breaking batgirl 2

“Comfortable?” the man asked.

“MMMMMMMMMPH!” Catwoman cursed in response.

The man now retrieved his camera and placed it into the cabin. Then he climbed into the truck now. Catwoman heard and felt the engine start under her. Then, the man engaged the gear, and stepped on the gas, and began to drive up the dirt track.

Much to Catwoman’s horror, as the truck bumped up and down the track, the phallus bumped inside of her. The shank it was mounted on would rotate on its other end, fitted to the steel bracket on the fender. The top end of the shank could swing back and forth, which in turn translated into the phallus sliding up and down her vagina. Her eyes widened and she saw the man smiled evilly behind the wheel through the windscreen. She also noticed for the first time that a small camera had been set up in the rear of the cabin to film out over the hood. It was capturing every moment of her abuse. It had probably been filming her since she was first mounted on the hood. Finally, to add to the insult, as the truck picked up speed, the cold fingers of airflow over the front of the truck brushed against her exposed crotch and buttocks, adding to her discomfort.

The drive seemed to stretch into hours, although Catwoman could not be sure how long it actually was. The sun passed its noon-time high, casting its feeble autumn rays on the bound hood ornament that was Catwoman.

The man was really enjoying himself. He felt himself becoming horny again as he looked out over the spread Catwoman. With her front pinned against the hood, her breasts were squashed down and together, forming a pleasing cleavage in front of him. Her squirming and moaning only added to his pleasure.

Catwoman cummed again and again during the drive as the phallus in her cunt continued to tirelessly pump her. This made her crotch wet and increased the cold of the air flowing over the exposed flesh. The cloth around the rubber ball in her mouth was becoming wetter and wetter as her drool mixed with the stain in the fabric to form a foul tasting cocktail. It was not before long that the ordeal began to push her towards exhaustion.

The journey only came to a stop in the late afternoon as the pickup truck emerged out of the forest into a clearing. Then the truck bumped onto a long concrete tarmac, and Catwoman vaguely noted that they seemed to have arrived at a disused airfield. This conclusion was given credence when the man drove up to a large building constructed from zinc awning sheets. The man drove up to its large sliding double doors and stopped.

The man got out and came around to the front. Catwoman could only looked up at him with her eyes half-closed, too tired to even move as he went around to the front and dismounted the steel shank, pulling the steel sting from inside her cunt, its tip slick with her cum.

The man left Catwoman for a moment as he dumped the steel shank. Then he came around to her and released, first, her left leg, then her right leg, allowing her to place her feet on the ground. Her thighs felt raw and tired after having been spread for so long, and she was actually grateful that she could bring them together now.

The man now reached forward and unhooked Catwoman’s collar from the hood. For a moment, she laid on the hood, gathering up her strength. Then the man took the leash, still attached to her collar, and pulled on it, yanking her to one side and off the hood. Her bent body fell onto the concrete tarmac, and she moaned.

“On your feet, slave!” the man roared. The last word penetrated through the cloud of exhaustion in Catwoman’s head. Something stirred inside of her. It was the first time she had heard the word after all the abuse she had endured. ‘Slave’. She was not a slave! She’ll never be a slave!

The man pulled on her leash again, trying to force her to stand up. Catwoman did so, first raising one knee, then another until she was in a squatting position, before boosting herself upright.

Then, before the man could react, Catwoman drove a knee straight into his crotch. Surprised, the man let go of the leash, bending over to hold his crotch. His eyes bulged open in shock. Catwoman then drove her other knee into his jaw, knocking him back onto his back. She tried to stomp on one of his ankles but the fetish boots she had been forced to wear made it difficult for her to hit her target, and he was beginning to come around. Instead, she kicked him in the side of his head, knocking him down again.

Catwoman turned and ran. The ridiculously high heels she was wearing restricted her movement such that she could only totter on the concrete. Her naked buttocks swayed behind her as she staggered forward towards the tree, desperately trying to get as much distance between herself and her captor as possible. Her breasts bounded against the elastic lycra in front of her chest as her heels pounded a staccato rhythm on the tarmac.

Catwoman did not get very far before she heard the sound of running footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw the man running towards her. She grunted into her gag and turned, trying to pick up her pace, but there was no way she could out run him in her ridiculous high heels. She turned around and planted her feet apart, ready to fight him.

The man came to a stop just out of range of Catwoman’s kick. He smiled as he looked at the woman in her combat stance. It looked a bit ridiculous to him, seeing how her mouth was still firmly gagged and her hands were bound behind her. With her feet tilted forward at a ridiculous angle, she looked unbalanced. Her bare crotch, the start of which was visible from the front between her legs did not help.

“I shouldn’t have underestimated you, slave.” The man said mockingly. He took a step forward and easily side-stepped the woman’s kick, now that he was not surprised. Given that she was already partly off balanced with her footwear, she stumbled forward. The man kicked on in her naked ass, and she fell heavily forward. In a flash, he was on top of her easily subduing the desperately kicking Catwoman, and once again used his belt to hobble her knees together.

“On your feet, slut!” the man ordered, picking the end of the leash again and yanking mercilessly on it, pulling up the collar, choking the captive. She tried to pull back, but the man had her at a disadvantage, and she was slowly but surely forced to stand back up onto her feet. The man took the end of the leash and passed it between her legs from the front, then pulled the leash out from the back, below her buttocks. Then he pulled on the leash, tightening it over her naked crotch, such that it pressed against her clitoris hood and parted her vagina lips.

“Move!” the man commanded, pulling mercilessly on the leash. This forced Catwoman to bend forward as the leash chafed against her crotch and pulled down on the collar around her throat. She was forced to stumble backwards as the man led her around towards the hangar. She not only had to walk backwards, bent over to relieve the pressure on her throat and vulva, but the belt binding her ankles ensure that she could only made short shuffling steps.

“MMMMMMMMMPH!” Catwoman moaned as she stumbled backwards behind the man, her breasts swaying under the light lycra before her, her naked buttocks swinging wildly from side to side as she tried to balance herself tottering backwards. It was both uncomfortable and humiliating.

The man led Catwoman through a door at the side of the hangar and into the large interior. Glancing around, she found that the hangar did not hold a plane, but had been converted into a warehouse. There were large metal racks, upon which boxes and crates had been stacked, most of which looked as if they had not been touched for years.

The man continued to lead Catwoman backwards until he came to the centre of an empty space. Here, a large hook had been suspended via a thick chain from a motorized hoist. The hoist itself was fitted high over-head, along a set of steel tracks that criss-crossed the ceiling. It was one of the few things that looked new and well maintained in the hangar.

The man pulled Catwoman up to the hook and pulled up the loop at the end of the leash and hooked it over the hook. This forced Catwoman to lift her heels as much as possible as the leather bit into her vulva. Once the loop was fitted over the hook, some of the pressure was taken off, allowing her to plant the high heels of her boots back on the concrete floor, but the length of the leash was such that she had to bend slightly over to relieve the pressure exerted on her crotch.

The man moved away from Catwoman’s field of view for a moment, and returned with several coils of hemp rope, dropping them on the floor. He took one coil and unfurled it. Then he doubled the rope. He went around Catwoman before coiling the rope around her upper arms and torso, just above her breast, feeding the twin running ends through the loop of the rope, which he had placed over her back, between her shoulder blades. He pulled the lines tight around her, trapping her upper arms against her sides.

The man turned the running ends of the lines backed on the direction from which they had come, and coiled the lines around Catwoman’s chest and torso again, this time running the lines under her breasts. As the running ends come around her left upper arm, he fed them through the crotch formed when he first doubled the lines back, and pulled the lines taut. As he did so, the bottom lines crossing her chest under her breast constricted and was lifted up, pushing against the elastic lycra cladding her breasts to slip under the curve of her mounds.

The man took the remaining free lines, and tucked the running ends under Catwoman’s right arm-pit, pulling the lines out in front and over the upper lines crossing her body. He pulled the lines down and tucked them under the lower lines running under her breasts, back under her right arm. He then pulled the lines out around her back. As the vertical lines tightened, they pulled the two horizontal sets of lines together, constricting them around her breasts, particularly her right one.

