Condemned

Chapter One-3

“You want the nips tied and pulled together?” he asked, sounding a bit mystified and wondering if her already chain-bound breasts, as firm and tight as they were, could be further abused as she demanded.

“Make loops around the nips,” Madeline murmured in a nearly trancelike voice. “Make them tight and then pull them towards each other. Ignore anything I say or do, because I expect it will hurt a great deal, but I want to look down at them before you put the hood back on me. I want to see them touching each other.”

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, carefully looping the rope around the swollen base of each breast and then pulling the twin n*****s to within a few inches of each other.

Thus chained and breast-harnessed, she then begged for yet another “double,” as she called it: a violation with his c**k in her ass and a fully inflated dildoe in her cunt. As she promised, the gag was barely enough to control her orgasmic screams as he tugged the twine strands until the twin n*****s were actually huddled close together and Madeline was humping madly on the double c***s now inside her.

“Too much?” he asked.

“Nguoog,” came the reply, filtered by a half dozen panty liners and the rope that pulled back her cheeks giving her a rectus expression that would have pleased the most ardent horror film fan. “Eyetur.”

“What?” he asked.

“Eyetur.”

“Tighter?”

“Essss. Bleeze.”

He took up what little slack remained and then, on a sudden inspiration, bound the two pink extensions together so that Madeline’s breasts were stretched horizontally across her chest and the n*****s were united in a twine-enforced union.

She was ecstatic, pumping her captor’s deeply ass-mining d**k and squeezing the inflation-hardened rubber violator in her p***y as well.

When it ended, he seemed to be feeling contrite and reminded her that she had agreed to be tied up and that he had not heard any complaints while they were f*****g. She began to say that tying her and f*****g her were not the same thing, but then he gave her the lovely scarves and apologized.

All of that was two years ago. Since then, she had tried furtively and without success to find a venue that would possible recreate or even extend the experience. She was unsuccessful.

The steel band now around her wrists was far more uncomfortable than the scarves had been and Madeline felt the oddly familiar sensations of pain and excitement between her legs. The woman continued to tug on her arms and Madeline repeated that she couldn’t bring them any closer together. To break this back seat stalemate, the woman removed her own wide, studded belt and placed it on Madeline’s arms, then applied pressure to the belt, drawing it tighter.

“They don’t get any closer and my shoulders really hurt. I’ll do what you want, but please don’t break my arms by forcing them.”

“Try,” the woman ordered, pulling the Madeline’s elbows closer with the belt and then snapping the metal band closed around Madeline’s arms just below the elbow joints. Using a large metal key, like the kind often used to wind big clocks, the leather-clad woman engaged a sort of ratchet on the band and Madeline felt this drawing her arms painfully even closer together. Her shoulders protested to the strain, but in a moment, her lower arms were pressed side by side and the elbows touched. The metal band clicked again and the key and the belt were withdrawn. In hindsight, Madeline recalled the soft tension of the silk scarves as being definitely preferable to the constricting metal bands.

“That’s fine,” said the cat-suited woman. “Gregory, take us to the restaurant.”

The driver nodded and the Mercedes accelerated, skidding slightly on the snow-covered road. It was now snowing heavily and the few streetlamps along the road created yellow halos marking the path.

“My name, should you wonder about it, is Coleshia,” the woman said quietly while she messaged Madeline’s shoulders. “Your shoulders and arms will accept this restraint, but tomorrow or the next day, you may feel a soreness or stiffness there. It will pass. We have no intention of harming you. You may sit back now. I have more gifts for you.”

Madeline eased herself back, pressing her bound arms against the seatback while her companion rummaged in the leather backpack that now rested between them on the seat.

“Can you tell me what this is all about,” Madeline asked quietly. “If this is for money, I have plenty on the ship. If we go back there, I’ll pay you well.”

“Not our concern,” the man next to the driver said over his shoulder “We want you and there’s not enough cash in your purse or your cabin on the ship to make us happy. Gregory had his orders and he did well. We didn’t expect anyone quite as attractive as you, but we will make adjustments.”

“But….” Realizing that Alex wasn’t the driver’s real name, Madeline began to protest and was interrupted by the woman jamming a soft rubber balloon into her mouth.

“Just relax,” the catsuited woman said. “This is to keep you quiet. Nothing more. It even has a nice flavor to it, you’ll note. We have a long drive ahead of us and we want to check a few things about you before we arrive. Our clients like a full report on any subjects we bring them and we must oblige. “

The rubber bladder went into Madeline’s shocked and open mouth. The base of the slightly inflated bulb was a rubber and leather square that had a notch in it for her nose and covered most of her lower face, from chin to cheeks, nearly up to her eyes. Her nose fit nicely into the slot and a series of leather bands were pulled around her skull and buckled behind and over her head.

“Once again, remember that my name is Coleshia,” the cat suit woman said again, assuming that perhaps Madeline had not heard her the first time. Her tone of voice was more friendly and conversational, as if they were headed to the theater or some other pleasant entertainment. “We will not harm you as long as you cooperate. You are worth, I think, quite a bit of money to us and we do not damage our products. Once we get your clothes off and stand you up, we’ll know better where you might fit in.”

