Besides
their catsuits, they wore white latex opera gloves, but these had fingers,
unlike the ones she had been forced to wear during her second capture. On their
heads, they wore a latex helmet that covered their entire head, including their
faces, leaving only two brass gromets where their noses would be underneath, as
well as mirrored lenses covering eyeholes over their eyes.
The
women came towards Selina and reached up to the bar she was suspended from.
With a soft click, the bar separated from the chain suspending it, allowing the
slave to drop her arms. But she could not bring her wrists together, of course,
as they were still secured on opposite ends of the bar. Then, one of the women
kicked the back of her knees in, forcing her to fall on all fours. The other
woman bent down and smacked her hard on her right buttock.
“Ouch!”
Selina complained.
“Silence!
Or the gag goes back in, understood?” the man admonished.
Selina
nodded her head. She followed the two women as they walked towards the tub. She
could not help but look up at the twisting butts of the two women marching
ahead of her. She suddenly found herself feeling horny again. She was surprised
at this. She was bisexual, of course, and had done both men and women, both in
her days as a prostitute, and subsequently as a socialite and as Catwoman.
Being aroused by good looking women did not surprise her. What did surprise her
was how the intense, almost nympho, triggering of her libido seemed to cross
over from being abused by the men to being kept in her place by other women.
By
other slaves, Selina corrected herself. Looking up between the legs of the two
women, she realized that there were two vague circles pressing against the
tight crotch of the catsuit of each of the women. She knew all too well these
were. They were butt plugs and dildos as well. Obviously, these women were just
as stuffed as she was.
Selina
was led to the tub and she climbed in carefully. The two women climbed in after
her, and one of them picked up a shower head attached via a metal tube to a tap
at the head of the tub. She turned it on and began to spray water onto the
slave’s sore body. She used a gloved latex hand to rub her body as she sprayed
the water. She worked the spray back towards her pussy, washing away the grime
on her cunt.
Selina
moaned as she felt the woman insert her fingers into her slack sphincter, and
twirl it around, before pulling them out, then penetrating her vagina to repeat
the process. She lifted her head up and turned back with half closed eyes to
look at the woman molesting her. Her eyes rested on the firm breasts that were
poking provocatively at the thin rubber covering them, their nipples obviously
engorged from arousal.
The
woman now worked the spray under Selina’s body. Her fingers now lingered over
her firm breasts. As water was sprayed up at the gourds, she kneaded them,
twirling their nipples. Selina could only moan at this treatment.
The
woman lifted the shower head up now and sprayed Selina’s head, wetting down her
hair and face, flushing away the collection of perspiration and dirt that had
accumulated under her cowl.
The
other woman now stepped in. She took a sponge from the side of the tub, and a
bottle of soap. She squeezed a generous amount of soap gel into the sponge, and
lathered it until it was soapy. She then began to rub the sponge all over Selina.
Once again, she moaned as she felt the roughness of the sponge play over her
body, especially when it was rubbed into her asshole and cunt. She felt her
body become more and more horny at this treatment. When the second woman
finished sponging all over her body, including a vigorous scrub of her head,
the first woman sprayed the soap off of her body until she was clean.
The
two women now led Selina out of the tub. As she remained on all fours, the two
women took towels from racks on the side of the wall nearest to the tub, and
rubbed her dry. Once again, they paid special attention to her breasts and her
cunt, causing the nympho slave to become still more aroused.
The
two women now stood to one side, leaving Selina to brew in her sexual desire.
The man now came up to her, and looked down at the softly panting slave.
“Her
hair is in a mess.” the man said, “Shave it all off.”
Selina’s
eyes opened wide at this command, as if she was horrified, but she said
nothing. The man smiled again in triumph. He knew that he had touched something
in her, but she had kept silent, like a proper slave should.
The
two women disappeared from view. When they returned, one of them was carrying a
battery powered shaver. While the other woman now held Selina’s head firmly,
the first one switched it on. Its malicious buzz filled the room as the woman
set to work, shaving the raven black locks off of the slave’s head, leaving a
short fuzz on her scalp. When they were done, one of the women took a handheld
mirror and held it before her face to see her new haircut. She had to admit it
was not too bad, actually. In fact, it reminded her of her androgynous haircut
when she was a professional dominatrix.
The
man came around again, and seemed please with Selina’s new look as the other
two women brushed any remaining hair off her nude body.
“Not
bad. On your feet now, Selina.” the man ordered.
Selina
obeyed, climbing back onto her feet and holding her body erect before him, her
breasts pointing proudly out as she tilted her buttocks back, feeling a strange
pride at displaying her body before the man. She could not understand the
sensation, but it was almost as if she appreciated being appreciated by the man
as he looked up and down her body.
The
man seemed to make up his mind about something, then snap another command.
“Dress
her up. I’m bringing her out for dinner tonight.” the man ordered.
The
two women immediately grabbed Selina’s arms and led her through the door that
they had come in from. She was surprised to find herself now in a walk-in
wardrobe that would have been the envy of any socialite in Gotham ,
filled with a variety of dresses and clothing, both fetishistic and normal
street clothes.
“Bend
over, slave, and spread your legs.” the man ordered. Selina did she was told,
bending over and placing her manacled hands on her knees, pointing her cunt
back at him. The man reached forward and took the clitoris ring off her clit
hood, before disappearing. Glancing back, she saw that the man had retrieved
the dildo and butt plug that had been placed on her from the other room. They
had been cleaned up, and were freshly lubricated. As they were inserted back
into her, she found that they were no longer as uncomfortable as the first time
they had been imposed on her.
As
the man had not given her permission to straighten up, Selina remained bent
over. The man went over to a chest of wooden drawers and withdrew something. It
took a while for Selina to recognize it. It was made out of pliable transparent
plastic, but it was shaped in the classical ‘Y’ shape of a chastity belt. It
was secured by means of a small lock, the tiny flat box of which was bolted to
one end, with steel tongues on the other two ends to complete the other half of
the lock. He came over to where Selina was, and quickly fitted the belt in
place around her waist, and over her crotch.
“Straighten
up. But keep your legs apart.” the man ordered.
The
women now came forward. One of them held something in black lace, with black
ribbons emerging from its four corners. She slipped it between Selina’s legs,
and picked up two of the ribbons while her colleague picked up the other two.
