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You Bet Your Freedom, part 11
...The one furthest to the right on the stage was Etsu. A three foot spreader had been attached to her ankles before she'd been forced to lie down on her stomach and extend her arms above her head. A hook had been screwed into the floor planking and her hands were bound together and tethered to that hook before rope was fastened to the middle of the spreader bar. The rope had been run over an overhead pipe and pulled until Etsu's feet were suspended four feet above the stage. She was being used to illustrate how even light punishment on the sensative soles could be a powerful motivator.
Next to her, Marissa's ankles had been crossed, bound and tethered to another floor hook. Her forced kneeling position with her arms bound behind her at the wrists and elbows made her breasts jut out prominently. Which made them an excellent target for a flogging demonstration. Though the red lines on her abdomen showed attention was being paid elsewhere as well...
You Bet Your Freedom, part 12
...The camera panned over the four women who were all currently kneeling. All had been fitted with upper body harnessing that included a collar around the neck. A 1-1/2 inch strap from the front of the collar went between their breasts and thinner side straps attached to that strap ran above and below to snugly trap the breasts between them. Those straps also connected to a 2 inch strap coming down from the back of the collar. The back strap featured attached wrist cuffs, so the women's wrists were locked into position, one on top of the other with their lower arms parallel to their shoulders. One odd addition - ankle weights attached to each ankle and each woman had been re-gagged with wiffle ball gags. Each of the ball gags was a different color. Each woman was also blindfolded...
You Bet Your Freedom, part 13
...Peggy, the former cheerleader, was carried out on a stretcher. Her hair had been recombed out, then put back into pigtails with red and white ribbon bows at the base of each. White anklets and white tennis shoes with red shoelaces had been put onto her feet and white shoelaces bound her ankles together with another set of laces binding her wrists in front of her. She had then been forced to her knees and her wrists then forced between her legs and tethered with another shoelace to her ankle tie. Even her ballgag was a red ball attached to white straps that were buckled tightly beneath her pigtails. As a final touch, the plastic handle of a red and white pom-pom had been inserted in her ass...
You Bet Your Freedom, part 14
...Even as Nicole stood to decide which way to go next, a buzzer sounded. What she didn't know was that was the cue that her five minutes of free time had just ended. She figured it out when she suddenly felt hands clenching around her left ankle. Her startled scream sounded loud in the relatively quiet even with the gag in place. Standing still, she was cursing as Jenny rose and strapped a two-inch thick padded belt around her legs at mid-thigh. The belt was tightened very snuggly, then padlocked like the gag had been before Jenny went back to the shadows and left her to start making her way again. Much slower now...
Paleface
Dib dib, dob dob... Sally is captured by a young band of Scouts, trussed up and...
Visits, part 1
..."Sure," I said. Jake grabbed the familiar bell again and rang. This time, the sound of steps came sooner, though the walk was strangely slow, with the sound of jingling accompanying it. I looked to the doorway to see Tawney approaching, letting out a slight gasp of surprise at the sight. Gone was the cute little girl of last time, or of my childhood. Tawney was strangely tall and statuesque, and as I looked at her feet, I could see why. Formed into a severe en pointe position, the shoes she wore appeared seamless and form fitting. The harsh point they formed seemed to also mold her thighs and legs into a perfect shape. Wide steel cuffs, clearly custom fit to her ankles, held a short three inch piece of chain between them, limited her steps to tiny bits. Additional cuffs circled her thighs just above the knee. These were locked together; a tiny pivot between them allowing enough flex, but making each step even harder. Dangling from between her legs two rubber inflation bulbs stuck out from between her thighs in the back, hinting to more interesting things inside of her. Her waist was constricted by a harsh leather corset, reducing her already slender figure to a true hourglass shape. Jake caught my gaze...
Visits, part 2
..."The other thing I knew she hated, which I mentioned earlier, was anal penetration." He selected another plate, this slightly convex on one side while inside, near the top, was a new series of sharp pins. A fitting at the bottom seemed designed to connect to the end of the dildo now inside of her with some sort of gasket fitting on the outside. A small box of electronic components was fit snuggly against the inside between the two. Positioning it over the top, I could see how it completely overlapped the first piece, its intent to completely seal off any access to Tawney's pussy. He made sure the fitting was properly connected then pressed the top into place. Tawney screamed bloody murder as the small half dome of sharp needles pushed into her actual clit. Despite the bonds and the taughtness of her body, she still managed to buck a bit. Jake simply waited, listening to her pleading around her brother's cock. I was almost afraid as the weight of the device sank into my brain. I was in a strange dream, something combining my cute little sister with a sinister plot, all seen through these bizarre glasses. It made me question what was real for a moment, and what was pure fantasy...
