Laura 3 | bondage story | gag, master, rubber, harness

The days passed slowly for Laura. She had been in bondage for more than a week now, the ropes were as tight as before, and the gags as mouthwatering as ever. She hadn't been free for a second. Bob had kept her as a bondage-pet, as promised, and she had enjoyed his huge fuck-tool in every hole. Even her tight asshole had been abused repeatedly. He had used butt-plugs of increasing size back there, to widen her up for his enormous cock. Laura didn't mind. She had been dreaming about things like this for years and she had settled down and resigned to her fate. She only wished they could stay here in the cabin forever, but she knew it was impossible. She would move in with Master and sell her apartment when they returned in two weeks. From now on, only Master and bondage mattered.

She was proud to call herself slave.

Right now she was suspended by her wrists to a pulley. Her toes on her high heeled shoes were barely touching the floor. She was wearing black, shiny rubber-stockings, a rubbercorset laced tightly behind her back, making a perfect time-glass shape of her beautiful body. Her full and firm breasts were forced up by the corset, making her tender nipples hard and ready for play. Her arms were also encased in black rubber; Opera-length gloves had been added to her costume, by her master, before her wrists had been shackled.

She loved rubber!

The tight and clinging material both felt and smelled good. It was like a second skin on her body. A harness ball-gag encased her head, and it was locked to her slavecollar with a padlock. Ropes had been added to her legs at ankles and above and below her knees, making a nice contrast to her black legs. She moaned loudly through her gag, to get her master's attention. She was so horny! Her shaved pussy was leaking juices. Master hadn't yet fitted her with the chastity-belt that had two solid rubber-dildos attached. Her aching body was waiting for them to enter her.

Finally, Master Henderson entered the room. As expected he held the chastity-belt in his hands as her approached her. But, why was he dressed in ordinary clothes, and not rubber-breeches as usual?

Laura was puzzled. "You are wondering why I'm dressed like this? I have to go to the village for shopping, today. There's almost no food left. It should only take a couple of hours before I'm back. Meanwhile; These two fellows should keep you busy." He said as he shoved the dildos home. The belt was finally locked onto her, and he stuffed the key in his shirt-pocket. He kissed her gently on her left cheek, patted her ass and left.

Laura was confused. She didn't mind her bondage, or the twin dildos, but something was wrong. She was sure about that, but she couldn't find out what it was. Then, suddenly, she got it. He hadn't activated the alarm! She screamed into her gag, but of course he couldn't hear her. The sound of his car fading away, meant that he had left. God! The door was locked, but no alarm was active. Laura just hoped that nobody was sneaking around out there...

Laura tried the best she could to enjoy her bondage, but she was too anxious about the alarm. How could he forget! Then, she heard a car approaching. He's back! she thought happily. A moment passed, and she heard noises. Two men at least were out there. She stiffened and her heart almost stopped.

Oh, my God! She heard glass being shattered and suddenly she knew that they would find her. Where's Master?

She heard them speaking together out in the hall. "I knew we would get our chance, one day. It was smart to keep this place under surveillance. I bet he's got lots of useful stuff here that we can sell later, but, let's hurry. He could be back in any moment."

"Yeah, I don't like this. You see, the alarm-system hasn't been activated. Let's get some stuff and get the hell out of here." the other guy said. Then, they entered the kitchen, where Laura was tied up, helpless and heavily gagged...

The burglars were all dressed in black. They even had stocking-masks over their heads. Laura was so afraid that she almost passed out. They looked very dangerous and mean.

"Well, look at this; A bitch in tight bondage. She's gorgeous. Look at her outfit! Man! Are we lucky. Let's get her out of here in a hurry. This bitch really could make us rich!"

"Yeah, the guy who owns this place, really is a man who knows how to treat women. Quick! Let's cut her down and let's get out of here." the other thug said, as he approached Laura with a big knife in his hand. She didn't have a chance as they hog-tied her and carried her with them to their van. She was dumped on the floor and one of the guys sat down beside her and started to fondle her tits.

"Hey, this bitch is the hottest thing I've ever seen, can't wait to rape her. But, she's wearing a chastity-belt and it's locked onto her. We'll get rid of that shit in our garage, back home. Let's go!" the bastard said, as the van started to move.

Laura was crying and for the second time in a week, she was tied-up in a van. She didn't know what fate awaited her this time, but she figured it would be bad. What a misery! If only Master could have activated the alarm. That would have scared these thugs away. They sure would rape her and maybe sell her, kill her or something. They definitely wouldn't set her free. I only hope that Master will come after me, before it's too late..Laura thought in her utter dispair, as the van brought her closer to her unknown destiny.

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Bob Henderson was just exiting the post office, where he had picked up some new and exciting bondage gear for Laura. It was a surprise-gift for her. A trainer ring-gag and a heavy 8 buckle Bishop-gag were just waiting to be placed on her beautiful face. Master Henderson wasn't pleased with her deep-throating skills, but he would teach her. This new ring-gag had been fitted especially for his cock, and once buckled onto her, she sure would learn to take his enormous meat all the way down. He was so excited about this, that he hurried into his van, before his pants burst! He kept thinking, as he started on the way back, what a lucky guy he was. A willing, little bondage slut had entered his boring life. He couldn't lose her.