The pairs were mated together separately, one set each over one of her hips, to
leave her wearing a black lace thong over the transparent chastity belt.
The
women retreated back to the wardrobe again, only to return with a corset
stretched open between them. Unlike the rubber one she had just recently one,
this one was made out of black satin and steel boning, and closed by hook and
loops, which the women secured up her back once they’ve enslaved her torso with
the garment. They came around to the front, and lovingly molded her breasts
into the black lacy cups of the corset, leaving her breasts pressed together
and upwards into a deep cleavage.
The
women went over to another corner of the wardrobe, and came back with a pair of
shoes. These were high-heeled sling-backs, whose body was made from black PVC.
The heels, although high for most people, were a mere five inches compared to
the horrid boots she had been forced to run in. Selina lifted back first her
right foot, then her left foot for the women to put the high heels on her,
boosting her height up once again, and putting her torso into that enticing
arch, with her butt tilted back and her chest tilted forward.
“Put
some make-up on her.” the man ordered. The women now escorted Selina over to a
vanity top. They seated her down on a cushioned bench. She sucked in her breath
as the dildo and buttplug inserted into her was pressed up. She involuntarily
clinched her buttocks. The women worked quickly on her, applying a base of pale
foundation, followed by flashy red rogue, and purple eyeshadows. Her eyes were
then lined with thick eye-lining, before thick mascara was applied to her
eyelashes. Finally, her hips were painted a deep burgundy red to set off their
pouty shape. When Selina looked at herself in the mirror again, she must admit
that the women had done a very professional job, and all her best features,
from her thick lips, to her high cheekbones, to her large green eyes, were
beautifully highlighted.
Then,
the women brought her up to her feet again, and Selina was brought back to the
center of the room for the man’s inspection.
“Very
nice.” the man breathed. He walked around Selina, admiring her beautiful body,
clad now in lingerie. She lowered her eyes demurely.
“But
if we are to go out in the open, you will have to be suitably restrained to
prevent any escape attempts.” the man added.
Before
Selina could comprehend what he meant, the two women seized her arms again.
While one of them held her elbows against her sides, the other took a long
black satin ribbon, and wrapped it around her upper arms and torso, crossing
under her breasts. She crossed the ends of the ribbon behind her back and
brought them over her chest again, this time above her breasts, before pulling
the ends behind her again. She knotted the two ends together behind her back,
pinning her arms to her sides. There were still some lengths remaining free at
the ends, which she now slipped under the arms of Selina. She pulled the free
ends out from under her arms, before looping them down over the satin lines
running around her breasts, and back under her arms again, before pulling them
round behind her back. She knotted the ends together a second time, adding the
touch of a neat little bow, as if Selina was being gift-wrapped, which in a
sense she was.
“Put
your legs together.” the man ordered, and Selina obeyed.
The
woman retrieved a second black ribbon, and this time doubled it and tied the
loop end around Selina’s clinched waist as a satin belt. She pulled the running
ends through the loop, and pulled them down, as if she was going to tie a
crotch rope. But instead of inserting them back between her legs, she turned
the lines perpendicularly, and loop the free lines around her upper thighs,
just underneath her buttocks, round to the front again, where she tucked the
running ends through the bent formed when she first turned the lines. She
looped the lines back the way they came, around her legs again, under her
buttocks, back to the front again, where she now tied the running ends to the
vertical lines coming down from the belt portion of the bondage. This left
Selina’s legs now trapped together. She knew she could still walk, but she
would not be able to make any larger movement, such as kicking or running.
“Her
mouth.” the man demanded.
One
of the women now grabbed Selina’s lower jaw and the top of her head, and forced
the former open. The other woman went over to the wardrobe and returned with a
black lacy satin panties. It was a large pair that would have covered the whole
of Selina’s lower hips, but they were not meant for her crotch. The woman
folded it into a square, then inserted the panties into her mouth. The black
satin garment almost disappeared between her lips. The woman then took a black
ribbon. She forced it in between Selina’s jaws and between the fold of the
square of satin in her mouth, before pulling it around her head to tie it
behind the back of her head. When the first woman released Selina’s jaws, her
mouth closed over the panty, and there was almost no hint that she was gagged,
with the exception of the black ribbon emerging from the corners of her mouth.
This was soon solved when the women took a black wig, cut in a bob style, and
placed it over her head. The sides of the wig came down the sides of her cheeks
and neatly covered the corners of her mouth, making it seems as if there was
nothing more untoward than a rather forced smile on her lips.
The
women went back to the wardrobe and retrieved a black pencil skirt of satin. It
was zipped back on the back, which they opened for Selina to step into. When
they brought the skirt up to her hips and zipped it in place, she realized that
the dress forced her legs together, like the hobble skirt she had been forced
to wear on her training.
The
women retrieved another piece of clothing and came back to Selina. It was a
black satin shawl, which was closed in the front by a hidden heavy duty zip.
They opened it up, and draped it over her arms, leaving her shoulders bare, but
when they wrapped it tightly around her and zipped up the hidden zip, Selina
found that the tough satin squeezed her arms in, adding its own restriction to
the binding of black ribbon around her arms.
The
women next took a pair of black satin gloves of unique arrangement from a
drawer. Selina saw to her surprise that they were linked together at the
fingers by a small clutch bag of black patent leather. The arrangement soon
revealed itself when the women unhooked the clutch bag from the gloves, and put
these on Selina. She found that although they appeared to be regular opera
gloves on the outside, the fingers had in fact been stitched together, and she
could not separate her fingers from each other. She could only use her thumbs.
There was also a loop of satin under her wrists. These were actually the
exposed portion of black satin ribbons that went around her wrists in the
glove, twice. When the loops were pulled out, the ribbons constricted around
her wrists, gripping them tightly like bindings, which in fact they are.
The
small clutch bag was actually a critical component of the bondage. Behind the
bag, two snap-hooks had been fitted. They brought it up to Selina, and placed
the hooks through the satin loops of her gloves. These now linked her wrists
together like handcuffs, with the stiff bag preventing her from bringing her
hands together to liberate herself. Her thumbs were now folded over the top of
the bag, and captured by tiny ratcheted cuffs, which prevent her from
relinquishing control of the bag, and thus ruining the illusion.
