Bondage a la Carte

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Two hooded figures, dressed in baggy black outfits and looking like they were costumed to rob a bank or jewelry store, appeared behind her. They wore black tactical boots with the trousers tucked into the top, paramilitary style. Dangerous. Fearful. But she had already met them and showed no worry or fright. She didn’t even turn to look at them. She just stood there while one of them roughly pulled her cuffed wrists back behind her, clipping them together with a single small padlock through the twin embedded rings. A black-gloved hand reached out and gripped her chin, squeezing the lower part of her jaw and forcing her mouth open while they inserted a large, red, rubber pear with a leather strap through the center. Two hands pulled the double straps back behind her head, as they might rein in a recalcitrant pony, and locked the ends with another padlock.

My God, it’s huge, much bigger than I imagined. The pear shape is something new, she thought. The fat part fills my mouth and the narrow end is part way down my throat. How the Hell can I keep this thing in my mouth for more than an hour or so?

On anyone else, it looked like a common ball gag. On her, it was an arousing, luxurious and sensual accessory that might have come from Hermes or Cartier. The pear held her red mouth wide open, lips curled around its perimeter, muffling any sounds from her throat. Nevertheless, subdued moans still seeped around the edges, bubbling with a touch of clear saliva from the corners of her mouth and mixing with her now increased respiration rate through her nose.

As the lock on the gag strap clicked shut, two more black-gloved hands reached between her legs from behind and deftly separated the ringed lower lips, as if to ascertain that the rings were in fact there and available. A louder moan escaped the ball-gagged mouth.

He’s putting one, no, two fingers up my cunt. Jesus, the gloves are cold and rough. Feeling my rings. Just to check, I guess.

A black-booted foot nudged the instep of one of her bare feet, pushing it outward. In compliance, she moved her legs a bit further apart and waited while they wrapped a black leather cincher corset around her waist. They laced it tight, made the parallel edges meet and tied off the laces, cutting the remaining ends close to the black fabric. Small gold rings dangled from the top and bottom edges of the corset.

Too tight. Too damned tight. I have tight corsets, but this thing is like a vice. Can’t breathe.

Her already narrow waist was now even smaller. The cincher pushed in on her ribs and compressed her internal organs because there was no fat to squeeze. She struggled for a moment to get her breath, the corset was that tight, but then, as she knew it would, her youthful body accommodated to the compression of her waist and she breathed carefully as the air surged in and out of her nostrils, her breasts rising and falling in the same regular rhythm.

The picture that the multiple video cameras captured was immensely erotic, although one could argue that it was nothing more than a very pretty girl being slowly bound, gagged and deprived of her freedom.

She stepped back slightly as one of the hooded figures, (she wasn’t sure if they were men or women because the hoods and shrouded outfits hid all body shape), produced a small, flat case, beautifully finished in black kid leather with intricate gold hardware. The case snapped opened and was laid on the tile floor, revealing twin black leather phalli, one slightly bigger than the other. Both were artisan quality representations of a large p***s with the base holding a gold ring similar to those on her multiple cuffs and between her legs.

This wasn’t on the menu. They said they’d f**k me. They didn’t say they’d put something that fat up my cunt and park it there.

As she tried to back away, Black Hood Number One removed one phallus, the larger one, from the case. While Hood Number Two held her thighs in their parted position, Hood One again parted her lower lips and slipped the dark, hard thing up into her p***y, easing it all the way in without encountering a bit of resistance except for the slight rotating movement of her hips, as if to embrace this dark penetrator. The thing disappeared quickly, screwing its way up into the warm, dark passage, leaving just the small gold ring showing. It matched the labia rings perfectly.

My God, I’m already wet. It went in faster than George, my favorite toy vibrator.

All three people in the white tiled room knew that she was wet enough to feel no discomfort as the leather d**k slid into place, but more remarkable for the thousands of observers watching the streaming internet video was the fact that the dong stayed where it was placed, never moving or seeming inclined to slip back out. Some watchers assumed that she was simply gripping the leather d**k with her internal muscles. Others correctly surmised that when Hood One inserted the thing, he squeezed a spring switch on the base and this released a tiny compressed air cartridge which in turn inflated the leather c**k enough to restrict its expulsion. The girl shivered as she felt the expanding device press inward and outward until the cartridge emptied its minute compressed air load and the now fattened and full prong settled into its home.

Yikes. That’s a new variation. Damned thing feels like it’s the size of a cricket ball and it’s certainly not coming out.

Her mouth clamped tighter onto the red pear, her eyes seemed to water a bit and her face contorted in a combination of discomfort and embarrassment that she was being f****d with an inflatable leather dildo while her video image was broadcast around the globe. She bent over slightly, as if to more easily accommodate the fat dong in her cunt and the look of consternation in her eyes quickly passed. She tried straightening up, but Hood Two pressed her downward from behind and Hood One grasped her left breast and neck, also pulling her downward.