“Mmmmm…” Catwoman moaned softly as she felt the bite of the rough rope on her right breast through the thin lycra of her costume.

The man pulled the lines across her back and repeated the process, this time on the lines crossing over her left arm. Once again, as he pulled the running ends out over her back and tighten the vertical lines, they constricted further, this time putting the squeeze on her left breast as well. The lower lines were driven deeper up the bottom of her breast such that the mounds spilled over and covered parts of the lines. Once this was done, the man tied the running ends to the nexus of lines over her back to secure the lines in place around her body.

The man now took a second coil of rope and doubled it as well. He fed the loop under the horizontal lines running above and below Catwoman’s breasts, threading it through the cleavage between the latter. When the loop emerged over the upper lines, he fed the running ends through them, and pulled them down, forming a cow hitch that brought the two sets of horizontal lines together. Of course, this constricted the lines around her breasts even more, until they were like two purple balls suspended high on her chest, her hard nipples poking out in their centres. He then parted the running ends, and threw one line over each of her shoulders.

“MMMMMMMPH!” Catwoman moaned as the lines squeezed the roots of her breasts, causing her much discomfort.

The man ignored Catwoman and walked around behind her. He unlocked her handcuffs and allowed her lower arms to fall to her sides, perfectly confident that there was nothing she could do with her upper arms pinned to her sides. He grabbed her right wrist and folded it diagonally up her back, towards her left shoulder. He took the line coming over that shoulder and then lashed it around his captive’s right wrist, binding it against her left shoulder blade. He then took her left wrist, and folded it up towards her right shoulder, and bound it in place using the other line.

“MMMMMMMMMMMPH!” Catwoman moaned again as even more tension was placed on her breasts.

“Shut up, slave!” The man admonished. He slapped Catwoman’s right breast to emphasized his point. His captive threw back her head at the blow, and screamed into her gag, “MMMMMMMMMMMPH!”

The man reached up and took the loop of the leash out of the hook. Then he turned Catwoman around such that her chest was facing the hook. He grabbed the control of the hoist, dangling about a foot beyond the hook, and pressed a button, lowering the hook slightly. Then, he pulled up on the nexus of lines in Catwoman’s cleavage, once again forcing her up on her toes, before slipping the lines over the hook, leaving her suspended from those lines, with even the six-inch heels of her boots barely touching the floor.

‘MMMMMMMMMPH!” Catwoman protested again, but as usual, she was ignored. The man unhooked the leash from the front of her collar now, and pulled the leash down from under the lines criss-crossing her torso, before pulling it out from under her crotch. The steel hook slapped her crotch on the way out, causing her to twitch. She temporarily lost her balance and was suspended by her breasts for a moment. She could only throw her head back again and scream into her gag.

The man knelt down and unbuckled the belt hobbling Catwoman. In her current position, she could make no move to kick him, no matter how much she wanted to. She could only watch as he took a third rope and doubled it. He hitched the loop end around Catwoman’s right thigh, just above the knee. Then he pulled the running ends up and fed them under the horizontal lines running over her upper body, at the point where they begin to go up and under her right breast just after emerging from under her right armpit. He took the running ends and pulled it down. As he reeled the lines in, Catwoman’s right leg was hoisted up by her knee. The man kept pulling on the lines until her knee was almost pointing straight up. Then he tied it off. When he let go, the weight of her leg added even more to the tension on her breasts.

“MMMMMMMMMMPH!” Catwoman moaned.

The man stood back to admire his handiwork for the moment. With her right leg raised high up, Catwoman’s crotch was exposed, while her body was twisted to the right, leaving her long left leg as the sole support for the rest of her body. Her bare rump was tilted up to the right in this position, the rounded buttocks gleaming enticingly from the captive’s own perspiration.

The man now came around to her front and took out his folding knife again. Catwoman watched helplessly as he pinched the fabric of the costume just under her right breast and punctured it. He then cut the fabric around the fleshy mound, exposing it bit by bit. As he cut up and over her breast, tracing the lines binding it, the fabric peeled away to reveal the pale flesh underneath, until the pink nipple was revealed. He stopped only when he had cut a circular hole in the front of her costume, leaving her right breast completely naked. The man went around to her left, and did the same with her left breast.

The man went away for a while, leaving Catwoman to twist in her new bondage position. Her breasts felt as if they were on fire as the lines gripped their roots tightly, squeezing them into tight balls. Her exposed breasts, crotch and buttocks, on the other hand, were open to the cool air, adding only to her discomfort. Then she heard a terrifying sound – the crack of a whip.

Catwoman twisted around and saw the man coming up to her, wielding a bullwhip. She recognized it. It was her own whip!

“Remember this?” the man asked, “I thought there’s some justice in punishing you with your own bullwhip.” 

The man stepped back and threw back his arm, holding the handle of Catwoman’s whip. She clinged as he threw it forward and the whip snaked towards her. Its braided length bit her across her exposed buttocks, causing her to buck forward.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMPH!” Catwoman screamed into her gag.

The man reeled in the whip again, and then struck again, this time striking across her exposed breasts in front of her chest. They bounced as the leather hit them and Catwoman screamed once again as the pain shot through her.

“Are you enjoying this as much as I am?” the man asked. Catwoman could only shake her head in silent protest, only for the man to swing the whip upwards now, striking her crotch. She screamed once more as the brutal pain tore through her vulva.

The man landed blow after blow on the helpless captive, causing Catwoman to scream again and again into her gag. Soon, her buttocks, crotch and breasts were covered with red welts. Beads of sweat covered her body, soaking through the purple fabric of her costume until dark patches spotted throughout her body. She had never experienced so much torment before. There was no way she could defend herself in her bound position, and with her breasts, buttocks and crotch completely open to assault. The man finally stopped after dozens of blows, by which time, Catwoman was barely conscious.

“Let that be a lesson to you, bitch.” The man said. He now took a fourth piece of rope, doubled it and hitched the looped end Catwoman’s left knee. He fed the running ends under the lines in front of her left armpit, then began to pull up her left knee. Once her left foot was completely off the ground, all the weight of her body were now concentrated on the lines binding her breasts, adding even more to her torment. She moaned repeatedly into her gag but the man ignored her as he raised her left knee until it was level to her right knee, before tying it off. In this position, her torso was tilted back at an angle, forming a convex arch with her unprotected crotch pointing forward.

The man reached up for the controls of the hoist again, and lowered his captive until her crotch was level with his. Then he undid the front of his pants. His penis was erect already. He grabbed her upraised thighs and pulled her crotch towards his groin. His penis penetrated her cunt easily, and he began to pump his suspended captive, raping her for a third time.

Catwoman could only continue moaning into her gag. She felt him pump him with an increasingly aggressive rhythm, shaking her body and juggling her pinched breasts in front of her as he pumped. As she was raped, she pulled and strained at her bonds, but she could not get free in her strenuously bound position. She only succeeded in pulling the lines taut against her grossly abused breasts, mistreating them even further. Finally, the man ejaculated into Catwoman. Perspiration covered the trussed captive’s body, soaking her ripped purple lycra costume into a darker shade.

The man walked away from the suspended Catwoman for a moment, but if she thought that he would leave her alone for a while, she was very much mistaken. The man returned with another coil of rope. This time, after he had doubled it like the other ropes, he hitched the loop end around her trim waist, before pulling the free lines down towards her wet crotch. He came to her clitoris hood, and made a tight overhand knot where the line would rest on the hood. Then he pulled the lines cruelly in between her vagina lips, causing Catwoman to writhe with discomfort as the harsh touch of the knot dug through her clitoris hood and pressed into her love knob.  The man then made another knot, this time at the spot where the lines crossed her anus. Then, he pulled the remaining lines up, and fed the running ends under the rope belt around her waist, and pulled them over the top. When he pulled the lines down to tighten the lines running over her crotch. Catwoman squirmed again as she felt the second knot dig into the puckered lips of her anus. Further up, the rough hemp dug into her moist vagina mouth, disappearing between the folds of the lips. The length before and after the entrance of the rope were already being stained by the bodily fluid on the crotch. Satisfied, the man tied the lines tightly in place.