Fit in? Madeline thought, moving her tongue around the rubber bulb inside her mouth. Fit in to what?

Coleshia busied herself with screwing a short black hose with a rubber pump bulb attached to the front of the gag plate over Madeline’s mouth. She squeezed the pump slowly. Inside her mouth, Madeline felt the rubber bladder slowly expand. She had been here before, she thought, wondering if it would end as well as her experience in The Savoy with Jake. After three or four pumps by Coleshia, the thing not only filled Madeline’s oral cavity, pressing her tongue against the bottom of her mouth, but also forced her to open her jaws wide. When Coleshia finished squeezing, Madeline realized that her jaws were stretched impossibly wide and her entire mouth was stuffed full of peppermint-tasting, inflated bladder. Except for the taste, the process was familiar.

“Now, my Dear,” Coleshia said soothingly. “Please slide you cute little ass over to the other side of the seat and stay there. For some reason, I have the feeling that you have been treated this way before. Is that correct?”

Madeline only nodded slightly and struggled to slide across the leather seat in the process discovering that her arms were useless in this endeavor.

Coleshia pulled down the wide arm rest between them and pressed it down until it formed a sort of raised platform between the two women. The top of the arm rest had two deep, round recesses in it, intended as cup or glass holders. On each side of the rest were flat metal buckles stitched neatly to the leather.

“Now, Miss Madeline Worth, let’s get your clothes off,” Coleshia said and she unzipped and unbuttoned Madeline’s elegant, sleeveless black dress and pulled it down over her hips and legs. “Lovely dress,” she added. Pity it won’t fit me because you will not need it.”

With a small pocket knife, Coleshia cut the straps of Madeline’s short black teddy and did the same with the thin string bra straps and the sides of her hip hugger bikini panties. She left the dark black stockings and suspender belt alone saying that she thought they added a nice contrast to the young woman’s pale skin. Madeline shivered from the sudden cold in the auto and Coleshia adjusted the back seat heater controls to hopefully increase the temperature inside the Mercedes.

“In a minute, it will be warmer here,” Coleshia said. “But now, I’m going to add a blindfold to your bondage. It will make things a bit more exciting and you won’t have to worry about what’s going on outside the car when we enter the city.” She placed a soft, furry blindfold mask over Madeline’s eyes, pulled the straps back behind her head and buckled them. Then she added additional straps that connected the blindfold to the front panel of the gag and another strap that went over the top of Madeline’s head and down under her chin.

“Quite an arrangement,” Coleshia said as she was busy placing something on the arm rest. “Probably unnecessary, but it will keep things in place and you will remain silent and blind for awhile. This thing going over your head is to give anyone who looks in that we are having a pleasant drive in the blizzard.”

With that odd remark, Coleshia pulled a latex hood over the woman’s already tightly bound head, carefully fitting the nose and nostril holes in the hood to Madeline’s nose and gagged mouth. Madeleine felt tendrils of hair touch her neck and shoulders and she tensed as there was a momentary restriction of air to her nose, but this was quickly adjusted and she breathed normally again.

“So,” said the cat suited woman. “You now are nice and quiet and to any observer, you are just a blond bimbo in the rear seat with me. Try and relax because it might get a bit warm inside that latex hood. And now, my Dear Madeline, please slide back over towards me, lift your left leg over the armrest saddle and ease yourself down onto the little nubbins we have here for you. I have placed them in a likely position so that they will slide into place easily if you let me guide you. It will do you no good to resist because if you do, I’ll bring one of these nasty men back here and we’ll do it for you. You are not a virgin, are you?”

Madeline shook her head slowly.

“Good, then come over towards me. I will guide you with my hand. You will feel two small objects between your legs and I’ll help you get these delightfully thrilling little gadgets into their new homes: your ass and pussy.”

Madeline froze. Into my ass and p***y? She must be kidding.

Coleshia put one hand around Madeline’s left knee and the other on Madeline’s left arm and pulled her towards the center of the seat. She lifted the woman’s leg up and over the center arm rest. She met little resistance, but Madeline, now bound, naked, hooded, gagged and blind, was trying not to freak out and accommodate what this crazy woman wanted.

“Come on, Madeline,” Coleshia urged. “Lift that leg and slip it over the saddle. It won’t hurt.”

Madeline tried to comply and was finally kneeling on the seat, one leg on each side of the arm rest, her crotch centered slightly above the twin dildoes mounted on a small leather fixture not unlike a miniature saddle. Coleshia pulled two leather straps from behind the seat and wrapped the straps around her doubled up legs, passing under the ankles and around the top of her thighs just above the stocking tops. Then she strapped the girl’s ankles down to the seat so that they could not be pulled away to either side or forward.

From the front seat, the two men watched as best they could with the driver adjusting his rear view mirrors so that he could watch the action in the rear.

“Now, Madeline,” said Coleshia. “Just settle your lovely little ass down slowly and I’ll help you double f**k yourself.”

Paralyzed with fear, terrified at what they had already done to her and yet aware that they had not thus far actually hurt her, she tried to cooperate with the woman’s bizarre request. She slowly lowered herself, seeking to discover what these things awaiting her felt like and exactly where they were. She felt Coleshia’s cold, gloved hand on the inside of her thigh and a bit of pressure guiding her downward.