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From the box ran a wire connected to a pole. The pole jutted up
from the floor, gleaming metal. It’s end, a dildo, was planted
deep in the girl’s cunt. It was thick and stretched the lips of
her pussy wide. It was shiny with her juices. If she slumped
forward, relaxing her pose, the weight would drop down onto the
box, completing an electrical circuit. When the circuit was
completed, the box would send a mild shock to the dildo – just a
few volts but enough to make the girl squirm from it’s fiery
bite. If the weight stayed on the box, the current would continue
for twenty seconds, stop for twenty seconds, then start again,
and so on, until the connection was broken.

So she had a choice, this girl in bondage. She could yank at the
strap, causing the clamps to bite at her nipples, or relax and
send the shock ripping into her cunt. When that happened, she
found that her writhings on the end of her perch set her pussy
aflame!

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She stood, balanced, though just barely. By force of will, the
naked girl tried to remain absolutely motionless. But to do that
was almost impossible. It was the point of her bondage, of
course.

She stood erect, her legs spread wide by a metal bar strapped
between her ankles forcing them apart. Her arms were pulled
behind her back, strapped together at the elbows and wrists
forcing her breasts forward.

Her long blonde hair cascaded down her bound arms all the way to
her slim waist. She was gagged, her mouth stuffed with a penis
gag and covered by a thick leather strap. Otherwise she was
completely nude.

That was the standard stuff, in and of itself arousing as it
silenced and commanded her naked body, offering her charms in
wanton invitation. But there was more tonight – much more!

On each of her erect nipples was a small spring-clamp. These
connected to a thin leather strap, which then connected together
in a heavier strap. This went up to the ceiling rafter and over a
pulley there. At the other end of this strap from her nipples,
dangling just a few feet in front of the girl, was a metal
weight. It rested no more than an inch above a box with a metal
plate on it’s top. In fact, if the girl weren’t leaning back and
away, her taut breasts pulling at the strap, the weight would
rest on the box. The girl arched herself backward, trembling,
struggling to keep the weight away from the box. She had good
reason to.

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Gwen was going to be the centerpiece at tonights party. They
were going to make a statue out of her and she would contain the
drink for the ending toast of the party.

Sue tightly laced the rubber corset on Gwen to give her an
even slimmer waist and to hide her breathing. Betty carefully
forced an empty enema bag into Gwen’s butt, when Gwen was
completely bound they would fill the bag with wine for the last
toast of the party. Then they were ready to begin. They rubbed
oil all over Gwen’s body and into her hair. Sue then brought out
a case of plaster bandages and a bucket. Gwen held her arms out
in the pose that they wanted as they began to wrap the wet
bandages around her neck and sholders. They were very careful not
to put any on Gwen’s full breasts. Then Sue began to work plaster
into Gwen’s hair so that she could sculpt her hair as she wanted
it to look.

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After eating Gwen was then bound to a table in the back of the
basement. Spread eagle on her back Gwen was subjected to the
light strokes of feathers administered by her friend Sue. But
soon Gwens giggles and pleas to stop upset Sue. Sue prodeeded to
get a rubber full face helmet from a chest along with a rubber
ball. She placed the ball in Gwen’s mouth and then proceeded to
streach the helmet over Gwen’s head. It was hard work since the
helmet was much too tight but when she got it on you could see
every line in Gwen’s face. Two holes by her nostrills allowed her
to breathe. Sue tormented Gwen like this for many hours. By then
she tired of this position for Gwen.

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Down in the basement Gwen was seated in a sturdy chair and her
legs were tied to the chair. The walk down the stairs had excited
Gwen extremely. The combination of the BEN WA balls, the vibrator
and the feel of the rubber were just too much. It was something
else!! Sue removed the gag from Gwen’s mouth. “We must keep your
strength up for the final bind of your stay. So eat your
breakfast” and Sue then proceeded to feed Gwen some eggs and
sausage for breakfast. Gwen kept quiet since every time that she
tried to talk Betty would pinch Gwens nipples very hard. It did
not take many times for Gwen to get the idea. What was to come
next?

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Slowly Betty pushed on the vibrator. She felt Gwen tense up
“Gwen my pretty, if you do not relax this is going to be very
painful and I assure you that it is going in.” Gwen knew what
Betty said was true, she would push it in no matter what she did
and she tried to relax. Soon (even though Gwen would disagree) it
was deep inside her. Betty then got up and got a set of BEN WA
balls and reaching under Gwen pushed them deep into Gwen’s pussy.
“If these or the vibrator come out, I am going to whip you.” Gwen
tried her best, she did not want to be whipped. Betty then got a
pair of rubber panties out of the dresser drawer. “You are going
to wear these to keep everything in place”.

