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The Captive, Part 3
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THE CAPTIVE -----------
By
Mistress Kay
Part III
Still grinning at my helplessness, Mistress Kay sat in the chair by
the phone . She picked up the receiver and began to dial. "What are
you doing," I shouted. "Sill y girl, she laughed and continued
dialing, "We can't have a party without guests ing about this on the
phone." I raised my voice some more, trying to camouflage my growing
fear as anger. "This is enough," I yelled, tugging at the straps that
held me to the chair. "I think it's time that you go."
Mistress Kay hung up the phone and stood slowly. Hands on hips, she
sauntered very casually over to me. She looked down on me and shook
her head slowly. Maybe you' re right," she said folding her arms
across her firm breasts, "Maybe I should le ave right now. I'm sure
if you keep up the racket someone will eventually come a nd find
you." She turned and began putting on her skirt.
Wild panic surged through me. "NO... DON'T... " I twisted and pulled
against my bonds. "Please... I beg of you," I pleaded more softly.
Finally I fell silen t. Mistress Kay drop the skirt and turned
towards me. She had a look of triumph o n her face that sent a chill
down my spine. She had me, but good, and we both knew it. Returning
to her seat, she picked up the phone and began dialing again.
I sat there drained, barely hearing her talking on the phone. My
arousal tur ned to embarrassment. I pictured how I must look in these
shiny tights; with my narrow corseted waist and my pseudo-breasts
jiggling. And worst of all; with my still-throbbing cock jutting
prominently out in front of me. My face felt warm a nd flushed. What
had I gotten myself into? I was trapped and totally at her merc y;
with no way to escape. A different kind of tears began to fill my
eyes. Invol untarily, I began to whimper.
Hanging up the phone, Mistress Kay again towered over me. My head
hung low; I was u nable to face her. "Such a poor baby," she giggled
as she gently patted me on th e head. I reddened even more in shame.
"Here's something to keep you content," s he cooed, lifting my chin.
I pulled back in amazement. There, inches from my eye s, was a rubber
cock. It was flesh-colored and looked enormous. Attached to it w as a
thick leather strap. "Wrap you big red lips around this, you little
cocksuc ker," Mistress Kay said. Her voice was now a cruel snarl.
"No," I screamed, jerking my head away in repulsion. I shook my head
from si de to side, my eyes glued on the thickly-veined cock head. I
clamped my jaw tigh tly shut. With a evil smile Mistress Kay reached
down and slowly fondled my right 'brea st'. In spite of my self I
felt a warm flood of arousal. Suddenly she pinched th e engorged
nipple between two of her long fingernails and twisted it sharply. My
mouth flew open with a yelp of pain. In an instant the gag was
against my lips. With a shove she jammed it deep into my mouth.
My eyes bugged out as the obscene object violated me. It filled my
mouth com pletely, almost touching the back of my throat. The sudden
impulse to gag caused my struggles to cease. I froze as Mistress Kay
buckle it firmly behind my head. Once h er hands released the strap I
was again seized by panic. I shook my head and str ained my tongue in
a vain effort to expel it. I began to hyperventilate in a fre nzied
effort to breathe. As I gasped in air I discovered that a narrow hole
thro ugh the center of the gag allowed air to enter fairly easily.
Gradually my frenz y subsided and my breathing became more regular.
"That's it," Mistress Kay instructed, "Work on that big hard cock
with your s weet l ittle mouth. You'll need the practice." The last
remark sent a shiver down my sp ine and into my own loins. I tried to
cry out but my protest was muffled. All th at came out was low
guttural sounds and loud sucking noises. I tried to tear mys elf from
the unyielding ropes. Mistress Kay gave the chair another spin. As I
swu ng aro und her laughter rang in my ears.
By the time I stopped revolving and my vision returned to normal,
Mistress Ka y has poured herself another drink. She stood in front of
me sipping it, her purse tuc ked under her arm. Looking up, I
surveyed her shapely form in her revealing outf it. Another flood of
passion caused my cock to swell against its rubber prison. As our
eyes met I noted her smug satisfaction at my heightened frustration.
"Well, our guests will be arriving soon. We'd better make you a
little more presentable. Don't you think?," she said in mock inquiry.
Taking my muffled obje ction as if it were agreement, she nodded,
"Good." She stepped forward, and str addling the chair, sat on my
lap. She nestled in, reaching down to adjust my rub ber clad groin
into her crotch. My cock was pressed against her flat stomach. Th e
touch of her hand, even through the rubber, was delightful.