Selina
was now led before a tall mirror. She must admit, if she had not known, she
would not have guessed that the figure looking out at her was, in fact, in
bondage, with her arms bound to her torso, her wrists secured together, and her
thighs very effectively hobbled. Of her gag, there was no sign at all, except
her fixed smile, which looked a little grotesque, but not noticeably so.
“Very
good.” the man said. He grabbed Selina by the left arm, and now led her out of
the room via a different door she had been brought in by. They went down a posh
looking corridor, which reminded Selina of a posh hotel. She would never have
guessed that behind her was a place where sex slaves were being kept in bondage
and torment.
The
man turned a corner and Selina found herself looking at a crowded lobby of a
hotel. The man’s grip tightened, in case she made any attempt to escape, but
she was too well bound to try anything of that sort. Her eyes darted from side
to side to see if anyone noticed that she was actually bound, but apart from
admiring glances from men and women in the lobby, she was marched uneventfully
through the lobby and out the door, where a long black stretched limousine was
already waiting. The doorman held the door open as she was marched up to the
car.
“Get
in, sweety,” the man said ironically, as he bent her firmly over. Selina
contemplated for a brief moment making a move to try to draw attention to her
predicament, but the dildo and buttplug inside of her suddenly roared to life.
Her legs suddenly turned wobbly again, and she half fell into the back of the
limousine.
“Careful
now.” The man said, giving her raised butt a tight slap, turning to smile at
the astonished doorman, and gave him a fat tip before climbing into the
limousine. The doorman thanked the man, took one last lustful look at the shapely
woman now on her hands and knees in the roomy back compartment of the
limousine, and closed the door firmly.
Now
safely shielded by the dark-tinted windows of the car, the man hooked a finger
through the ribbon gagging Selina, and turned her to face him.
“You
were naughty just now. I think you should be punished.” the man said. He
reached up and unzipped the back of Selina’s skirt and slipped it back and
down, uncovering her rump. He raised his right hand, and brought it down in a
powerful slap.
“MMMMPH!”
Selina cried into her panty gag. She bucked from the blow, surprised at how
painful it was.
The
man delivered another slap, eliciting another cry from Selina. He delivered a
third slap, and this time, she bucked her head back, throwing back the black
strands of her wig, exposing the ribbon of her gag. The man continued slapping
her buttocks until they were both glowing red.
“Will
you be obedient now?” the man demanded. Selina nodded her head vigorously.
“Good.”
the man said, “Now turn around to face the front.”
Selina
did as she was told, shuffling around to face the front as her hands rested on
the clutch bag she was cuffed to. She felt the man untie the right set of
ribbons of her thong, and the tiny garment slip down her left leg. Then, the
back of her chastity belt was undone, and the crotch strap pulled back from her
crotch. Soon, the dildo was slid out of her and placed on the seat next to the
man. The man then undid his pants, and before long, he was fucking her in her
cunt.
The
limousine took another half an hour to arrive at a posh restaurant, by which
time the man had gave Selina a good fucking, and had restored her chastity
belt, thong and skirt back into place. He forced her to kneel on the floor of
the limousine until they were at the restaurant, when he pulled her back onto
the seat, for appearance’s sake. When they reached the restaurant, he got out
first, and reached in to take her right hand, ostensibly a gentlemanly gesture
to help her get out, but actually imposing a painful and firm grip to pull her
out. She meekly climbed out of the car, as gracefully as she could. The doorman
hardly glanced down at her as she got out, and straightened up.
Outside
the door of the restaurant, a row of potential patrons were in-line, waiting to
get in. The man, of course, did not have to wait, but was ushered straight into
the crowded restaurant. Selina’s entrance drew much attention from the other
patrons, but they too seemed not to notice that she was actually bound under
her clothes. She and the man was efficiently ushered to a small room, where
they could dine privately.
Selina
was rather impressed by the room. It was on a small balcony jutting out into a
bay, filled with luxurious yachts. On the opposite shore of the bay, she saw
the lights of a strange city, including commercial skyscrapers rising high
above the bay, shining brightly in the gathering darkness of the evening.
“Sit.”
the man ordered, pointing to a chair set next to a candle-lit table opposite
another empty chair. Selina marched over to the chair, and lowered her butt
onto the cushion. She winced as her buttocks were still raw from the punishment
she had received, not to mention the way the dildo and butt-plug were pushed
deep into her. The man now took the other seat and picked up a bell, and rung
it.
Immediately,
the door opened and waiters came in with covered dishes, which they set before
the man and Selina.
“I
hope you will forgive me darling, but I ordered beforehand. I’m sure you will
find the dishes to your liking.” the man said ironically. The waiters raised
the covers to uncover delicious smelling tomato soup.
The
waiters turned and left, closing the door behind them. The man now stood up and
went around to where Selina was seated. He picked up the bowl of soup and
placed it on the floor, next to her.
“We
may be at a fancy restaurant, but slaves still eat from the floor.” the man
said, “Get on your hands and knees.”
Selina
hesitated for a moment, then she recalled her punishment, and she slid down out
of the chair onto her hands and legs. Her skirt and shawl, as well as the
ribbons binding her, restricted her movements into sinuous twists and turns
until she was just before the soup. The man now pulled out the ribbon from
between her jaws and pulled out the panty from inside her mouth.
Selina
was about to dip her head in when the man stopped her.
“Aren’t
you forgetting something, slave?” the man asked, unzipping his pants, and
pulling out his member. He grabbed Selina’s lower jaw and pulled her face to his
crotch as he stood astride the bowl of soup. She knew what was expected of her,
and she slipped her lips around his hot swollen penis. She worked her mouth
expertly on his manhood, working her head back and forth as she wrapped her
tongue against the blunt tip. She worked until the man moaned and was about to
ejaculate. He pushed her head off his manhood, and shot his sperm out from his
manhood into the soup below him. He sighed, then zipped himself up, and stood
back.
“Now
drink your soup, slave, and clean up every drop.”
Selina
said nothing, but bent down, and began to drink the soup with her tongue. It
had cooled somewhat, allowing her to lap it up like a cat from a feeding bowl.