The man left Catwoman alone, but she knew that he would not be gone for long. There was the sound of rusty wheels squealing behind her, and she turned to see the man pushing a large upright hand-cart before him, whistling softly to himself. The hand-cart had a high straight back constructed out of a steel frame with a steel plate as its base. It had two large wheels on the rear of the base, and a small crate had already been placed on it, strapped in place with nylon cargo straps. He wheeled the hand-cart to the spot under the gently swaying Catwoman. Then he reached up and pressed the controls, lowering his captive onto the crate. When her rump touched the rough top of the crate, he adjusted it until her tail bone was at the front edge of the crate. Then he laid the rest of her body along the top of the crate, arching it such that the upper part of her torso swept upwards, with her shoulder blades resting against the back of the hand-cart itself.

The back of the hand-cart had snap-hooks attached to its sides. The man now clipped the hooks onto the lines running vertically under her armpits, holding her upper torso in place. He then came around to the front and stretched up Catwoman’s left leg. He placed her left ankle against the side of the hand-cart, just above her head, and used a plastic zip-tie to strap it in place to the steel frame. He did the same with her right ankle, leaving the woman with her legs spread wide in front of her. Her knees pressed against the sides of her breasts, pushing them together to form a deep cleavage. Her crotch and buttocks were now the most forward part of her body, with her vulva covered by the very rope binding it and visibly digging deep into her clitoris hood and anus.  

The man stepped back for a moment to admire his own handiwork. Catwoman could only pull weakly at her bonds, completely unable to escape from them or from her obscene position. Red welts cut across her naked butt and her breasts in mute testimony to her punishment.

“We can’t keep your cunt unoccupied now, can we?” The man said after a while. He stepped out of view for a moment, and Catwoman heard the sound of a bag being unzipped behind her.

“Mmmmmm…” Catwoman could only moan. Her eyes watched as the man came back into view again, holding a black rubber dildo of roughly the same girth as the monster he had used on her with the chastity belt, except that this one was shorter, being only about five inches in length. However, this one was ‘hairy’ with fine rubber spikes running up its shank. A short wire ran out of its knobbed base with a small plastic box attached to its other end. Her eyes widened as he slipped a finger under the lines binding her crotch, and pulled the wet rope out of her vagina lip. This put a strain on her hips as the lines were pulled down. The man ignored her squirming as he passed the blunt tip of the dildo between the lines, then pressed it against her vagina mouth.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHH!” Catwoman screamed into her cloth gag as she felt the dildo entered her cunt. Although it was still lubricated from her own juice and from the man’s semen, the rubber hair of the dildo rubbed against her inside wall, sending shocks of stimulation up her arched torso, as the rubber monster was inserted remorseless into her. She could only twist and turn her head at the horrible intrusion. The man came to a stop only once the knobbed base slipped through between the lines, which then came together again around the thin wire trailing out of the dildo’s base. As the man released the lines, they pushed up the base of the dildo, inserting it the last inch into Catwoman. The base of the dildo and lines pushing it disappeared when the folds of her vagina lips closed around them again. Now, only the wire and its box emerging out of her vagina lips gave evidence to the presence of the monster.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.” Catwoman moaned in response. The man now walked around to the rear of the hand-cut and tilted it back. Then he pushed Catwoman towards a corner of the hangar, where a pile of crates had been stacked. There, he turned the hand-cart around and rested it on its base, with Catwoman bound to it with her legs spread wide open. Then the man scooped up the black box dangling from her crotch, and twisted the knob on its face. Instantly, the rubber dildo inside of her squirmed to life. Catwoman threw back her head once more and screamed into her gag.

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Catwoman was left alone for the rest of the night, with only the dildo to keep her company. It would squirm intensely until she was being pushed towards an orgasm, then suddenly died off, leaving her exhausted and frustrated. Then, just as she was falling off to an exhausted sleep, it would spring to life again, shaking her to the core. It was an inhuman rhythm that prevented Catwoman from getting any rest, leaving her sleep deprived and exhausted. At last, after a terrible night of torment, she managed to drop off into a tired sleep.

Catwoman was woken up by the sound of a truck engine. She opened her exhausted eyes, and saw that it was day already. She squirmed a little, pulling at her bonds, but knew that she would not be able to escape. She looked towards the source of the sound instead, and saw a large truck being backed into the hangar. She also saw that, whereas the hangar had been deserted the night before, there were several men, dressed in workmen overalls, there now, standing around as the truck came into the hangar. The man who had captured and abused her stood to one side, talking to one of the workmen.

“OK, STOP!” shouted a voice. The truck engine was turned off, and the driver got out, walking to the rear to open the rear doors. As the doors swung open, more workmen climbed out from inside the truck.

“You’re late.” the man said, looking into the cargo compartment of the truck.

“Sorry Boss. We had to divert a bit. The scout car spotted a police roadblock just outside the city, and we had to divert along the alternative route.”

“Any trouble?” The man said, with an unfamiliar edge of concern in his voice.

“None.” The driver said, “Once we took the alternate route, there was no further problems.”

“Good.” The man said, his voice back to normal, “The plane will be due this evening. We have a lot of work ahead of us. Get the slaves out.”

The workmen now mated up a plank to the rear of the truck to form a ramp. Then, they climbed up into the compartment. One of them emerged from inside, pulling on a leather leash. Catwoman saw a woman at the end of the leash, being pulled out by a leather collar around her throat. She was blonde and tall, with the lean body of a model. She was dressed in a small black dress that clad only her midriff. The top had been pulled down to reveal a pair of naked breasts, large and bouncy, with erect pink nipples. The black bra that had previously clad them was now used to cleave gag the sobbing woman, twisted and forced between her mouth, with the rolled-up cups pushing against her cheeks, and the ends tied together behind the back of her neck. The hem had been pulled up to reveal her crotch, clad only by a pair of tiny lacy black panties, the crotch of which had been pulled aside to reveal her blonde pubic hair. Her wrists were in front of her, bound together to the front of her own panties with white zip-tie. Her thighs were bound together with two zip-ties interlocked together. She tottered down the ramp on a pair of silver rhinestone encrusted high-heeled sling-backs.

A second leash had been attached to the front of her collar. This leash led down to her crotch and under it before emerging out between her buttocks. The other end of the leash was attached to a second woman, this time an Asian. She was petite compared to the woman who had preceded her, and dressed more demurely in a white blouse and black A-line skirt. The blouse had been torn open and her small breasts with dark nipples were open to view. Unlike the first woman, her nude colored bra had not been used to gag her, but was instead used to bind her wrists before her. However, like the zip-tie binding the wrists of the first woman, it had been threaded through the leg holes of the prudish nude colored briefs she wore such that her wrists were bound to her crotch. This, of course, meant that the front of her skirt had to be cut open to give her captors access to her panties. The slit revealed a pair of slender thighs clad in pantyhose, bound together with zip-ties. She had been gagged with a strip of cloth cut from her skirt, bound behind her long silken black hair, with her lips pulled far back into an unnatural grin. She too was subjected to the indignity of a leash running down from her collar, over her crotch, and back up from under her buttocks towards a third captive.

The third captive was a black woman. She was very tall, with broad shoulders and wide hips. She was almost Amazonian, with strong looking arms and thighs. Her hair was cut short, with a flat-top, in a style more like a man’s. She was obviously an athlete, particularly given what she was clad in. Or rather, the remnants of what she was clad in. She was wearing a white sleeveless tennis dress with short hem, the front of which had been cut open from the neck to the bottom. Under the dress, she wore a white cotton set of sports bra and panties. The cups of the bra had been sliced open to expose her firm breasts with their dark nipples, while the crotch of her panties had been cut such that the panties gathered around her waist without reaching down to cover her groin. Of the three captives, she was the most tightly bound, with her elbows pulled behind her and zip-tied together. Her wrists were bound in the same way, as were her thighs. Unlike the other two women, who had improvised gags, hers was a large red ball-gag, strapped around her head and buckled behind the back of her neck. She was struggling against the workmen holding her even as she was led out of the truck, still wearing white tennis shoes.