"Let's see if we can improve these eyes," she said, blotting the
traces of m y tears with a tissue. Rummaging in her purse, she
brought out an eyebrow pencil ery strokes. Occasionally she would
stop and use a tweezers to remove a few erra nt hairs. I winced at
the loss of each one; both from pain and from the fear of future
embarrassment. Unable to protest, I could only pray that she wasn't
alter ing my appearance permanently. Finally, satisfied with her
work, she went back i nto her purse.
Her firm breasts rested inches from my face. The tanned flesh jiggled
in fro nt of my eyes as Mistress Kay moved. I wished my mouth were
free so that I could suck o n those hard nipples that stretched the
shiny black nylon spandex of her leotard ticed my attention and gave
her breasts a playful shake. I groaned in frustratio n.
"Looks like we'll have to help you with your posture so that you'll
keep yo ur head up," she scolded. She stood and retrieved something
from the tote bag. S tepping behind me, she wrapped a heavy leather
collar around my neck. It was abo ut four inches wide and padded with
foam on the inside. As she fastened the buck le my chin was forced up
rigidly. She tightened it just short of the point where it might
inhibit my breathing. Not only couldn't I lower my head; I couldn't tu
rn it either. To look to the sides I would have to twist my entire
torso. Which, of course, was impossible while bound as I was to the
chair.
She returned to my lap and her work. With my head immobilized, she
proceeded quickly. Brown eyeshadow was smoothed onto my lids and a
hint of blush brushed onto my cheeks. She spent considerable time on
my lashes, thickening them and ex aggerating their length with
mascara. Through it all I sat rigidly, opening and closing my eyes as
ordered. I was acutely conscious of her breasts rubbing into mine and
her firm thighs sliding on my nyloned legs. I could even feel the heat
of her crotch through the rubber briefs. My balls seemed near
bursting as they s welled in the locked pouch. My eyes studied her
moist lips and the tip of her to ngue as it peeked out of the corner
of her mouth as she carefully applied eyelin er on me. I was reminded
that my own mouth now matched the shiny red color of he rs. The
realization made me suck the rubber cock more earnestly; enjoying the
sw eet taste of my lipstick as I did.
Mistress Kay leaned back and studied my face carefully. "That looks a
lot bet ter," she announced. I could feel my long lashes fluttering
as I blinked. After return ing the make-up to her purse she stood.
"Oh, I almost forgot the most important thing," she said reopening
the purse. Removing a small perfume atomizer, she spr ayed me
liberally behind my ears, along my neck, and down my "cleavage". She
was about to close the bottle when, with a playful grin, she gave a
final spritz be tween my legs. "Enjoy," she teased as she spun the
chair again.
I whipped around rapidly, my eyes closing reflexively to minimize the
dizzin ess. A sweet cloud swirled about me. The heavy, flowery scent
magnified the fog I already was experiencing from all the pot. My
mind drifted as I spun; wanderin g from embarrassment to erotic
excitement. At times my consciousness seemed to f ocus on the sleek
feel of the tights, the tight compression of the corset, or th e new
fleshiness of my chest. Then my body seemed to melt into a mass of
sexual arousal centered on an intense pulsating somewhere deep within
my groin.
I don't know when I stopped turning or how long my eyes remained
shut. A lou d knocking suddenly snapped me into crystal clear
consciousness. "Company!" Caro l announce cheerfully. As I watched
her firm ass sway across the room I struggle d desperately against
the ropes and straps. I begged her to stop through my gag. Her hand
touched the doorknob and a sinking sensation hit my stomach. I hunched
my shoulders and averted my eyes; trying to somehow make myself
smaller.
"Tara," Mistress Kay exclaimed as she opened the door. I looked up;
my curios ity o vercoming my fear. All I could see was Mistress Kay's
shapely back in the doorway as sh e clenched in what was obviously a
passionate embrace. All that was visible of o ur visitor was her arms
as they wrapped themselves around Mistress Kay. I noted t he lon g
pink sculptured nails as they fondled and squeezed that sweet ass
that I crave d so. I felt my arousal growing anew at the soft sound
of their murmuring as the y kissed.
Finally they broke apart and entered the suite. I enjoyed my first
look at K athy. She was slightly shorter than Mistress Kay and of
medium build but full- fi gured. Her blonde hair was cut to medium
length, framing her dramatically (but not ove rly) made-up face. Like
Mistress Kay, she had striking eyes. At times they seemed emera ld
green; in other light they flashed a deepest blue.
What was most dramatic about her appearance was her attire. In
contrast to C arol's almost innocent first impression, Tara signaled
danger and sensuality. A bove was a silk-knit tank top that caressed,
but barely contained, her large bra less breasts. Below was a pair of
the tightest leather jeans I had ever seen. Th e thin black hide
shaped and molded her every curve; from her well rounded ass a nd
hips to her shapely calves and thighs. It flexed and contracted like
a layer of her own skin as she moved. And as she sat with Mistress
Kay on the couch and I could hear the faint sounds of the stretching
and rubbing leather.