The taste of the spices and tomato was so strong that she did not detect any
hint of the sperm mixed into the soup. Soon, she managed to finish the soup.
“Good.
Now back onto your seat.” the man ordered, picking up the dish and placing it
on the table. He wiped her mouth with the napkin, then placed the satin panties
back in the orifice, before placing the ribbon across her jaws again, arranging
the hair of the wig once more to hide the fact that she was gagged.
The
man rang the bell again, and the waiters now returned. If they thought it was
funny Selina did not use her soup spoon, they did not say anything as they
cleared the dishes. The main course was next, and the man had ordered beef
steak for Selina, cooked rare. They looked almost like raw meat to the
clandestinely bound woman, but, of course, she could not protest. The man had
ordered fish for himself.
Once
the waiters were gone, the man had once more placed the dish on the floor.
Selina was once more ordered onto the floor, and the panty gag removed from her
mouth. Then, the skirt was stripped from her waist and her thong panties
removed. The crotch strap of her chastity belt was unlocked and pulled out, and
her dildo taken out.
“You
may eat now.” the man said as he unzipped his pants once more.
The
man has the stamina of a bull, Selina thought as she raised her naked butt and
planted her face down on the stake. She bit into it, and swung the meat in her
mouth in an effort to bite a bit off. It tasted bloody in her mouth, but the
sauce was actually exquisite. Then, as she chewed on the meat, she felt the man
enter her cunt. She moaned and lifted her head up, sauce dripping from the
sides of her mouth.
“Eat!”
the man ordered as he began to pump her. Selina obeyed, and bit down on her
steak again. As he continued to fuck her, she took bite after bite until the steak
was all gone. Then, he ejaculated a third time that night. He moaned and sat
back in his chair, exhausted but happy.
“My,
my, you’re a very good fuck, slut.” the man said, looking down at the kneeling
woman before him, “Give me a moment to recover. Go and stand against the
railing of the balcony, and bend over to display your pussy.”
Selina
did as she was told, climbing up to her feet in difficulty with the black
ribbon still binding her upper thighs together. She walked over to the railing,
and bent over it. Below her, the black waters of the bay rippled as she looked
over. Glancing to either side, she saw that there was no one that would be able
to look into the balcony to see the sexual humiliation she was being subject
to.
Then
a thought struck Selina. Would she dare? The drop seemed almost fatal, and yet,
the thought of being subject for the rest of her life to sexual slavery
appalled her. She would rather die than be subject to such an existence. If she
die, she would rather die from trying to escape, then when she was no longer of
use to her slavers.
Selina
leaned over, swung her legs over the railings, and allowed herself to drop over
the railing, feet first. Behind her, she heard the scrape of the legs of a
chair on the floor as the man got up. He was too late as she disappeared over
the railing and she plunged towards the water below. The water came up with
amazing speed, and her feet pierced through the surface, to be followed by the
rest of her body. Her wig was torn off as water enveloped her head. She
continued plunging into the wet darkness, until her momentum stopped, and she
began to float upwards. She kicked her legs as best as she could. Although they
were still hobbled, she managed to get some momentum going, and she drove
herself out of the surface.
Bound
as she was, Selina could not swim normally, but she leaned her body forward, as
if she was snorkeling, and used the limited freedom of her legs to propel her
forward, towards the yachts, and away from the shoreline behind her, over which
the restaurant had hung. She tried to swim as fast as she could.
Then,
Selina heard the sound of a motor behind her. Twisting her head around, she saw
that it was a boat, speeding towards her. Some kind soul had probably seen her
drop into the water, and was coming to rescue her. As the boat came up to her,
a light shone onto her wet head bobbing in the water. Then the boat was next to
her, and to her shock, a noose was dropped over her head, and then tightened.
The noose was connected to a pole, and she was fished into the boat by strong
arms. As she landed like a fish on the inside of the boat, more strong arms
grabbed her. A pair of hands tore off her wig and took out the ribbon and the
panty gag in her mouth, but these were immediately replaced by a proper
ball-gag which propped her mouth wide open. Her wrists were released from the
clutch bag, but immediately pulled behind her back and bound together with
rope. Her ankles were placed against each other next, and bound with rope as
well. Then the boat was turned around, and sped away from the lights. With a
sinking heart, she realized that she had been very swiftly recaptured and her
attempt at escape had been all too brief.
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The
boat had brought Selina back to shore at a secluded spot far away from the bay.
The man was already waiting as she was carried onto the wooden pier by the
strong arms of her captors. As she stood dripping wet on the wood, the man
growled down at her.
“It
was fortunate that I have put in place contingencies against such an attempt. I
see that I have made a mistake. I should not have reduced your bondage. You’re
not as submissive as you seem. I will not make that mistake again.
Selina
had been carried by her arms by two sailors to the limousine that was waiting,
but instead of the passenger seat, she had been dumped into the boot of the
limousine. Another piece of rope was now used to tie her ankles to her wrists.
The length was mercilessly short, tucking her bound hands almost directly under
her feet, forcing her torso into a painful arch. Then the boot of the car was
slammed shut, and the limousine was driven off. Suddenly, as she struggled with
her bonds, the dildo and the butt-plug still inserted into her sprung to life,
sending powerful vibrations up her lower regions, causing her to scream into
her gag.
When
the limousine finally stopped, Selina had orgased twice, adding her own juice
to the moisture of the water of the bay. She was pulled out of the boot, still
hog-tied, and placed upright on her knees, supported by two pairs of strong
arms. She saw that she had not been brought back to the warehouse. Instead, she
was in garage behind a dilapidated one-storied building surrounded by a forest.
Selina
was dragged into the building through an open door. She saw discarded and dusty
machinery all over the floor of a large room, and guessed that it was some sort
of abandoned factory. The man continued forward, leading her captors and their
reluctant cargo deeper into the building, until they came to a spot where there
were no machineries. Instead, there were about a dozen round iron covers on the
floor. Above them, an ancient crane hung from an railing mounted along an iron
beam, with a chain dangling down with a stout snap-hook at one end.
The
man made a hand signal, and the strong hands holding Selina released her,
dropping her back onto the floor. She glanced up with hatred at the man as he
walked over to her ruthlessly hogtied form.
