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American Pervert in London, Part 6
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This is the final chapter of American Pervert in London.
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Date: 01-08-94 22.24.06 CDT
Subject: American Pervert 6
"An American Pervert In London" is © 1993, 1994, William A. Lemieux.
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An American Pervert
In London
by
Bill Lemieux
Part 6
Flora tried to relax inside the rigid suit as Mandy worked the hair
dryer, softening the material at the joints, repositioning her limbs.
When Mandy had finished, Flora found herself in a standing position,
spread -eagled and leaning against the wall, the stiff arms of the suit
providing her only support. She tried to squirm a bit inside her
vitrified clothing, but the suit didn't flex a millimeter. She was
acutely aware of her bare breasts protruding through the holes in the
chest of the outfit, as well as the lack of covering on for her sex, as a
faint current of air reminded her that there too, she was open,
defenseless.
Mandy thanked Jason tersely when he returned with the requested
equipment. "Now sit out of the way and get comfortable," she added.
"Oh, I brought along the toy bag, just in case," commented Jason. His
tone was serious, but there was a definite twinkle in his eye. He sat on
the bed, fluffed up the pillows and leaned back while Mandy prepared her
toys.
"Just in case, huh?" said Mandy, fishing through the bag. I see you
threw in my loot from the dealers room, too. You're so transparent."
"Yes, but I'm CLEARLY helpful," Jason shot back, now openly smiling.
Mandy groaned. "Just for that, you'll be spending the night a lot less
comfortably, rest assured," she said, albeit somewhat absently, as she
fondled one of the elaborate bondage bras they had purchased that
morning. She looked significantly at Flora, who responded with a
wide-eyed look, but said nothing.
Flora looked on helplessly as Mandy buckled the device around her chest,
adjusting the straps as she went, to accommodate the thick suit. She had
chosen the vacuum cup bra, and Flora licked her lips, knowing what was
to come.
Mandy didn't bother to pump out the cups yet, however. Instead, she
produced an odd-looking phallus from the toy bag. It was clear plastic,
and had two stripes of chrome down each side. Straps and coiled wires
trailed from it. After lubricating both the dildo and Flora, eliciting
a few moans in the process, she pushed the plug into Flora's sex.
Flora knew precisely what it was for, but apparently their audience
didn't.
"That's an interesting dildo," observed Miss Kat. Flora immediately
blushed. She had forgotten the other woman was in the room.
"You know what a TENS machine is?" asked Mandy as she pulled another,
differently shaped dildo from the bag. She fastened it into place on
the same crotch strap as the first while Miss Kat spoke.
"Trans-cutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation... Oho! You have some very
interesting toys."
"Quite. This isn't a real medical TENS unit, it's made by an SM toy
company in California, but it works the same way. It can be pretty
painful if you crank it up, but it doesn't have to be. I use it more for
muscle stimulation. If you adjust it right, it feels like you've got a
vibrator surgically implanted."
She lubed up the second plug and Flora's rectum, and presented it to
Flora's rear. With only a little push, it slid inside.
A faint "Mmmm" was heard from Flora. Mandy fastened the straps around
Flora's waist. Neither plug was going anywhere now.
Mandy made herself busy with the wires which now trailed from Flora's
sex. "I rather like the P. E. S. box, because I can set it for a
certain intensity, frequency, and rhythm, and just walk away... so to
speak."
"Now dear," Mandy said to her elaborately-bound captive, "let's talk
about your impertinence on the street corner this morning."
"You've got to be kidding! Are you still going on about my new
stockings?"
"No. Guess again."
Flora thought hard. Mandy had an infuriatingly long memory, and she
never forget the slightest insult or truculence on the part of her two
submissive lovers.
"Okay, I give up," she said.
"Do you remember when I asked to see your purchases? Purchases made
with your allowance? _MY_ money?"
"Oh, uh..."
"Let me remind you. `Since you're going to make us wait until we get
back, I think I'll make you wait too.' Those were your words, weren't
they?"
