait… build up a little
suspense. The minutes drag on, the hands of the wall clock slowly approaching
the vertical as the cuffed and plugged blonde is forced to stand there silently
at the post, growing rapidly more anxious and uncomfortable by the minute as
Fiona sits there watching her and nonchalantly flipping through a fashion
magazine and listening to the radio. It kind of reminds the blonde of sitting
in a dentist’s office and waiting to have your teeth drilled. Then Fiona turns
the vibrators back on….
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