Betty untied Gwen’s legs and then proceeded to put the rubber
panties on Gwen. They were extremely tight and they were
sculptered. They fit Gwen just like a second skin. The vibrator
was now beginning to excite Gwen and she was shocked. Could it
be. She was beginning to enjoy this!!. Betty now lashed Gwen’s
wrists to her thighs and then tied her elbows together before
helping her to sit up. Then Gwen got excited; Sue was back. Oh,
now she would get free. “Gwen, I promissed you a weekend that you
would not forget. I see that Betty has begun.” No, not Sue! This
entire weekend was her idea. What was in there mind now? Betty
and Sue lead Gewn downstairs to the basement where they said the
fun would begin.

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“Did you have a good night’s sleep my dear?” Betty asked in
the morning. Gwen tried to tell her that she did not but all she
got was a muffled reply. “I see that you do not think that I have
been very hospitable to you. For that you are going to be
punished.” With that, Betty began to tie Gwen spread eagle face
down on the bead. “I am going to give your little ass an
introduction to a friend of mine.” Betty then pulled out the
largest vibrator that Gwen had ever seen. Betty then began to rub
vaselene all over it. Gwen knew what was going to happen.
Desperetly she tried to get free but her bonds were too good. She
felt the tip of the vibrator against her anus. Betty began to
push.

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Gwen was new to town but had an old high school friend that
she could stay with. She soon arrived at her friend Sue’s house.
There she was met by Sue’s roommate Betty. Sue had told Betty to
expect Gwen and they were soon settled into the house.

Later that night Betty came into Gwen’s room. “Well my dear
Gwen, Sue said that I was to make you feel at home” and saying
this began to slowly remove Gwen’s nightgown. Gwen was a little
startled but soon relaxed. but then came the rope….

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I tug until I almost feel the plug coming out. In my throes of orgasm,
as I hang impaled by pleasure, the clamp still tweezers on the very
tip, the most sensitive point. The flash-flood of pleasure receedes,
and as I come down from heaven, the clip slides until its rubber-coated
jaws cling to one single hair. This sends me almost up again.
Instead, I bow outwards, waiting. The sudden motion dislodges the
clip. I do not hear anything, except the booming rush of my blood as I
come again.

I awake looking into my owner’s rich, loving eyes. I passed out mere
seconds after my explosion, spent and hanging lax. I was gently laid
down, all the ropes and restraints removed, the mask, the gag and the
tape lying in a ball by my bed, and my partner, no longer my owner,
gingerly massaging color and warmth into my arms.

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After two eternities of this, stewing in my juices, clenching and
straining, I resolve to come, if nothing else, by pulling on the cord
and rubbing the vibrator within me. I pull in a steady concerted
rythmn, ignoring the bump-bump of the weights hanging off the clamps.
My legs fight the restraints fight the unyielding iron bar inbetween
them. I feel the urges start, I see the spark that lights the
bonfire.

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As it passes, the end of the whine escapes through my nose, and my
owner whispers yet again sweetness and smiles in my ear, “The motor
will turn on when you tug on the string, but only for one second.
Then,” I hear the grin widening, “it will shut off for four. Have
fun. Oh, and don’t move around so much.” The cover scrunches in my
ear again, also cutting off a sliver of light I was able to pry from
the tape.

I feel a gentle pressure and a soft snap as a switch is thrown. I give
a cautionary tug. I tingle. Not just my ass, but I tingle, as if
shocked. The lurch rocks the weights, and my chest is blazing with
erotic fire. The buzzing stops. Tug. Pull. Yank! Nothing. Buzz.

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A tearing sound at my right ear.

“I’ll be hanging a little weight on that,” a cold voice emphasized by a
cold, dispassionate tweak on the clamp. I gasp, sharply. “I wouldn’t
jump around so much if I were you.”

A shock ran, electrifying my spine, as a *heavy* pull followed. I felt
a cold piece of metal swing against my breast, above (no, that’s below,
I’m upside- down) my nub, sparking and spitting with every heartbeat.
I moan, a wail sailing in my ear. The tears flow freely, and the tape
starts to give again. And it holds fast after giving precious ground.

The hell throbs down to a bearable onrush. My mind swims. Febblely, I
reach with my hands, knowing that they will never relieve the pain.
Bound as they are at elbow and wrist, I surprise myself by swinging the
coarsely past my buttocks. Firm hands, cool with sweat, grab the
flailing limbs. By my uncovered ear, I hear, “That is a no-no.”

Gasp. I clench in response, but too late. The head of the phallus is
already past the spinchter. The lubricant steal away what little grip
I had, and whatever it is is now inside my ass. It is cunningly
designed, with a groove near the base (pressing against my previously
warmed cheeks) preventing my natural reflex from expelling it. I bear
down, to no avail.

There is the faint tickle of rope brushing the cheeks, then my hands
are hauled back and down, tied to the attaching rope. I tug and feel a
push within myself, pivoting at the hole. I experiment, forgetting
completely the deep pulses from the front.

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Suddenly, the ear is covered again. My head twists, jerks in vain to
find its lifeline again. I long for even the single touch, for
someone. My desires are answered, in a searing flash on my left
nipple. It throbs in quiet agony as I relish each beat of pleasure,
each pulse of fire. My breathing slows, rythmnic, deep. My nipple is
lightly tugged, slowly twisted, bent double. A squeal, soft and
breathy, follows each of these movements, all the while the chest
a-heaving.