He had decided that she would be kept in bondage for a very long time. Women belonged in tight ropes. They didn't need freedom. Once free, too many stupid ideas popped into their little heads; Female liberation, shopping malls, chatting with friends, phone talking and so on. Master Henderson shook his head, when he thought about all these ugly things. God! How he hated talking, giggling women! No! Rope, gags and some flimsy lingerie were all bitches needed. Sure, that's the way Laura would spend her life; Bondage life.

He kept imagining the bondage-position he had left Laura in today; All rubberclad, harness-gagged and the twin dildos. She sure would be sweaty and horny when he returned. He was glad that he was almost back now, because his cock was very angry and ready for abuse. He fondled the ring-gag as he was driving the last few meters up to his cabin. Something was wrong, very wrong! He saw shattered glass on the patio. Then he remembered; The alarm! He had forgotten to activate the alarm. That's why he hadn't been notified on his mobile-phone,as he usually would have, if someone tried to break in. Shit!

He ran into the cabin, in search for Laura, but she was gone. The poor thing. Someone must have kept this place under surveillance, just waiting for a chance. Bob Henderson searched the cabin for clues, but all he found were tracks from a van's tires and footprints from two men. They must have moved fast, because he hadn't seen any other car on his way back. He had been gone for two hours, so they already had quite a lead on him. He had to track them down, and rescue Laura. He couldn't live without her now. Bob Henderson was a former Navy Seals, so he was no stranger to violence.

Fortunately he had all the gear he needed right here; Guns, ammo, surveillance-gear, hi-tech equipment and a very determined mind. Fortunately, he had placed the harness-gag on Laura, that had a little radio-transmitter hidden in the rubber-ball with antenna's running within the face-straps. Because he had locked the harness on her with a padlock, he hoped that she still was wearing it. He turned on his computer, the radio and started to search. Yes! There it was. A faint signal. She was on the move. He placed a CD-ROM with detailed maps of this state into the lap-top, and began to track her location. They were heading towards Somerville, 60 miles from here. He took the lap-top with him, connected it to his cellular-phone and the radio-transmitter. The last thing he did, before driving off, was to change into his combat-gear. He was ready. Those motherfuckers who had kidnapped Laura sure would be sorry when he tracked them down......

Laura was lying on her back with her legs shackled to a spreader-bar that had been attached to a pulley and hoisted up in the air. All of her body was suspended in the air, except her back that was resting on her painfully and tightly tied arms. The men had added rope to her elbows, commenting as they did so, how sexy it looked. She had been brought to this room after her long and terrible ordeal in the van. It looked like dungeon of some sort. It wasn't as well equipped as Master's, but there sure were enough items here that sent shivers down her spine. She was wondering if all men had dungeons. The thugs had easily clipped off her chastity belt, and her shaved crotch felt very vulnerable and exposed between her rubber stockinged legs. She knew she was about to be raped.

She was still wearing her harness-gag, but not for long, because one of the captors were now about to break the padlock on this item as well. "There we go. Now don't you say a fucking word, bitch! Just keep your slut-mouth open and welcome this new gag. Think of it as a safety procedure. We can't risk having you bite our cocks off, now can we?" The vicious man said with a grin as he held a ring gag in front of Laura's desperate face. She knew she had to submit. There was no way for her to fight back. The gag was placed on her face, as tears started to run down her cheeks. Now, they could stuff their cocks into her mouth without problems. I only hope that they're not as hung as Master, Laura thought in despair.

Although she was in physical pain, humiliated and about to be raped, Laura couldn't help, as shockingly as it was, getting aroused by the whole thing. Her nipples got erect and very sensitive and her moist cunt was slowly starting to leak juices. She didn't know what was turning her on, but she figured that one of the reasons was the fact that her captors still were wearing their stocking masks. She had watched scenes like this on her lovely videos again and again while dreaming about the real stuff. Masked and brutal men forcing beautiful girls into bondage and discipline. Her subconciousness was waking up, although she tried to fight it back. She was helpless to it's cunning whim. It told her that this was what she really wanted. The men were noticing this too.

"Look at that cunt, man. This little slut really wants it, huh?"

"Yeah, told you she was the hottest thing I've ever seen!"

Their brutal hands found her weak spots and she moaned loadly into her gag, drooling heavily.

"Well then, bitch, it's feeding time. Daddy's got some hot meat for you." One of the thugs said as he opened his fly and held a thick and pungent cock in front of Laura's mouth. It soon was inserted into her mouth, and Laura accepted the heavy salami eagerly. What's happening to me? Laura thought, as her slut-instincts started to take control over her abused body.