“We
have our own way of dealing with recalcitrant, of course,” the man said, “As
with the best prisons, we have a system of solitary confinement. But, of
course, we have our own unique twist to it.”
As
the man spoke, two of his men stepped forward and bent down over an iron cover.
They unlocked a huge padlock closing it, and swung it open by its hinges to
reveal a dark cavity beneath it. The strong smell of rubber entered her nose.
There was a whine above them as a motor was started, and then the crane began
to swing over to a spot above the cavity. The hook began to lower towards the
cavity until it passed the brim. The men reached in and moved the hook, sliding
it until there was soft click. Then one of them pointed his thumb up, at which
point, the chain suspending the hook began to retract up.
Selina’s
eyes widened as she saw a black bundle being extracted out from the hole in the
ground. It was humanoid in form. Indeed, it was feminine in form, as two bulges
on its front indicated the sex of the form. Otherwise, there was no
distinguishing features on the black rubbery surface of what can only be
described as a body bag, albeit one that adhered very tightly to the form of
its occupant. The bag had beefy steel D-rings bolted to its shoulders, on
either side of the shrouded head of its occupant, and a short chain linked these
two rings. The hook had been fitted through the center link of this chain to
extract the body until its bottom was clear of the hold.
The
crane’s arm was now turned, and the body bag swung around to where the man and
Selina were. She looked up and saw the bound form pressing against the latex
covering it. She was obviously a very shapely woman, with large breasts and
buttocks, but slender waist and limbs. Her arms had been pulled cruelly
together behind her back, forcing her body into a forward arch which pressed
forward her chest, and pushed back her butt.
The
man reached up now over the head of the bound form, and grasped a heavy zipper.
As the zipper came down the front of the bag around its occupants head, it
parted. The man pulled it down until the zipper was at the throat, then pulled
back the body-bag to reveal a head underneath.
Selina
saw that the captive had long blonde hair, but it was difficult to tell much
beyond that. Her eyes had been covered by a set of large plastic goggles with
rubber padding. It had large plastic cups where the lenses should be, with
wires emerging from the front of the cups. It reminded Selina more of night
vision goggles. And like NVGs, the goggles were kept in place around her head
with a thick leather strap over the top of her head, and another strap around
the sides and back of her head. Her ears were covered with ear-muffs, from
which more wires emerged. Her nostrils had thin air hoses inserted into them,
held in place by rubber plugs, while the tubes twisted around her neck to the
back of her head. Finally, her mouth was entirely concealed by a thick rubber
panel, held in place by rubber straps that were secured round her head to
behind her neck. A rubber hose emerged from the front of the panel and
disappeared down into the body-bag. Looking down, Selina saw that the hose
would emerge beneath the bag, together with the wires. The hose and wires led
back to the hole and disappeared into it.
The
man reached up and pulled up the goggles from the blonde’s eyes. Selina looked
up into a pair of beautiful cobalt blue eyes, but there was something wrong
with them. They looked completely lifeless, as if their owner was dead already,
and yet, she clearly was not. No, what they lacked was the independent spark of
free-will. Selina shuddered involuntarily.
The
man pulled the goggles back over the blonde’s eyes, and zipped up the bag
again. The bag was now swung back over the opening and lowered into the hole.
As it disappeared into the hole, the other men reached in and unhooked the bag,
and closed the lid over the poor woman.
Selina
looked up at the man, fear in her eyes now. The man smiled with contempt and
made a signal. She was grabbed by her arms once more and pulled onto her knees.
The rope lashing her wrists to her ankles were cut, and she was allowed to
stand on her feet.
“Cut
those fancy clothes off her. She doesn’t deserve them.” the man ordered. One of
his men stepped forward and opened a folding knife. He cut through the black
satin ribbons binding her arms and legs first, before setting to work,
attacking the corset and the thong. Soon, their shredded remnants fell to the
floor, leaving Selina in only her transparent chastity belt and her slingback
high heels. These were soon stripped from her as well, with her dildo and
butt-plug being pulled out unceremoniously after she was bent over. Then,
totally naked accept for her ball-gag and rope binding her wrists and ankles,
she was dragged over to an iron pillar rising high upwards near to where the
hatches were. Here, she saw that an old iron framed bed had been turned up to
rest on its head. The springs had been removed, leaving only the frame. She was
dragged up to the bed. Steel manacles had already been fitted to the corners of
the bed. Her right ankle was immediately secured to one corner of the
bed-frame, before the rope was cut, and her left ankle pulled across to the
corner opposite the first. Then the rope binding her wrists were cut, and her
struggling arms wrestled up to the two upper corners, each of her wrists being
secured to one of the corner such that her naked body was now spread-eagled
defenselessly. Nonetheless, she continued to struggle, tugging at the manacles
binding her.
Selina’s
slaver now came up to her, looking up at her bound form, her juggling breasts
as she writhed and struggled, and her pert buttocks behind her.
“It’ll
really be a pity to put you in that hole for years. I really would like to fuck
you a lot more, but you’re too much of a firecracker at the moment. At the end
of your confinement, you will become a lot more compliable. Believe me.”
Selina
opened her eyes wide in horror at the man’s speech. Years! They were going to
put her in a dark hole for years! The thought struck her with dread.
“Of
course, there’s no guarantee that your mind will survive,” the man said,
“You’ll be deprived of any sound, sight, smell, or taste. Your skin will be
totally covered, and you will be surrounded by water. Total sensory
deprivation.”
Selina
screamed her defiance into her ball-gag, but all she managed was to propel some
of her drool his way.
“Oh
yes, it would have been a lot more enjoyable to break you the usual way,” the
man said, smiling, “But at least I will have all the hours of videos I have of
you taken over the past few weeks.”
One
of the other men pushed a cart into view. Selina’s slaver turned at the sound,
and smiled. A pile of latex garment had been placed on it, and he picked up the
topmost piece. Selina looked down to see a helmet of black molded rubber. It
resembled the latex cowl that she wore when she was captured the first time,
but this one had larger eyeholes, and had an opening for the lower part of her
face, from her nose down to her chin.