Suddenly, the pressure is snapped away. In response, a loud cry and a
sharp convulsion. That nipple is still tingling when the clamp is
applied to its twin. Slowly, like an evil vise. Knowing better than
to let it rest on only the nub, I try to force it into me. My owner
knows these tricks. The other one received mercy; a generous pinch of
flesh laid within its jaws. This one burned white hot as the jaws came
to rest on the erect, throbbing brown nipple.

Tears welled within my eyes, denied by the tape. I felt the tape start
to lose its hold, the tearing sensation as it parted ways with my
eyelids. Then it stopped. I stil could not open my eyes, and the hood
would admit no light even if I could. In agony, in frustration, in
pain, I thrashed as far as the bonds would let me.

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I try to nudge my head and feel the gentle but firm tug on my scalp.
My hair, my long lucious pride has betrayed me and has joined forces
with what wraps me, holds me, displays me. I hear the blood’s rush in
my ear and this keeps me company. I vow not to count heartbeats, not
to guess or anticipate the time. The temptation is strong. How long
has it been? How much longer until dawn? One… two… three..

Sixt–sensation! The lightest of touches, but something touched me. I
arch my back in a vain attempt to reach someone, something. I feel
nothing nothing more. A sigh escapes my nostril, audible in my inner
ear. That’s it! I can still hear myself, even if I can’t speak. I
wait for another eternity, then count twenty heartbeats, and hum a
moan.

My left ear buzzes with the sound of a thousand scratches. A jet of
cool air rushes to cool my sweat-coated skin. Then a warm, moist
feeling traces some shape. Wet sounds, followed by a sugar-sweet,
playful-cat-sneer voice, “Our little pet is not quiet, is umm? Our
little pet wanna moan, is um?” The tongue flicks in to touch the hairs,
not even the skin. It flicks again, this time at the lobe. Wet,
moist, lovely lips caress the node, tugging gently. The tongue flicks
again. I moan, arch my back and curse my hair.

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I twist, and feel the rope bite into my elbows. I count the heartbeats
throbbing away, fading slowly, softly. If it weren’t for the sound of
blood’s rush in my ears, I would not know if it existed.

My eyes are taped shut, but so long ago that I have come to accept that
my eyes no longer open. I faintly remember my discomfort, my mouth
straining at an object that filled my mouth from within yet still
touched my lips. Once this caused me to salivate uncontrollably, much
to my owner’s dismay. Hanging me by the spreader bar caused the
spittle to back into my mucous membranes, stinging, burning. But my
mouth is now dry, and I have no sensation of fighting an object that
gave yet does not tear.

Occasionally, I would feel the slightest of breezes on my skin, the
most sensitive part, the ones constricted by clothing by day. I know
not what is their cause, nor do I feel them on my face. I hear
nothing, and have heard nothing for an eternity and then some. What
once was warmth, and the soft tendrils of lambswool that encased my
head have become soaked with my sweat, the salty juices of excitment
and anticipation. After time, a concept that now exists only in my
mind, the water and the wool have warmed and now are my skin.

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Dodds connected the respirator hose to the fitting at Mandy’s mouth,
and the stomach tube to another enema bag on a stand. At last, with a
flick of the switch, the little unit started with a hum, pumping with
an alternating hiss.

Dodds walked back to her supine form and experimentally wiggled each of
the plugs where they were attached to those outlandish looking
breasts. The anonymous but shapely figure within moaned with delight (
or frustration ), but did not move visibly. He looked over the
connections at her mouth, the air hose, the seal of the stomach tube,
the tubing from her rear. Satisfied that all was as it should be, he
began to spread old newspapers around her rigid form and the panel.

This done, he wheeled over the other equipment dolly that had stood
waiting in the corner for this very moment…

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“Ever since I watched your slave Flora suffer this at your hands, I’ve
longed to try it out on you,” Dodds announced softly.

Apparently the ear plugs, covered by the helmet’s thick pads, prevented
her from hearing, for she gave no sign.

When the glue had dried, Dodds guided her backward to the edge of the
slab, positioning her feet with care. He opened his glue can again,
and coated the entire back of her suit with the latex cement. When he
was satisfied with the job, he stood astride her body, and after
threading her enema tube through a small hole, slowly leaned her back
onto the slab.

Moving with care, he firmly pressed each portion of her body against
the layer of glue, permanently bonding her suit to the slab. A few
more touches of glue cemented her arms, hands, even each finger down to
the rigid platform.

For a few moments, he left the room. The distant sound of a car door
slamming was heard… …but within her rubber prison, Mandy heard
nothing. She squirmed a bit, marvelling at the wholly pleasant
sensation of being enveloped in a warm and slippery womb. The dildo
pushed in a bit as she moved, and she tried to encourage it. She found
that she could shift a few inches within the thick rubber suit. This
also had the pleasant effect of massaging her breasts within their
cups. It felt delicious, but it wasn’t quite enough.