"But it's not fair," wailed Flora, "you held out on us, I was just
paying you back, um no, I mean, that's not what I meant, but,"
"Hush. You don't _get_ to `pay back' remember? That's _my_ job. I
say and you do, remember?"
"Oh, come on, Mandy," injected Jason, "it's not as if she hasn't..."
"And YOU," Mandy said, whirling on her other slave, "are in no position
to talk back either!" She really seemed to be warming to her subject
now. "I promised you both you had penitence coming for your little
public tantrums, and your insolence. Did you think I would forget?"
"Um. No ma'am," answered Jason, subdued. His demeanor and posture were
those of a thoroughly cowed man, but the faintest hint of a smile remained
at the corners of mouth, and light glimmered in his eyes.
"Right then," she continued. "Just because Flora's getting hers, don't
think you won't be getting yours." She turned back to Flora, grabbed a
bulb, and began pumping the air out of the clear cup of the bondage bra
enclosing Flora's right tit. And just as it had that morning, Flora's
breast swelled visibly, until the flesh was pressed up against the inside
of the plastic, and the nipple had swelled, red and angry, into the little
cup where the valve was fitted. Flora was moaning loudly long before
Mandy was done. She redoubled her complaints as Mandy removed the pump and
repeated the treatment on the other side.
"Oh, stop it," Mandy said irritably, "Jason, is that pump gag in the toy
bag?"
Jason fished for and found it, tossed it to his lover without a word.
Mandy installed it in Flora's mouth, tightened the straps around her
immobilized head, and pumped the bulb. The inflated bladder would
silence her chatter very effectively.
"Now the fun really begins," Mandy said gleefully. She picked up the
TENS box and twisted a knob slowly, watching Flora. In a moment, Flora
began to moan again, and was probably trying to squirm as well, but the
hardened suit showed no movement.
Flora groaned again as the two plugs came to life within her, each acting
independently to cause her muscles to clench and twitch as if possessed
of minds of their own. This, on top of the tension in her breasts, pushed
her over the edge within a minute. She came hard, straining against the
rigid armor encasing her, the absolute immobility of her bondage
compounding her excitement further, so that the first orgasm blended
almost seamlessly with another, and within a minute or two, another after
that, until she was screaming into her gag with every other breath.
"Are you quite certain she's all right?" Miss Kat asked, as politely as
possible. "She certainly is noisy..."
"Oh, she is, she is. But she knows her safe code, and she's experienced
enough to use it if she weren't enjoying herself. No, she always makes
a racket. That's why the pump gag."
She smiled in satisfaction, knowing what Miss Kat didn't. That Flora's
physical capacity for orgasm greatly exceeded her mental limits. With
the right stimulation, she could be kept coming almost continuously for
nearly an hour. They had tried to push even that limit once, but Flora
had finally safeworded part way through, and had been jittery and
incoherent for the rest of the day. Mandy knew that this gift frightened
Flora, and she used it to her own purposes whenever her lover was in need
of a more severe punishment.
Killing her with kindness, as they old saying goes, thought Mandy.
Flora tried to keep her head, knowing full well what sort of experience
she had ahead of her. She tried counting orgasms at first, but lost
count at 13, she was already exhausted, but when her sex seemed to be
getting bored, Mandy took notice and changed the settings on the TENS
box, so that an entirely different sensation surged through her, and
she was off again, despite her growing fatigue. Gradually, her mind
became detached from her body's labor, and she suddenly snapped into a
serene and peaceful state, as if her viewpoint had been drawn out of her
body and she was above herself, looking down on the scene. She felt the
contractions of another climax as if by telephone, a distant, yet not
quite ignorable signal. She felt as though she were lifting into the air,
floating along, while the unrelenting exercises of her own traitor muscles
led her up another peak.
Without warning, her awareness snapped back to hard reality as she felt
a cool breath of air across her breasts. Her eyes flew open as she tried
to reorient herself. Her body felt different... it didn't help that her
head was still clamped in the grip of the rigid helmet- something as
routine as looking around the room was denied her.
She was lying down somewhere... she caught a glimpse of a suitcase out
of the corner of her eye and realized that she had been carried back to
their room! It must have made quite a sight, but of course, with the
exception of...