“I
had wanted you to put this on when we got back. You see, you could have become
Catwoman again … all right, maybe not Catwoman, but perhaps Catwhore. You would
have been my little kitty cat slave pet. I had thought that stripping you of
your identity as Catwoman, reducing you to the whore Selina again, and then
allowing you to take back part by part of your identity as Catwoman, under my
permission and control, of course, will make you the perfect sex slave slash
thief, to be used as I see fit, to steal my competitors’ secret. But, alas, I
see that that is no longer possible. Selina and Catwoman are indistinguishable.
To break Selina, it is Catwoman that must be utterly controlled, totally bound,
and completely brainwashed.”
The
man took the cowl and stepped up to where Selina was bound. Her head was seized
by two sets of powerful hands, preventing her from moving her head away as the
man slipped the thick rubber cowl over her head through the opening at its
bottom, and pulled it down her head. It was a difficult fit, but the man was
relentless as he pulled the stiff rubber over her head. As it slipped down her
head, her chin emerged from the top of the lower opening on its front and the
eyeholes came to rest around her eyes. The neck of the helmet snapped into
place around her throat, holding the cowl in place. The visage of Catwoman once
more stared down with hatred at the man, struggling with her manacles.
“It
is Catwoman who must be reduced to the status of being a sex slave, a total
nympho that is dependent on me to fulfill her addiction. This will be a control
more powerful, and less debilitating than, a heroin habit.” The man explained
as he picked up the second garment.
Catwoman
looked down and saw that he was holding a rubber corset, rather liked the one
that had been placed on her before, but closed in the rear by a heavy metal
zipper, rather than the fasteners. It also had actual boning, which actually
looked severe in the way the bones bowed inwards. His men took either end of
the corset, and now placed them around her waist. She found that unlike the
previous rubber corset, the front of this one rose up all the way to cover her
breasts. As it was wrapped around her flank, they crushed her heavy breasts
together to form a deep cleavage. She felt the ends mated up behind her, and
then she felt the open ends of zip being mated up, and the zipper being pulled
up her back. The bones of the corset dug into her waist, clinching it in.
The
man turned and picked up a third piece of garment. It was like the chastity
belt that had been placed on Catwoman earlier in the evening, but made of heavy
duty black rubber. It also had three holes fitted to it, stacked one above the
other along the crotch strap. The first hole was actually quite tiny, and she
could not fathom its use. The next two, however, were obviously meant to be
fitted with a dildo and an anal-plug. The chastity belt was now placed around
her waist, and the crotch strap pulled up over her vulva, with the three ends
being locked in place behind her back, imprisoning her loins.
Next,
the man did something curious. He picked up a hooked needle, with a thick white
thread placed through its hole. He stepped up to Catwoman, and pierced the hem
of the corset with the needle. Then, to her surprised, he began to sew the hem
of the corset and the top of the chastity belt together. He worked around her
until the belt was attached to the corset by a series of crude white stitches
around her waist.
The
man now stepped back to the cart, and picked up two long pieces of rubber. Two
of his men took one of the pieces and wrapped it around Catwoman’s stretched
right leg. They then pressed the long sides of the pieces together over the
outside of her thighs. The man took his needle and thread again, and set to
work. Soon, the latex piece was sewn together over her leg, cladding it like a legging,
with white stitches down the outside. This was repeated with her left leg with
the other piece. Then the man sewed the top of the leggings to the hem of the
chastity belt, down the front from her hips down to her crotch, then up between
the cheeks of her buttocks, back to her hips again, joining the leggings to her
chastity belt.
It
occurred to Catwoman then that a thick rubber costume was being sewn to her
body as she was bound spread-eagled to the bed frame. The next item was a long
piece that was stretched across her chest. Three panels rose from the long
piece up. The center panel had a semi-circular scoop in front, while the two
end panels had shallower quarter scoops. The hem of this piece was sewn to the
top of her corset. Then the center panel was pulled up to the neck of her cowl,
and sewn into place. The back of the piece of rubber were now mated up behind
her and sewn together, before the top was sewn to the back of the neck of her
helmet.
Only
Catwoman’s arms were now uncovered. This situation was soon remedied by
additional rubber strips being applied around her arms, and sewn in place to
form sleeves. Then the man sewed the ends of the sleeves to the top of the rest
of the costume around her arm sockets, completing a catsuit around her bound
body.
The
man now gave another command. Catwoman’s right knee was now raised and forced
against the side of the bed frame, and a rope used to bind it in place. Then,
the manacle around her right ankle was released. Her right lower leg was now pulled
back. Another man now took a boot off the top of the cart and went around her
back. Glancing down, she saw that it was a black PVC boot, but it lacked any
toes. Instead, it pointed straight down. She realized that it was a ballet
boot, which would force her foot into a permanent ballet en pointe posture. She
could not resist as the boot was placed around her foot, forcing her to point
her toes back as it was being laced up her shin until the top of the boot
closed around her knees. When the man behind her released her foot, she found
that she could not manipulate it at all, as the top of the boots were fitted
with shanks around her ankles, making any movement impossible. The men set to
work on her right leg now, and soon, her left foot was similarly booted and
forced into a torturous point. As her knees were released and her ankles once
again secured, her calve muscles immediately complained at the load imposed on
them, but there was nothing she could do.
The
men now set to work on Catwoman’s hands. First her right hand was released and
her arm pulled back to render any attempt as resistance futile. The men took a
fingerless rubber glove, and placed it around her right arm. Her hand was
pressed into the bulb at the end of the glove, her fingers being forced into a
useless clenched fist by the internal contour of the bulb as the glove was
pulled up her arm. Then, the long opening along the glove was sewn shut, and
for added security, the top of the glove was also sewn directly to the sleeve
of the costume. Her right wrist was then manacled again. When this was done,
her left arm was similarly gloved.
Catwoman
now looked like some sort of rag door someone had crudely sewn together, with
white stitches criss-crossing her shapely body. The glossy black rubber
stretched over her every curve, hugging them closely and adding luster to their
rounded shape. She made an enticing figure, spread-eagled as she was.
Catwoman’s
slaver now reached up with a knife. He cut off the leather strap still holding
her rubber ball-gag in her mouth, and pulled the instrument of silence out from
under the rubber of her cowl.
“Fuck
you!” Catwoman cursed vehemently.
“Curse
all you like, Catwoman,” the man said airily, “Soon you will not be able to
speak for years.”