“Good batch this time.” The man said, scrutinizing the three women as they were led out of the truck, “OK, process them.”

The three women were led towards the corner where Catwoman had been left. Their eyes came to rest on the hapless captive bound in her lewd posture, and for a moment, Catwoman felt the hot flash of shame flood her cheeks. She tore weakly at her bonds, but this only add to her humiliation as all she succeeded in doing was to shake her booty and juggle her bound breasts.

“So, I see that you’re awake already.” The man said, looking at his captives. The workmen around him also looked at Catwoman, their lust, ill-disguised. She could only look away in shame.

“Oh, don’t turn away. I want you to see this.” The man said, coming up to her, taking a leather strap from an inner pocket in his jacket. He forced Catwoman’s head back to the centre, facing forward, and used the strap to bind her head in place against the frame of the hand-cart. He then reached down and turned on the dildo again, albeit at a low setting, just enough to start stimulating her loins, causing the captive to squirm.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take turns to pump you later. Meanwhile, we need to get these three squared away.” The man said, “All three had been ‘acquired’ at the order of my clients. This one here, the blonde one, is a super-model that had turned down the wrong man, and found herself abducted from a nightclub. This one is a District DA that had prosecuted the wrong mobster. Now, she’ll be on her way to his own private harem. And this one … oh, she’s special. You may have seen her at tennis tournaments around the world. The up-and-coming tennis star. Well, she’s not to my taste, a bit too of an Amazon, but someone had taken a fancy to her, given how she’s always shaking her upraised butt while waiting to receive a serve.”

The workmen now detached the women from one another, removing the leashes linking them together. They were then placed in a row facing Catwoman. The workmen set to work now, using knives to cut the remaining clothes from the frightened women while Catwoman could only watch helplessly from between her opened legs.

The workmen first released the women from their current bonds. The blonde’s and the black woman’s zip-ties, as well as the Asian woman’s bra, were cut. Their arms, however, were held tightly to prevent them from escaping.

The black woman put up a furious fight, however, once her arms were free. However, with her thighs still bound together with zip-ties and with several workmen around her, they had no trouble wrestling her down to a kneeling position. The man then stepped forward and delivered a few sharp slaps which stunned the woman, allowing the workman to proceed to the second stage of the process.

The workmen now produced rolls of elastic self-adhersive rubber bondage tape. The women’s arms were pulled behind their backs, so severely that their elbows almost touch. With one workmen holding each of the women with their elbows together, another would begin to roll the tape tightly around their upper arms, beginning from near the armpits down to the elbow. The tapes prevented the women from pulling their arms forward even when they were released. The workmen now held their wrists together instead as their colleagues continued to wrap their arms. When their wrists were secured together, their palms were now placed against one another, and their hands wrapped together as well, trapping their thumbs to the sides of their hands.    

One of the workmen came up to the women, and handed a leather mono-glove, a conical leather sheath that would bind their arms together behind their backs, with leather shoulder straps to keep the gloves up around their arms. With their arms already bound behind their backs, the women could do nothing as the leather sheaths were slipped up their arms, and strapped in place over their shoulders. The men then tied the laces that ran up the entire length of the gloves, tightening them until they pressed tightly against the women’s arms, making their bondage even more secure.

The next items to be distributed were chastity belts. Unlike the inhumane metallic one that had been used on Catwoman, these were made from more pliable leather. They were essentially large ‘Y’s, with the two upper extensions going over the prisoners’ hips. The ends were buckled tightly in place to clinch in the waist. Unlike the steel chastity belt that had been used on her, these did not have dildos affixed. Instead, Catwoman saw that they had plastic bulbs placed on them. She realized that they were vibrator eggs. These women would not be spared the sexual torment that she had been subjected to, but apparently, they would not be inserted with dildos as yet. The workmen gathered up the ends of the strap, and pulled them up against the groins of the captives, and looped their ends over the leather belts around their waists. The ends were then secured in place through buckles bolted to the straps over the small of the backs of the prisoners.

Once their groins were bound, the workmen began work on their thighs. Their knees were placed together, with the black woman continuing to remain on her knees, struggling futilely against the combined strength of the men holding her. Using elastic bondage tape, the men bound the women’s thighs together. Then, leather hobble skirts were distributed. These were belted around their waist, just above their chastity belt. Beefy leather garters extended from this belt down to around the captives’ thighs, attached to a leather apron. The sides of the opening of the apron down the back of their thighs had sets of straps sewn to them. These were now buckled together tightly in place, trapping the women’s thighs together. This arrangement covered the whole of their thighs, but kept their buttocks and crotch uncovered.

Next, leather corsets were distributed and put around the women’s waists. These had large zips running up the front, which made it convenient for the captors to apply them around the torso of the women. At the same time, they had lacings run up both sides, which the captors could then pull tight, clinching in their waists. As the severe bones of the corsets dug into their flesh, the women squealed, but the men continued tightening mercilessly, stealing inches off their captives’ waistlines and imposing a harsh hourglass figure on them. The corsets only had half-cups for their breasts. This, together with the strictures of the corset forced the women’s breasts enticingly forward and up. They juggled as the women writhed in agony as the men completed tying up the laces on their sides.

The black woman was pulled up to her feet now. All the bondage imposed on the women had dramatically altered their silhouettes. The mono-gloves had forced their arms out of sight and caused them to trust out their chests and arch their backs, while their thighs had been forced together, foisting an hour-glass shape to all their bodies, a shape that was further reinforced by the strict corsets they now all wore.

The women were now thrown down on their backs. Their remaining footwear was removed and cast asides. In their place, the workmen now shod their feet with the ultra-high spike heel boots, similar to the ones that had been imposed on Catwoman, except that these reached only to the knees of the women, near the hem of their hobble skirts. Once the footwear had been laced tightly in place on their feet, they were lifted up to a standing position. All three of them clearly found the severe arch of the soles difficult, as they swayed and tottered, unable to use their hobbled knees and bound arms to help them balance.

Finally, to complete their bonds, the workmen took rubber ball-gags, and placed them in the mouths of the blonde and the Asian woman, replacing the former’s bra, and the latter’s fabric cleave-gag. Then, the man who had captured Catwoman lifted up a remote control, and melodramatically mashed down on the button on top. Buzzing sounds could be heard, coming from the crotches of the women. They all looked started, and began to squeal and squirm, but were held tightly in place by the men.

“How do you like the show, slave?” the man asked Catwoman. She did not reply. She was having troubles of her own. She was becoming horny again from the vibration of the dildo inside her vagina tract. She was already juicing again, and she moaned as she wriggled her buttocks. The man laughed and reached down, pulling the dildo inside of her out, parting the lines of her crotch rope to allow the rubber monster to slip out, still wriggling. He pulled the lines aside to clear the path into her vagina, then turned to the workmen.

“Well done boys.” The man said, “Now, for a little reward for your labour, you can have this pussy, if you want.”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” Catwoman moaned into her gag, pleading, but the workmen were already laughing at her predicament, coming forward to line up before her. She could only close her eyes, waiting for the first rape to come.

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Catwoman lost count of how many times she was raped. Given that there were at least a dozen men in the hangar, she guessed that she had been violated at least that number of times, although some of the men had seconds. Her pussy was aching from all the pounding that she had received. To add to her torment, she was hungry and thirsty, having not been fed or given a drink since the time she was captured. To further her humiliation, her fellow captives were forced to watch as she was defiled again and again. A rope was tied between two pillars, threaded through the D-rings of the women’s collars, forcing them to stand near to where Catwoman was bound to the hand-cart, her legs spread wide-open.