She lost her train of thought again, as she climaxed slowly and
languorously, her sore muscles fighting with the commands from her brain
and spinal cord.
...with the exception of... what had she been thinking? The pulsing of
her muscles, the artificial grasping and clenching of her sex stopped
suddenly. She heaved a sigh of relief as she felt the crotch straps
being loosened, then first one, then the other plug being removed
slowly, gently from her dripping crotch.
Her relief was short-lived, however, as she heard Mandy speak.
"There now- that's how I like my women best- flat on their backs, open,
and helpless," she heard. "Now then dear, just one more. Momma's going
to make you come for her just one more time..." Mandy was crooning, as
she might croon nonsense to a restless baby. Then her voice hardened to
a growl.
"But this time, you disobedient little slut, I want to _feel_ it!"
Flora felt a slippery warmth spread across and into her sex, and
shuddered inside her rigid exoskeletal prison. Then she felt a small,
warm invader spreading more lubricant inside her. Then another was felt,
cajoling her sex into opening further, like the petals of a flower.
She gasped softly into her gag as Mandy's fingers spread gently, opening
her, preparing her for the larger invasion to come. Automatically, she
tried to press her hips toward the probing fingers, was defeated again by
the unyielding armor coating her. She whined in frustration, settled for
`pushing' with her sex, needing desperately the delicious fullness.
Finally Mandy decided Flora was ready, and tucked her thumb down. To her
surprise and delight, her small hand slid in with little effort, and she
felt the ring of Flora's muscles clench around her wrist repeatedly.
"MMMMMMM!" Flora was in orbit again, making the sort of sounds which
undoubtedly would have summoned the manager in a hotel with cheaper
soundproofing... and assuming she hadn't been gagged. She felt her
insides squirming involuntarily as Mandy flexed her fingers, bent and
twisted her hand, and eventually, managed to ball it into a fist.
Flora was in heaven. While the TENS machine (among other toys) could
send her into orbit, few things rivalled _this_ experience, which instead,
grounded her in the here and now, totally aware of this un-dreamt-of
situation, unable to ignore the intensity of emotion and physical joy
coursing through her. The closeness, the sheer connectedness of having
her lover's entire hand inside her, filling her to the bursting point, and
bringing her slowly, so sadistically slowly, to a thundering orgasm while
she was held perfectly motionless, was a gift beyond price. She was
teetering on the edge again, this time, at the brink of a frightening
revelation, the border of a undiscovered land. She moaned loudly,
continuously, almost sobbing with loss of control, with the pleas for
release she could not vocalize past the bladder filling her mouth, as
Mandy somehow sensed her state, held her there, held her there...Goddess,
Mandy was playing her like an instrument!
Mandy's other hand came up slowly, reached toward a point very near
the first.
Flora felt the faintest breath of air on her clitoris, the subtlest
warning, before Mandy grabbed it between forefinger and thumb.
Flora screamed, and passed out.
-=O=-
Some time after their return home, Mandy finally got around to exacting
her "punishment" upon Jason, as well...
"So, what do you think of your new toy?" Mandy sat sidesaddle upon the
newest addition to Flora's bedroom decor.
"Oh, it's nice... I suppose," answered Flora, in her best coquettish
voice.
Mandy chuckled and rose from her position atop the narrow, smooth wooden
bench. A faint scuffling was heard from inside as Jason tried to get
comfortable in an uncomfortable situation. He dared not shift much, she
knew. His dearest flesh rose majestically, twitching occasionally,
through the hole in the center of the bench lid.
"Well, I'm sure you're tired, dear," Mandy said, walking toward the
door. "I'll leave you to your beauty sleep."
"Mandy!" an exasperated entreaty.
"Yes, dear?" Mandy paused in the hallway, her hand on the latch.
"You promised! Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh, dear me! How thoughtless of me!" Mandy said, smirking. She
removed the key from around her neck, dropped it into Flora's sweating
palm, and closed the door softly.
Within seconds, Flora had the door bolted, and began frantically
unlocking the chastity belt that she had worn for the past five weeks...
fin.
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