One
of his men had pushed away the first cart, and he returned with another cart.
The man picked up one of the items and showed it to Catwoman. It consisted of a
thick rubber panel of the sort that she had seen placed on the other woman. Its
inside had a thick rubber penis secured to it. It had a realistic slit on its
front, just like a real penis. On the other side of the panel, a long rubber
hose emerged and dropped down to the floor. The man took the ends of the rubber
straps secured to the sides of the panel, and stepped up to Catwoman with it.
One of his men grabbed her jaws and pried it open, allowing the man to slip the
rubber penis between her resisting jaws. Then, he pulled the straps behind the
back of her neck, and with a click, he locked the ends together behind her.
This left the hose dangling down the front of the captive’s body to the floor.
The
man now picked up two instruments that were intimately familiar to Catwoman.
The dildo was unremarkable, except for its girth and length. After it was
lubricated, it was soon installed in Catwoman’s cunt. As it was slid and
screwed into place, she threw her head back at the sensation, and moaned. Then,
the man picked up the anal plug.
She
saw that there was something different. The tip of the cone had been removed.
Instead, there was a small recess at the tip, forming a cavity like an egg-cup.
In the center of this cavity, there was a large hole. At the bottom of the
flanged base of this plug, a long black rubber tube came out and dangled on the
floor. The plug had been lubricated too, and it entered her slack sphincter
with little difficulty, in spite of its truncated tip. It slid into place, and
like the dildo, its base was screwed into the corresponding thread on the
inside of the rear hole on the crotch piece of her chastity belt, eliciting
gagged moans from Catwoman.
The
man now took up a piece of equipment Catwoman had never seen before. It looked
almost like a hypodermic needle, except that it did not have a sharp end, and
was thicker. It too had a screwed base, but had a thin rubber tube running out
from its bottom. The man walked up to her, and bent down.
To
Catwoman’s horror, she realized that she had one more lower orifice left that
had not been plugged. It was her urethra. The sensation as it was pushed up her
narrow tube was almost excruciating, and she could only shake her head in
protest, flinging the rubber tube attached to her mouth from side to side.
“Stop
that!” the man ordered, slapping her head across her right cheek, knocking
Catwoman’s head to one side. Then he stepped back, and picked up a rubber nose
clip of the same sort that had been placed on the other unfortunate woman. The
two thin hoses had already been connected to the plugs on the clip, and the man
now shoved these into Catwoman’s nostrils, plugging them. She was now forced to
breathe through the long tubes dangling down from her nose. The tension of the
clip itself was like a clothes peg, pressing in her nose to keep the plugs in
place.
When
this was done, Catwoman was finally released from the bedframe. She fell onto
her hands and knees. Although she was now unsecured, there was no way she could
fight back. Her hands were encased uselessly in rubber bulbs, while her feet
were stringently forced into points, preventing her from rising to her feet.
Rubber hoses emerged from every orifices in her body, with the exception of her
ears, dangling about her as she crawled futilely, trying to get away from her
captors, and the cruel fate awaiting her. She was easily caught, and forced into
a kneeling position. Her arms were now pulled back behind her. She felt a long
piece of rope being pulled over her neck, and pulled down under her arms, only
to be twisted back up around her upper-arms. The men whipped the ends of the
rope over and over again over her arms, working their way down from her arm
pits down to her elbows, forcing them cruelly together, before working their
way down, stopping only when her wrists had been bound together. She could now
no longer separate her arms, and her torso had been forced into the cruel arch
she had seen in the other woman, her chest pushed forward, and her butt tilted
back.
Catwoman
was now pushed onto her side. Another rope was applied to her, this time
doubled. The looped end was belted around her corseted waist, and the lines
pulled down to her crotch. But these lines were not pulled back to form a
crotch rope, but instead, separated before being pulled around her hips down
and back to behind her buttocks. The lines were then whipped together, again and
again, down her long thighs, until her knees were forced together. The men
continued to work their way down until her lower legs, like her long thighs,
had disappeared under a dense matrix of rope. The men stopped only when her
ankles had been tied together.
Catwoman
could now only wriggle helplessly at the feet of the men. She had been very
thoroughly bound indeed. Her hands and feet had already been rendered useless
to her in the bulbs and ballet boots. Now her arms and her legs had been lashed
tightly together.
As
if this was not enough, the men now picked up an arm sheath and slipped it over
her bound arms. The conical rubber garment slipped up her entire arm until the
top reached her armpits. Then the shoulder straps attached to its top was
thrown over her shoulders, and crossed over her chest, and pulled down under
her arms, back to the arm sheath, where they were secured by locks to the
sides. The laces on the back of the sheath were then tightened to constrict the
sheath around her rope bound arms. A rubber hobble skirt was next, belted
around her waist and pulled down her rope-bound legs. The skirt was pulled
around her legs, and then laced up, adding its own imposition to her bound
legs. Her latex covered butt was left uncovered by the skirt, and the hoses
plugged into her nether regions emerged here to spread out on the floor next to
the writhing Catwoman.
The
men now took one last piece of rubber item, and came up to Catwoman. With a
chill, she saw that it was the body-bag, of the same design that had been used
to contain the other woman. It looked like a shroud to her as its front was
unzipped. One of the men now scooped her up, and placed her helplessly in its
confines. The tubes emerging from her head were now pulled down her back, and placed
together, before being pulled down to her butt. Here, they joined the tubes
emerging from her crotch. These were then coiled around her legs, and pulled
out through a rubber seal at the bottom of the bag. Then the bag was zipped up.
As the zip was pulled up her bound and hobbled leg, it added its own grip to
her lower limbs, as the tough rubber constricted around them. The body bag
continued to grip more and more of her body as the zip moved up, and soon her
arms were pressed tightly against her back as the zip came up to her neck.
Only
Catwoman’s head remained uncovered. She writhed helplessly in her layers of
bondage, completely helpless and dreading her fate. A short length of chain was
now attached to the D-rings on the shoulders of the body-bag. Then the crane
was swung into place above her, and the hook lowered. When she was hooked up,
the chain retracted, and she was raised bodily up into an upright position,
swinging lightly from her suspension. One of the men now reached into an open
hole near her, and pulled out a series of hoses. He then proceeded to mate up
the hoses plugged into Catwoman with the corresponding hose, using the markings
on the hoses to make sure he connected the right ones up.