The man finally put a stop to the orgy after several hours. He ordered that Catwoman be cut from the hand-cart, and her legs released from where they were bound next to her chest. However, she was not to have free use of her legs. The free lines of her crotch rope, dangling from behind her back, were separated, and the end of each of the lines used to bind her ankles, after her legs were folded up such that her ankles touch the sides of her buttocks. The shortness of the lines was such that her legs were spread open before her as she kneeled on the floor.

Catwoman’s wrists were now released from their bound positions over her shoulder blades. The free lines running over her shoulders were now pulled down in front of her. The lines were hitched together with a knot about a foot from her breasts. Their ends were then parted from one another. Her wrists were now pulled up before her, each bound with one end, leaving about a foot between her tied wrists. The men used a tight knot to tie the lines around her wrists, which could not be untied by the captive, given that her hands were trapped within the fingerless gloves. The man stepped forward and attached a leash to her collar once more.

“On your hands and knees!” the man ordered, jerking hard on the leash, forcing Catwoman to drop forward onto her hands. As he continued pulling, she reluctantly raised her butt up. With her ankles bound to the sides of her buttocks, she had to lift her folded legs up as well until the points of her knees were resting on the floor. With her upper arms still bound against the sides of her upper torso, she had to arch her back down in order for her hands to be able to reach the floor in this position.

“You really do look like a cat, bound like this.” The man said, smirking, “But there’s just one more thing you need.”

Catwoman twisted her head around to see the man uncoiling the bull-whip – her bullwhip! - that had been used on her the night before. She shook her head when she realized what he intended, but he pulled back on the leash to prevent her from moving as he knelt down behind her. He then pressed the butt of the bullwhip between the lines of her crotch rope, before sweeping them together into position between her vagina lips. Then he inserted the blunt end of the bullwhip into her pussy.

Catwoman jerked back her head as she felt the tip entered her. Although it was not as wide as the dildos that had been used on her by the man, the handle was covered with braided leather. The folds of the leather rubbed against her inside, causing her much discomfort in spite of the fact that her tunnel had remained lubricated from all the rapes she had endured. The man forced the whip in about five inches, before stopping. This still left about five inches of the handle outside of her cunt, at the end of which the remaining length of the whip curved down to the floor to trail behind her upraised crotch. The effect was that she looked as if she had a leather tail emerging out of her crotch.

“Crawl!” the man ordered, pulling on the leash. Catwoman was forced to shuffle her hands and knees forward, one after the other as the man led her away from the hand-cart she had been bound to. As she crawled, the way her arms and were bound to her body caused the lines to keep pulling at her breasts, kneading them. At the same time, the knot over her clitoris hood kept being pressed into her knob as her bound ankles pulled at the lines binding them, even as the whip inserted into her cunt kept swinging from side to side, rubbing the inside of her vagina. All combined to stimulate her body again, and she became horny once more, in spite of herself. As the man led her past the other bound women, she stole a glance up to see the women look down at her in fear. And pity.

The man led Catwoman up to a plastic feeding bowl. It was filled with milk. The man reached around behind her neck, and undid the knot tying the improvised ball-gag constructed from her costume’s crotch piece of a rubber ball, and pulled it out of her mouth.

“Do you want a drink, slave?” the man asked.

“Ye…yes.” Catwoman responded, then tried to reach down for the milk. A slap landed on her right cheek, knocking her to her side.

“Get up!” the man ordered, tugging on her leash. Catwoman slowly crawled back up on her hands and knees again, the sting on her cheek only slowly fading away.

“Yes, what?” the man demanded. Catwoman knew what was required of her. She did not want to say it, but the milk before her was just out of reach.

“Yes … yes, Master.” Catwoman said, hanging her head in shame at being forced to say the word.

“Good.” The man said, “You are learning. But you cannot drink yet. You must earn your food here.”

The man held up something in his hand. At first, Catwoman could not tell what it was. It was a triangular rubber panel, that looked rather like one of those old-fashioned oxygen mask used by aircrew. The difference was that it seemed to be constructed of two-halves, with a slot down the middle, making it seemed rather like rubber lips turned on one side. With a start, she saw that it resembled a woman’s vulva. When the man turned the mask around, she saw that a short stiff rubber tube, about two inches in diameter had been fitted into its centre.

A leather strap emerged from the top, while a strap was attached to each of its two sides. The top strap had a loop at its tip, which could be adjusted by clinching in or letting out the buckle securing the tip of the strap back on itself. The side straps could be buckled together in the conventional manner of a collar.

The man grabbed Catwoman’s forehead and pulled back on it, forcing her to part her jaws, after which he jammed the tube into her mouth. When he released her head and allowed her to lower it, she found that the stiffness of the rubber tube in her mouth prevented her from closing her jaws at all. The man now pulled the top strap over the top of her head, between the ears of her cowl, before pulling the straps to the sides of the mask around her head to the back of her neck. He mated the ends together, after inserting the left strap through the loop of the top-strap, which now rested against the back of her neck. Once the straps were buckled in place, the mask was fitted snugly over her nose and mouth.

The man now came in front of Catwoman. He opened the front of his pants and lowered it.

“You know what to do, Catslave.” The man sneered. Catwoman understood all too well. She also understood that she had no choice, not if she wanted to drink the milk. Reluctantly, she leaned her head forward. She found that she could extend her tongue out through the opening in the tube, even if she could not close her jaws. Using it, she licked the man’s penis, tasting the bitter tanginess coating his tip. It helped that he was already having an erection. Soon, it was stiff enough for him to insert it into her mouth as her tongue retreated back through the tube. The warm tip came through the rubber tube, into her mouth. She then begin to work her tongue against its tip, manipulating it as the man began to pump her face, confident that she would not bite him, with the stiffness of the tube keeping her from slamming her jaws shut on him. It took a while, with the man pumping her hard, but soon, he ejaculated, shooting his sperm into the back of her throat, causing his slave to cough for a moment. As she recovered, the man withdrew himself from inside her mouth. He then reached behind her neck and unbuckled the top strap, allowing the rubber mask to slip out of her mouth and fall to her chest, still secured around her neck.

“You may drink the milk now.” The man said, zipping his pants up.

Catwoman reached down eagerly and began to lap up the milk with her tongue. She drank hungrily, splashing milk against her chin. Her buttocks undulated behind her as she worked her tongue, curling up the liquid, until the bowl was entirely empty. When she was done, the man reached down, and pulled up the rubber mask over her face again, restoring the rubber tube between her jaws. He strapped it tightly in place behind her head once more.

“Boss, the plane is arriving.” One of the workmen told the man when he was done.

“Good, just in time.” The man said, tugging on Catwoman’s leash again. She was forced to crawl behind him, the leather tail in her cunt waving provocatively behind her as he led her out of the hangar onto the tarmac. Sure enough, there was the sound of engines droning, and she turned to see a growing dot coming towards the airfield in the fading evening light. As the dot grew larger and larger, she could distinguish its shape. It was twin-engined, with each of the engine turning a propeller on either side. It looked like one of those old cargo planes she seen in war movies. The plane swooped down gracefully to bounce along the runway until it settled onto its wheels. It began to slow until it came to a stop towards the other end of the runway. Then it turned towards the hangar and swung around until its nose was pointed the direction from which it came.

“Get the women out.” The man ordered as rear cargo ramp of the plane was lowered. Soon, the women were being led out, their collars once again being linked together with leashes running down from the necks, over the crotches and up their buttocks. They were led struggling towards the plane.

“Move it, Catslave!” the man ordered, tugging on the leash of Catwoman. She was forced to crawl behind him towards the plane. It took a while for her to crawl the distance from the hangar to the plane. By the time she got there, she saw that the women had already been secured to one side of the fuselage. They were in standing position and their bound arms were pressed against panels on the steel behind them. These panels had leather straps attached, which were secured over and under the women’s breasts, pinning their torso against the panel. Their crotches in turn were resting on triangular steel brackets poking out between their thighs. These brackets were wielded to the bottom of the panels to form ‘seats’ for the women. Catwoman winced when she saw that the tip of the triangles were pointing up, meaning that the women were ‘sitting’ on the top edge of the brackets. They looked understandably distressed. Their feet were resting on the floor, but their ankles and thighs were strapped to the fuselage behind them, securing them in place.