It wasn't until she crossed her legs that I noticed her boots. I
realized th at I was wrong about her height. She was shorter than
Mistress Kay by several inc hes. I t was the boots that made the
difference. The heels were among the highest I'd e ver seen; at least
five inches and pencil thin. The result was an extreme arch e nding
in similarly menacing pointed toes. I watched the light reflect off
their shiny black surface as she swung her foot. I shudder with both
excitement and te rror. There was obviously no fooling with this
woman.
The women sat and chatted among themselves; oblivious to me. At one
point Ca rol went to the bar and poured drinks. She walked around me
going both ways with out as much as a look or word. It was as if I
didn't exist or was merely a piece of furniture. I resented their
indifference to me and attempted to gain their a ttention through the
gag. They ignored my muffled pleas.
Finally, after they had finished their drinks and Mistress Kay had
lit one of my jo ints, they stood and approached me. I found myself
staring at Tara's skyscraper heels as she neared. She must have
noticed my attention because she lifted her right foot onto the front
edge of my chair. The polished toe of her boot pushed forward into my
rubber-encased balls. "So this is our entertainment," she remark ed.
I followed the taut leather trail up her leg and past her crotch. She
stood there casually, elbow on her raised knee, smoking the joint.
She looked down at me with a look of bemused pity. "Kinda cute," she
remarked patting me on the hea d. Then tracing a figure-eight over my
chest with a fingernail she added, "But p retty flat-chested."
Taking a deep drag on the joint, Tara straddled my lap. Wrapping her
arms a round my neck, she gave me a mock kiss. She blew the smoke
through the hole in t he penis gag and deep into my lungs. Unable to
pull away, the acrid smoke seared my throat and lungs. I fought
desperately the urge to cough. I tried to concent rate on slowly
exhaling trough my nose. I succeeded for the most part with only
minimal choking. The women took turns, one on my lap giving me smoke
'kisses'; t he other teasing my bound body with her hands. Mistress
Kay enjoyed rubbing my ny loned legs. Tara would vigorously pump my
cock. The rubber harness prevented an orgas m. and my midsection
began cramping with intense pleasure/pain. All the while th e pot was
getting me higher and higher. My every nerve ending felt intensified t
o their touch. I became almost delirious with arousal; a total
prisoner unable t o even mentally resist.
"There seems to be something missing," Mistress Kay observed
dreamily, as she finis hed the last of the joint. "Maybe she could
use some earrings. She dug into her purse and dangled two red
plastic teardrops. "I have a better idea," Tara anno unced. Returning
to my lap, she rubbed her ample breasts into mine. The deliciou s
softness caused my nipples to stiffen. Then taking one of the
earrings she sna pped the clasp onto my enlarged nipple. I jerked and
screamed into the gag. Pain seared into my chest. Quickly, she
attached the other one the same way. I waile d, bucking so strongly
against the ropes that the whole chair jumped. Tara leap t to her
feet, laughing gleefully at my discomfort. As I twisted from side to
si de the earrings bounced and danced across my chest, magnifying my
agony. Tears s treaming from my eyes, I yelled and twitched
uncontrollably. After several minut es (an eternity to me) Tara
stopped laughing and grew angry. "Enough already, o r you'll really
be punished." The pain and my own anger were so great that I was
unable to force myself to sit still. I was determined to protest as
much as my unfortunate circumstances would allow.
"Okay, if that's your choice," Tara barked, "you were warned. You'll
have t o sit out the party." She nodded to Mistress Kay, who now
stood behind me. Sudden ly, a thick scarf was pulled across my eyes
and knotted behind my head. I was plunged into absolute darkness. My
growing panic now turned to shear terror. I yelled in to the gag with
renewed vigor. I tore at my bonds, oblivious to the pain I was c
ausing in the process. The chair was spun again. This time was much
faster than before as both women flung me around at increasing speed.
The wheels began to ro ck off the floor and I feared that it would
tip over. Bound as I was there would be no way for me to break my
fall. I was trapped in a wild, swirling blackness.
I don't know when the physical spinning stopped but the sensations in
my min d continued a lot longer. Eventually I became aware of a
different movement. The chair was being dragged backward across the
carpeting. Then it stopped and I he ard the unmistakable sound of the
sliding glass door to the balcony sliding open collar, I tried in
vain to shake my head 'NO'. I apologized; I begged; I prayed and and
obviously didn't care. There was a final jerk and a heavy jolt as I
clea red the threshold and rolled onto the balcony. My next
sensations were of the sl amming of the door behind me and the cool
night air. Both left me shivering unco ntrollably.
(continued)
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