Visits, part 3
...That innocent face now tortured, a thick nose ring mounted in her septum, huge 32DD breasts dangling below her, the tiny bells connected to her nipples ringing lightly in the breeze. I couldn't resist a closer look as I approached her. She glanced up at me just as the dildo in her mouth began one of it's brutal assaults, as if some guy had decided to face fuck her within an inch of her life. I looked down at those pleading eyes, welling with tears, then the drool that had poured from her mouth throughout the day to puddle in the grass below. I stroked her hair from her face, but then let my hand move down her twisted arms, and to her breasts. They were a fair shade of purple; nothing to be worried about yet but certainly sensitive enough by now. I pulled on the leather strap connected from the base to her knee, enjoying the moan from her. Fondling her nipple ring and rod, I found myself twisting them to see how loud a scream I could elicit. I soon found myself watching the dildo pounding in and out of her weary ass. It was lucky they were self lubricating. Jake had designed both her mouth unit and the anal cock to essentially ejaculate every few minutes. The feeling, accompanied by the requisite deep penetration and hold, created the feeling that she wasn't just getting penetrated but actually fucked by the machines. Her anus was red from the punishment, with lubricant seeping out of her like come. I found myself questioning her choice to become a slave, and wondered if this is what she expected. Moving back to her face, I crouched down beside her...
Visits, part 4
...By morning Mark was exhausted but it had been worth it. Amy was still bound in position. Chains ran from either side of a thick collar to the upper posts of Their bed, holding her in the middle. Much to his pleasant surprise, her elbows had gone together easily last night and now they and her wrists were still hidden behind her body. Mark had taken a cue from last summer and tied straps around the base of her large breasts, then connected them to her knees as he pulled them toward her chest forcing her to keep them up or pull on her discolored and tender breasts. Thinner strap wrapped around each big toe and held her feet upward to the canopy above, ensuring unobstructed access to her pussy.
The night had started that way, with Amy bound in position. Mark watched as she experimented with her bonds, quickly realizing she was unable to escape. As he strapped Tawney to her clit again, he looked into her eyes.
"Now you agree to try this, and not hold it against me in the morning, right?" She nodded, already excited.
"Bring it on," she said with a gleam in her eye.
"There's something you'll come to understand, Amy. Even the most wonderful thing can become torture eventually." She just smiled, then opened her mouth as he pushed in a ball gag and strapped it in place...
Visits, part 5
...Jake had truly transformed the lovely Amy. Her head was shaved smooth, as were her eyebrows, not in a shaved way but in a truly hairless style that denoted permanent removal. Her body was covered in chains, with snug, heavy steel cuffs around her neck, upper arms, ankles and thighs. Thick, heavy chain connected her neck to her thighs, ankles to each other, and upper arms to ankles, with additional chain forming every possible option for connection. The weight alone must have been amazing and the result kept her in a near fetal position on her knees. Her arms had been folded into a reverse prayer, her hands disappearing into a single rubber bag that seemed sealed around her wrists. A ring at the end of the bag connected to the back of her collar in what appeared to be a welded fashion. It was clear she had been locked in this position for some time.
Mark could see a wide series of piercings covering her face and body. A thick nose ring now dangled from her septum, resting against her upper lip, with a second ring set inside the first.. Her lips themselves were ringed along their lengths by what looked to be nearly 40 rings, creating a bizarre metal maw. Beneath her beach ball-sized breasts, Mark could see elongated nipples with several other rings or rods in each. Her waist was clearly corsetted, reducing her once slim waist to an incredibly small circumference. Without truly seeing it, Mark could tell she now wore a similar chastity device to Tawney's. Still unable to open her eyes, her mouth flexed open and closed, revealing a heavily pierced tongue...
Visits, part 6
... "Let's get you prepared." He pulled her to the cage, forcing her to her knees. A heavy bag of chains were dumped out beside her and he began to attach them. The first chain, from collar to newly placed thigh cuffs held her in a bent position. Loose chains from ankles to wrist cuffs, as well as to elbow cuffs, began to weigh her down. Somewhat lighter chains, though still heavy, attached nipple rings to nose ring. Reaching behind her, Jake used a special wrench to tighten her severe corset further, causing Amy to burst into tears while trying to find breath, despite the considerable compression. Jake then coerced Amy into the cage. From behind, Jake pushed a rubber tube and its gasket against the fitting for her vaginal dildo until it clicked into position. A long anal plug was greased then slid into her anus, locking to a fitting at the base of the belt. Another tube connected to it dangled out.
"Open your mouth," Jake ordered. Amy, terrified, obeyed. Jake pushed a rubber mouth mold into her mouth. The mass fit to the inside of her teeth, pressing her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. The design fit perfectly, removing not only Amy's use of her tongue but effectively gagging her. Like a spring, the rubber resisted flexing, only pushing her mouth back open again as she struggled to close it. Mark ignored her whining protests, selecting a long tube and sliding it through the hole at the end of the mold.
"Swallow," he ordered. Amy fought it for a moment, but soon the relentless pressure combined with her body's instinct, forced her to comply. As the tube reached her stomach the end in her mouth clicked into position, locking it in place. Without delay, he pushed the larger tube into her mouth until it clicked into the back gasket. Final chains connected to her neck, holding her face in the middle of the cage, before he winched in the two end plates. Once placed, Jake attached the feeding tube line to the gasket in the metal plate, following suit with the vaginal and anal tubes. There was enough slack to allow Amy to move without pulling or bending the tubes. He finished placing the top, side and backside plates, sliding the rivets into place on the seams to hold them firmly. Amy was beginning to panic, unsure what she was facing. Jake faced her from the side...