The man led Catwoman to the centre of the cargo hold, which was mostly empty. Here, a nylon cargo strap dangled from the ceiling of the fuselage. It was fitted with a D-ring at its tip. A large chrome steel hook with a blunt rounded tip dangled from the ring. About a metre in front of this first strap, another nylon strap had been secured to a ring on the floor of the fuselage. The other end of the strap had a brass snap-hook attached to it.

Catwoman was led to a point just in front of the cargo strap. The man reached down under her swaying breasts and took hold of the second nylon strap. He fitted the snap-hook to the nexus of lines between her breasts. Now he stood up and went around behind her. He fished something out of his pocket and there was the sound of a cap being popped open. Catwoman twisted her head around to see that it was a clear plastic bottle. He was squeezing some vicous clear liquid onto the tip of the hook. Closing the bottle, he placed the bottle back into his jacket pocket. He took the hook and pulled it around Catwoman’s upraised rump.

Catwoman was startled when she felt the cold tip of the hook being placed against her anus. She gathered that the item was a butt-hook. She had used something similar during her days as a dominatrix, but it was a new sensation for her to have the steel digit being inserted into her. She shuddered as she felt the steel part the puckered mouth of her anus and force its way in until she felt the coldness of the shank against her skin.

“This should hold you in place.” The man said. He stood up and disappeared into the cockpit, leaving the female captives in the cargo hold in their bondage. Catwoman, in particular, was left standing on her hands and knees, her butt kept raised in the air by the butt-hook, with the whip emerging from her cunt like a tail.

Shortly after that, Catwoman heard the engines being raved up, and the plane lurged forward. As this happened, she fell back on the hook inside her butt. She moaned as she felt the shank forced its way deeper into her rectum. At the same time, the hook between her breasts brought the lines binding them up short, causing them to constrict around her breasts, adding to her discomforts.

As the plane accelerated down the runway, the pressures on Catwoman’s anus and her breasts increased until the aircraft reached a steady speed. Then its nose rotated upwards, and the plane leapt into the air. As it did so, Catwoman fell even further back, putting even more strain on her anus and her breasts. She could only shake her head at the discomfort and moan into the rubber mask on her face.

The plane seemed to climb up forever, stretching out Catwoman’s discomfort, until – at last – it began to level out. However, another source of discomfort now replaced the pressures on her breasts and anus. At this attitude, the temperature inside the cargo hold began to drop. As it got colder, Catwoman felt her nipples began to engorge even as the steel in her butt turned cold as well. It was a most unpleasant way for her to fly.

Mere minutes after the aircraft leveled itself, the man emerged from the cockpit. He came up to where Catwoman was, and knelt down. He unbuckled the harness holding the latex vagina to her mouth and pulled the gag out of the orifice. But before she could make any sound, he took another gag and stuffed it between her jaws. This one was a penis gag with the molded rubber tip of a penis mounted on a leather panel, which was strapped around her head, behind her neck. However, extended out of the front was another rubber penis, this one a full seven inches long, of thick girth. Its weight forced the tip of the rubber penis in Catwoman’s mouth up against the roof of her mouth.

The man next took a piece of rope and tied it around the nylon strap holding up the butt-hook in Catwoman’s ass. He then pulled the other end of the rope down to straps holding the penis gag in her mouth, tying it in place. In this way, Catwoman was forced to hold her head up, looking forward, her purple ears pointing straight up and the long dildo in front of her mouth pointing straight ahead.

“Now, this is not a vacation flight for you.” the man said, after satisfying himself on the hapless Catwoman, “You will have to work your passage. To begin with, I think you’ll have to help to train these new additions here.”

The man disappeared from Catwoman’s view for a while. Over the roar of the aircraft’s engines, she could not hear what he was doing. When he came back into view again, she saw that he was holding one of the three captives. It was the Asian woman, and she looked terrified as she tottered on her high-heels and glanced down at Catwoman. The man brought her to a point in front of Catwoman’s face, and knocked in her knees to force her into a kneeling position, the spike heels of her boots coming to rest on the floor under Catwoman’s chin. The man now raised up her arms high into the air. This forced her to bend her lithe torso forward until her arms were pointing vertically into the air and her body was horizontal to the floor.

In this position, the Asian’s cunt was almost directly in front of Catwoman’s face, the slit of her vulva plainly visible. The tip of the dildo extended out the front of her mouth was in the perfect position to penetrate the Asian’s cunt. The man reached up and took a snap-hook suspended from the ceiling of the fuselage via a nylon cargo strap and secured it to the D-ring on the tip of the mono-glove holding the Asian captive’s arms together, holding her in her kneeling strappado. The man disappeared from view for a while, and returned with a duplicate of the gag now in Catwoman’s mouth, and replaced the Asian’s ball-gag with it.

The man disappeared, and returned, this time with the blonde. He placed her in the same posture as the Asian woman, lined up before the latter’s face. He then replaced her gag with a penis gag as well, before disappearing from view again, only to reappear, leading the last captive, the African, which he placed in the same position as the others. This last woman gave him some trouble as she attempted to fight him, even in her bound condition. However, he easily overpowered her and forced her to kneel in front of the blonde. Her arms were raised up and secured in place.

The four captives were now lined up in a row. The three in the rear of the African all had rubber penis gags now. Only the African still wore her ball-gag. This was soon remedied when the man took the rubber vagina gag that had previously been placed on Catwoman and used it to replace the ball-gag, covering the black’s face.

The man now went away for a moment, and returned with some leather leashes. These were relatively short, about two-feet long. Catwoman saw that there were small snap-hooks secured on each end of the leashes.  He dropped the leashes on the floor next to the purple lycra-clad captive, before taking a plastic bottle out of his jacket pocket. He popped it open and came up to Catwoman. He squeezed a clear liquid onto the rubber dildo swaying under her nose and rubbed it all over the black exterior. From experience, she knew that this was lubricant. He replaced the bottle in his pocket, then took one of the leashes. He secured one hook to Catwoman’s collar, then pulled the leash forward. This forced Catwoman to push her head forward. The tip of the dildo in front of her mouth bumped into the crotch of the woman in front, causing her to wriggle her butt.

The man gave the Asian’s buttock a tight slap, leaving a red mark. He then seized the shank of the dildo and placed the tip against the vagina mouth of the Asian. A gagged squeal came from the front end of the Asian as the tip entered her. He then looped the leash around the front of the bound legs of the Asian, and pulled, forcing Catwoman to lean forward further, pushing the dildo into the Asian. The latter could only squeal again.

The man now took the other end of the leash and pull it back from the other side of the Asian, and back to Catwoman’s collar, where he attach it to the D-ring. This left Catwoman’s face mere inches from the Asian’s crotch, with her nose near to the woman’s anus. This also prevented her from pulling her head back, thus removing the rubber dildo from the Asian’s cunt.

The man now walked up to the front of the Asian. He repeated the process with her now, and secured her penis gag in the cunt of the blonde. Then, he did the same with the blonde, who ended up with her face inches from the crotch of the black female captive. All four women were now tied together in a chain.

The man disappeared from view again, leaving the women to squirm and moan in their joint suffering and humiliation. Then, Catwoman heard a thump behind her, as if something heavy had been placed behind her. Next, she felt the whip that had been trust inside of her pull out unceremoniously. She yelped into her gag from the sensation. Then, she felt something thick and slick penetrated her vagina mouth. She sucked in a breath as the object spread her vagina wall and entered her tract. She realized that she just had a dildo shove up her vagina again.

The man came back into view again, and went around to the front of the chain, directly in front of the black woman. He unzipped and lowered his pants, and Catwoman could just see over the upraised rumps of the women ahead to observe the fact that the man’s penis was already erect.