“Take
a good look at the world, Catwoman. You will not see it for the next few
years.” The man said.
Catwoman’s
eyes opened wide in terror. She shook her head in protest.
“MMMMMMPHHHH!
MMMMMPPHHHH!” Catwoman screamed, but there was no sign of sympathy from any of
her captors. One of them now placed the goggles over her eyes, plunging her
into darkness. As she struggled, she felt the earmuffs placed on her head, and
then, the body-bag was zip shut over her head, encasing it with rubber.
The
silence and darkness was awful. Catwoman felt something inside of her snap, and
she started to scream and scream in terror. But this was not to be the end of
her ordeal. She felt herself being swung aside now, and then slowly, she was
lowered. Her sideway swinging was arrested now as she bumped into the walls of
the hole she had been lowered into. After a brief pause, she began to feel
pressure increasing on her feet, then her lower legs, up towards her torso. She
realized the hole is now being flooded with water. When the water reached up
over her head, she felt herself floating. Then, the hook was removed from the
top of her head, and she slipped deeper into the hole. Finally, with a damning
clang, the cover was closed over her watery prison.
At
this point, Catwoman screamed and screamed and screamed.
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Catwoman
did not know how long she was kept in the total sensory deprivation. It felt
like an eternity. She was in her own dark, silent hell. Then, light began to
flicker before her eyes. She realized that the goggles strapped to her eyes
contained small screens. The light flickered, and then became coherent
pictures.
At
first, Catwoman could not comprehend what she was seeing. Then she realized
that she was looking at a square of latex covered body. The image zoomed back
now, and she realized with a start that it was her! She was in her original
black latex catsuit, and she was back in the study of the man, bound
helplessly. Then, as she walked she saw the crotch of her catsuit being cut
open, and her panties cut off. Then, the man raped her. Over her ears, tiny
speakers in her ears played back the sounds of her rape, with every gagged moan
that had been recorded played back to her in high definition audio. In
addition, almost inaudibly, a voice whispered, “You are being fucked by your
Master, whom you must obey. You are being fucked by your Master, whom you must
obey.”
At
this point, the dildo and butt-plug inserted into her came alive, vibrating in
pulses. Catwoman felt herself being shaken to the core by the power of the
pulses. She writhed in her body-bag, moaning into her gag. She felt her body
building powerfully towards an orgasm, then suddenly, she moan and shook as she
cummed. Then, the scream went blank again, plunging her once more into
darkness.
Catwoman
endured the sensory deprivation for another eternity, before she realized that
something was trickling into her mouth. A fluid was coming out through the slit
in the penis gag in her mouth. Eagerly, she began to suck on the penis, as if
she was giving the rubber member a blow job. The harder she worked, the more
juice would come out, which she swallowed eagerly. She fed and fed, engorging
herself on the fluid which tasted very closely like semen. She felt until her
stomach was extended, pushing against the confines of the corset and the
body-bag. Then, her goggles and earmuffs came to life again, this time playing
a scene from inside her own apartment, when she had been captured the second
time. She was forced to watch herself forced to put on her purple costume and
then being put into bondage. Once again, the dildo and butt-plug came to life,
rocking her nether regions, and forcing her into an orgasm. Then, there was
silence and darkness once more.
This
was repeated several times. Catwoman would be fed. Then she would be forced to
watch an episode from her captivity and sexual slavery, while being compelled
into an orgasm. Otherwise, she had only total sensory deprivation to accompany
her imprisonment.
Catwoman
soon realized that her stomach was becoming bloated and her bladder was full.
She suddenly understood why her urethra had been plugged. When she released her
bladder, she felt her warm urine drain out of her through the urethral plug,
and out through the tube attached to it. When she needed to shit, the butt-plug
performed a similar function. Her shit would emerge into her rectum, to be
immediately dropped into the cavity at the tip of the plug. There was the sound
of vacuum sucking next, and she guessed that the shit was sucked out from
inside of her.
It
was all very efficient. Catwoman was being fed, and the refuse removed from
inside her body, all while she was tightly bound up in her rubber prison. This
understanding only added to her despair at the totality of incarceration she
had been placed in, where even such basic bodily functions were taken away from
her. She was to all intents and purpose, nothing more than an object, part of a
machine.
As
her imprisonment stretched, such coherent thoughts became more and more rare in
Catwoman’s mind. Her grip on reality began to slip as her starving mind,
deprived of all other senses, and permitted only the images of her own
debasement and ravishment, came to be wrapped around those visuals and sounds.
Her orgasms began to dominate her life, such as it was, these being the only
intense emotions and sensations permitted to her in her private rubber hell.
Catwoman
watched her ordeals, from being marked like a lifestock, to her ordeals in the
cage, to her treadmill training, to her gang-rapes by the guards, were all
shown to her, to be accompanied invariably by enforced orgasms. With her mind
now completely enthralled by these images, she soon craved for them, to see her
own sufferings, to see herself being used as a sex slave. To her mind, they
were becoming the core of her existence.
With
time, Catwoman did not even need the powerful ministrations of the dildo and
buttplug. Once the images flickered on, she began to get horny. When the dildo
and plug came on, she achieved orgasm quickly. Her mind now looked forward
constantly to the next time. She was like an addict, craving her next hit. Yet
with each hit, she craved even more desperately for the next one.
All
thoughts of the world outside Catwoman’s prison receded from her mind. She had
an awareness of her identity as Catwoman still, but now it was being twisted
and perverted inside her own mind. Her costume now became a fetishistic symbol
of her enslavement. She was no longer the infamous thief. She was a sex slave,
and her Catwoman identity was at the core of that slavery. Catwoman was nothing
more than a sex toy for her Master. It was only right that she was to be abused
and used as he saw fit.
Catwoman
no longer cared about how long she had spent in the prison. She was almost
unconscious of the fact that she was being hoisted up when her Master finally
returned. When her body bag was opened and her goggle ripped off, she almost
cried in despair, so integrated had her psyche been to the rubbery prison. Then
her eyes fell on the man standing before her, and her eyes lit up with
licentious pleasure. It was her Master.
Catwoman
had become no more than a sex slave.
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