The man grinned evilly as he held up a remote control, and pressed down on a button on it. Instantly, Catwoman let out a squeal as she felt the rubber dildo behind her move, driving itself into her. The whirl of a motor could be heard even over the sound of the aircraft’s engines. It was a deep and forceful thrust, which forced Catwoman to move her face forward. This, in turn, forced the dildo mounted before her face to be driven deeper into the Asian in front. This, of course, forced the Asian to do the same with her own dildo gag, transmitting the motion to the blonde, who had to do the same to the black woman. Finally, the black woman had to thrust her face forward. The man seized her head, and inserted his penis into the opening on the vagina gag over her face.

Catwoman felt the powerful thrust from behind her again, and in spite of herself, she transmitted the push to the Asian in front of her, who in turn spread it down the line until the black woman thrust her face forward, swallowing the man’s cock deep into her mouth.

This happened again and again, causing the women to thrust their hips and face forward, again and again, ultimately causing the black woman to run her mouth up and down over the man’s penis. The man was effectively raping and humiliating all four women at the same time, with the black woman now being reserved for the ultimate sentence of having to give the man an enforced blow-job.

Catwoman could not believe the deviousness of the man’s mind, and how cruel he could be, to have invented this arrangement to force the women to rape each other, with Catwoman as the initiator of the others’ suffering. Yet, even though she was unwilling to be the instrument of her fellow captives’ torment, she had no choice as the machine behind her pumped her powerful, stroke after stroke, forcing her to push her face forward time and again.

Catwoman felt herself becoming more and more horny as the machine worked away on her cunt. In front of her, she could see that the Asian was also beginning to juice, with white liquid seeping out from her vagina mouth around the rubber monster being shoved up and down the tract. Gagged moans and squeals was audible even over the droning of the engines.

Then, against her will, Catwoman felt the shudder of a powerful orgasm which sent chills up her body. She moaned with a mixture of sexual ecstasy and humiliation. Shortly afterwards, the Asian in front of her did the same thing, sending a steady stream of cum out of her cunt, down her crotch, slicking the black surface of her hobble skirt stretched around her legs. Way ahead, the blonde and black were the last to give in, but they too cummed, even as the black worked her mouth furiously over the man’s penis. Finally, the man ejaculated. He sighed visibly before withdrawing his penis from the black’s mouth.

The man smiled at the women as he zipped up his pants. He held up the remote control again, and – much to Catwoman’s relief – stopped the infernal machine behind her. However the dildo was still embedded in her cunt, and the man made no move to remove it, or to release the women from the fiendish arrangement he had placed them in. Instead, he turned and walked back to the cockpit of the plane, leaving the women in their bondage behind him.

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Over the long flight, the man and the members of the aircraft’s crew made use of the arrangement. Each of them would rape four women at once with the machine, forcing them into sexual ecstasy against their will while satisfying themselves in the mouth of the black woman. Catwoman could only imagine what her state would be like now. Her mouth must be stained and filled with the men’s semen.

After hours of this ordeal, the man came to the cargo hold again. He looked down at the bound and helpless Catwoman, kneeling on all fours behind her fellow captive, her head still covered by her purple Catwoman cowl even as her face was almost buried in the latter’s crotch. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her chest as the machine behind her rammed the giant dildo up and down her love canal, forcing her to pump the woman in front of her, transmitting the torment she was enduring.

“If only you know how pathetic you look, Catwoman,” the man said derisively, “You look exactly like what you are, a slut dressed up in a tarty costume.”

Catwoman was too exhausted to react, even if she was stung by the insult. The man went around to behind her and switched off the machine. The rubber dildo within her ceased its motion, still buried deep within her. She panted softly as she knelt on all fours, awaiting helplessly the next abuse the man would dream up.

“I would love to have more fun with you, but unfortunately, we’re about to arrive at our destination. It’s time to prepare the lot of you for transportation.”

The man reached down and released Catwoman’s collar from the leash binding it to the woman in front of her. Then he withdrew the rubber dildo from deep within her. Next, he released the rope binding the butthook to the straps of her harness gag, before pulling the steel hook out from her anus. Finally, he untied her ankles from her thighs, and allowed her to stand up. In front of her, the other women were being released from their kneeling position, and brought to a standing position by the other men. Their penis gags were now removed from their heads, but were immediately replaced by large ball gas, secured by thin leather straps around their heads, propping their jaws apart, forcing them to drool almost immediately.

Catwoman and her fellow captives were brought to a corner of the cargo hold. She found herself looking at four long pods, leaning against the side of the fuselage. They were made from some sort of shiny plastic, and were formed in the shape of women, complete with emotionless faces and breasts, with the shapes of their ‘arms’ pulled behind their backs, and their legs meshed together. One of the other men went to the side of one of the pods, and undid a series of snap fasteners along the side. He then swung open the front like a lid to reveal a narrow cavity cut into rubber foam lining the inside of the pod.

Catwoman’s slaver now turned to her. He untied her wrists from in front of her, then turned her roughly around. Her wrists were crossed behind her, and in a moment, they had been secured together with handcuffs behind the small of her back. Then she was led up to the open pod and turned around, before being pushed into the cavity. She felt the rubber foam squeeze in the side of her arms as she was nestled into the cavity, her bound arms being pinned helplessly behind her back. Then her legs were pushed into the cavity too, with the rubber foam now pushing her knees and ankles together, hobbling them. Then the lid of the pod was swung close. The inside of the lid was lined with rubber foam too, and these too pressed into the front of her body. There was no need for any additional binding to immobilize Catwoman’s body completely. Then, there was the dull snaps of the fasteners being applied, locking her into the pod.

Catwoman found that there was a space in front of her face that was not covered with foam, allowing her to breathe. Two holes had been pierced through the nose of the plastic face to allow air to come in. The eyes were actually fitted with eyepieces that allowed her to look out, but mirrored such that no one could look through them onto the inside. The rubber encompassing her head blocked out much of the sound from the outside, and prevented her from moving her head. She could only use her eyes to see what was happening outside through the limited field of view of the eyepieces.

Catwoman saw that the other women were now being put into the other pods. Then she felt the pod she was in being moved. She realized that there were small coasters under the heel of the pod, and she was slid from the fuselage side to the centre of the cargo hold. She was then laid flat onto the floor, looking up. Glancing to the sides, she saw the other pods being laid one by one next to her. Then nylon cargo straps were applied over the pods to pin them in place.

Catwoman and her fellow captives were left on the floor for a period of time as the aircraft turned and made its final approach. A firm bump and a loud roar penetrating even the rubber foam of the pod told her that they have – at last – landed. After another long period, the aircraft finally came to a stop.

Then, light began to flood into the interior of the cargo hold, and Catwoman guessed that the ramp must have been lowered. Workers now came up to the pods and unstrapped them. They were then tilted up and pulled out of the aircraft, rolling on their coasters.

Through the eyepieces of the pods, Catwoman could see that they are in a busy airfield. There were many other workers around, and she even caught sight of uniformed personnel. Yet, they did not look the least interested at the four pods being moved. Perhaps they thought that nothing more than mannequins were being transported. She wanted to call out to them, to cry for help, but nothing escaped her gagged mouth. Even if she could make some noise, the plastic pod most probably would contain any sound she made.

The pods were lifted up, and placed standing up. Catwoman looked out of her plastic prison to see that they have been placed in the flatbed of a truck. Straps were used to secure the pods in an upright position, and the back of the flatbed closed. Then the truck was started up. As she looked out, she saw the buildings of the airfield flash past.

The truck came to a halt, and Catwoman saw a uniformed man came around, holding a clipboard in his hand. He looked like some sort of customs official, although the uniform was not familiar to her. Here was her chance! She twisted and squirmed inside her prison, and tried yelling through her gag, but she could not move, pressed as she was by rubber foam all around her. Then, with a sinking heart, she saw the uniformed man wave, and the truck started again.

The truck now turned into a bumpy road. It travelled for a while along a mostly empty road until it joined a far busier road. In fact, the truck ground to a slow crawl as it became enmeshed in a traffic jam. The truck was surrounded by other vehicles. There were so many others all around the truck, and yet none of them could see that four women were being held captive before their very eyes. In fact, Catwoman caught the eyes of several drivers resting on the pods, but none seem to find anything suspicious.

After what seemed like hours, the truck finally turned off the busy main roads, and took a series of small back roads. The more well-constructed buildings that had lined the main roads now gave way to more ramshackle constructions of the sort Catwoman had seen in documentaries about slums in Third World countries. Then, the truck turned into through a gate in a walled compound, and finally ground to a halt.

Workers now climbed onto the flat-bed of the truck. The pods were now unstrapped, and they were pulled off the flatbeds. They were then rolled at an angle, and Catwoman found herself looking up at the sky. Then, as she was brought into a building, the concrete ceiling of a corridor. After a while, she was led through a door and laid flat on the floor. The lid was opened, and hands reached in, pulling the bound captive out from her rubber prison. She was roughly lifted onto her feet, and out of the pod.

Catwoman glanced around at her new surroundings. She saw that she was in a large hall, with bare concrete floor, walls and ceilings. There were no windows anywhere she could see, and the hall was lit by large white lights dangling from wires from the tall ceiling. To her shock and horror, she saw that there were many others like her and her fellow captives. This end of the hall was littered with pods and captives being pulled out onto their feet. She was not able to count them, but she guessed that there were at least a dozen women, including herself and her fellow captives. They were all bound like her fellow captives, whom were being pulled out of their own pods, with looks of shock and horror on their faces as they took in their new predicament.

Once all the women were extracted, guards wearing green camouflaged uniform and jungle boots began shepherding them together. They wielded cattle prods, which they did not hesitate to use against the slower ones, which included Catwoman, who felt the sharp bite of electricity on her naked rump, which prompted her to totter forward towards the cluster of other women. Once they were gathered together near the middle of the hall, the guards began to string them out. She saw that they were now being arranged according to their height, with the shortest to the left and the tallest to the right. She was placed near to the right-handed end of the line, with the black Amazon the only one being taller than her, while the Asian captive was brought towards the other end. Once they were arranged, the guards cruelly used the cattle prods to ensure that the line remained straight, eliciting gagged cries of anguish from the victims of their attention.

When the captives settled down, a small group of men marched into the hall from a door at the other end of the space. Catwoman saw that her slaver was amongst them. From the he walked, he was obviously the boss, the one in charge. The guards saluted as he marched up to the line of captives, and walked up the line from the left to the right. He paused to examine some of the captives, hefting their breasts, or pulling up their chin to look at their faces.

“Eyes forward!” came a sharp command from behind Catwoman before she felt the sharp bite of the cattle prod again. She yelped into her gag, and took an involuntarily step forward, before strong hands pulled her back into line again. She looked up, she saw the man standing in front of her, looking up at her gagged face.

“Still as disobedient, I see.” the man said, smiling evilly, “I think you should definitely be punished now.”

The man gave a curt nod, and Catwoman was pulled out of line. She was pushed towards the wall to the right, where she saw a steel hook dangling by chain from high above the ceiling. She knew what was coming, and she struggled, but to no avail. She was brought up to the hook, and one of the guards grabbed the hook. He fed it through all the lines criss-crossing her breasts. The other guards then grabbed her body and lifted her upwards. The first guard then placed the hook through the nexus formed by the lines of her crotch rope as they snaked towards her crotch after encircling her waist. When they released her, her entire body weight came to rest on her crotch rope, which now bit deep into her vulva. She could only throw her head back in anguish, as her legs kicked uselessly under her as she tried to find a foothold. There was none, as the tip of her boots dangled a mere inch off the floor. But that was not the end of it. Another guard now came forward, carrying a riding crop in his hand.

“Let this be a warning to all of you.” Catwoman’s slaver said, addressing the other women, “Disobedience will be very severely dealt with. What you see now is only the mildest of the corrective measures we will apply to you, should you be as foolish as this slave here.”

The guard with the riding crop grinned, and swung back his arm. Catwoman groaned, dreading what was to come. As the crop was swung forward, it contacted her naked right butt. She bucked and screamed into her gag.

“MMMMMMMMPH!” Catwoman moaned again as the crop was swung, this time contacting her right breasts, leaving an ugly red welt. She bucked once again as the crop was now applied to her left breast. Then her left butt. Then her right butt again. The guard only stopped after a dozen blows, leaving lines of pain criss-crossing her naked mounds.

“Start processing the slaves.” the man ordered.

The guards now came forward and began to pull the women forward one by one. They started with the Asian girl first. She was brought to the front of the line, in the middle of the hall. As Catwoman watched from her suspended bondage, they took a leash and attached it to her collar. One of the guard held the other end of the leash, proffering his cattle prod as a warning before the other guards removed the items of bondage hobbling her thighs and binding her arms. Next they released the chastity belt from around her waist, but left the cruel high-heeled boots on her feet. Then, they pulled her arms before her, and crossed her wrists, with her palms facing out and forward. They then applied a thick leather band around her wrists, binding them together, buckling the ends in place using the strong steel buckle at one end of the band. This arrangement drew her elbows closer together, which squeezed her small breasts together to form a deep cleavage. The band had a D-ring attached to it, in front of the bound wrists, from which a snap-hook dangled. The woman’s bound wrists were now lifted up and over her head until her elbows were pointed up towards the ceiling. One of the guards now slipped the hook under the buckled strap holding the collar in place, allowing the snap to spring back into place. This now trapped the woman’s wrists against the back of her neck, her palms facing inwards, her elbows raised up into the air, with her arms folded on either side of her head. This now only bared her armpits, but also lifted up her breasts on her chest, displaying them for everyone to see.

The Asian woman was now led towards a row of school desks lined from left to right in the middle of the inner half of the hall. She was marched up to the wall near the left hand end of the row first, where she was pushed against the wall, where a series of lines were painted from the floor up, marking out height in terms of feet. A camera had been set up here, facing the markings. She was placed with her back against the wall, facing the camera. A number was now held up in front of her neck by a guard, above her breasts, and another guard bent down behind the camera to take a snapshot. She was then turned around such that her right side, then her left side, and finally her back, faced the camera, such that every part of her body would be captured.

The Asian woman was next pulled towards the first of the desks, where a weighing scale had been placed. She was forced to step up on it, and her weight read out. The guard sitting behind the desk recorded her weight on a laptop on the desk, before the woman was pulled off the scale towards the next desk.

The guard leading the Asian slave took a tape measure from the second desk. He looped it around the woman’s breasts, then her waist, then her hips, calling out her measurements, which the guard sitting behind the desk recorded on his laptop.

The Asian woman was led to the third desk now. She was bent over before the desk such that her cunt was openly displayed. The guard holding her now took an acrylic rod from the desk, and inserted it into her pussy. He pushed it in until it could go in no deeper, and then called out the number he saw on the markings on the acrylic rod. This apparently measured how deep her cunt was. He withdrew the rod, and then aimed it at her anus. Despite the captive’s tearful gagged pleas, he inserted it into her, causing her to buck her head up. He pushed it in until it stopped, and he called out the measurement. All the measurements were duly recorded by the guard behind this desk.

The woman was next led to the last desk. Here, the fourth guard was now busy printing out something from a printer. Catwoman glanced down and could see that it was a series of stickers, with barcodes on them. He peeled off one of the bar-coded sticker, and pasted it on a plastic disk. He then placed the disk on a flat plastic panel, until there was a beep sound.

“Radio Frequency Identification Disk.” Catwoman’s slaver explained helpfully next to her as he observed the process.

The guard leading the Asian girl picked up the disk. It had a small snap-hook on one end, which he now attached to the D-ring in front of her collar.

“The first slave is now processed.” Catwoman’s slaver informed her, “Very efficient, don’t you think?”

Catwoman could only moan softly into her gag in defiance.

One by one, the other women were processed in the same way as the first woman. After they were processed, they were lined up against the far wall, facing out, so that they could observe the others being put through the same procedure. They were ordered to stand with their feet placed wide apart, so that their cunt would be open to any of the guard who wished to paw them. Any sign of defiance was met with admonishments using the cattle prods.