Damn! Bob Henderson cursed. He was so angry. He'd lost track of Laura and her captors. The tracking system didn't work properly in this area. He was so close. He'd seen on his monitor that they had stopped a while ago, but now the system had broken down. She couldn't be far away, but where should he look? The captors had surely put their car in a garage somewhere, and he bet that they were in a secluded place. Shit!! He got out of his car, and started to search the area randomly...

Laura was laying spread-eagled on a bed. After all the abuse her captors had put her through, she was very tired. They had showered her, in her rubber-outfit! Fed her through her ring-gag, and she had been tied down to this bed for relaxation. Her ring-gag had been replaced by the harness ballgag, but she didn't complain. She had tried to sleep a bit, but her mind was in turmoil. Although she had been raped repeatedly, she still wanted more. She wiggled her toes, wet and sweaty in their rubberstockings, she had been wearing her rubber for a very long time now, and moaned through her gag. What are they going to do to me next, she thought with a smile on her stretched lips. She finally fell asleep in her bondage.

She was awakened by the noise of men talking loudly in the room next to her. There were more than two of them there. They soon entered her room, all four of them. Laura was curious and she mmphhed through her gag, what are these two guys doing here? Her captors were still wearing their masks, but the new guys didn't. They looked foreign, Arab or something, big and mean.

"So, this is the little bitch?" One of the Arab-looking men said.

"Yeah, she's the one. She's so hot, you can't believe it." one of her captors replied.

The Arab walked towards Laura and touched her rubberclad legs. "Nice lingerie. She's perfect. Just what sheik Abdullah wants. It's a deal. Mustafa here will pay you 500 thousand dollars, once she's secure in the box. You're sure that she's not going to be searched for, huh?"

"No. As I told you over the phone, she was grabbed while in bondage, and according to her reactions when we browsed her body, she sure didn't react like no victim of foul play. She's completely into bondage, totally!" one of her captors answered.

"Well, I believe you. You have provided us with hot sluts before, and we have never had any problems with investigations on these matters. Well, then, bitch. It's time for you to leave now. Mustafa here will have you secured in the box within minutes, and then we'll be on our way to the airport. You will spend the rest of your miserable life as a slave in sheik Abdullah's bondage harem in The kingdom of Yemenistan. Once there, you will join your bondage sisters from all around the world. The harem consists of nearly 40 slavesluts, of every race and size. We are highly professional slavers, and we break females every day. You see, bitch, that in our country, females have no rights, they're just playthings for us. If a man wants to buy a slavegirl, well, that's no problem, and remember that there will be no freedom for you anymore. See you later, sweetie. OK, Mustafa, she's all yours" he said with a vicious grin on his face.

Laura was shocked. I'm sold to an Arab sheik? They can't do this to me. Oh, please, no! Help me somebody! She screamed uncontrollably through her gag, but the men were all laughing at her futile attempts of escape. Mustafa walked towards her and slapped her face twice. "Shut up, bitch! If you don't behave, I'll see to that you'll be wearing the worst nipple-clamps ever made on your journey to Yemenistan. Is that what you want?"

Laura shook her head in resignation.

"Good. Your gag will stay on, so will your rubber-lingerie." he said as he cut her loose from her spread-eagled position. " OK, bitch. Turn around! " Laura did as she was told, on shaky legs. Mustafa placed rope on her wrists, and cinched her elbows tightly together, before lacing an armbinder of solid leather, tightly over her already useless arms.

Next came the hood. A rubberhood with only openings for her nostrils. It was the same kind of hood as Master had placed on her head three weeks ago in his apartment. Laura fought back her fear of suffocating inside that warm head-prison. Within moments she was ball-tied and carried to a box, lowered down inside, and then the lid was screwed down carefully. Laura was in great pain, but she would have to try and relax, difficult as it was, if she was going to survive this ordeal. How long will I stay inside the box, this time? Laura fought back tears, as she thought about her inhuman fate.

Bob Henderson was about to give up. There was no sign of Laura and her captors anywhere. God, was he angry. As he was about to leave, he noticed a black van, with sinister looking guys in it, driving past him. Well, well, perhaps here was something to investigate afterall. He followed the vehicle as it suddenly turned left on a well hidden dirt-road. Why had he not spotted that road before? He ran behind the car on a safe distance. This was definitely interesting. The car stopped outside a wooden shack well concealed in a little forest. It was impossible to find the place without a hint. Bob Henderson watched as the two men , foreign-looking went into the house. He was suddenly sure that this was the place where Laura was being kept. He hurried back to his car and fetched all the equipment that he would need to rescue her.

A few moments later he was ready. He entered the house, quietly. He was trained for moments like this. The house was unlocked, and he entered the building without a sound. No one was to be seen, but he heard faint voices from the basement. In the kitchen he spotted some bondage paraphernalia, and very determined he headed for the basement. Suddenly, he saw four men discussing the fate of a young girl, Laura. She was being carried into a box, balltied and hooded.

He was sure that she was Laura, because of her rubber outfit. He waited until she had been placed inside the box, before he made his entry.

"Well, then gentlemen, what have we got here, then? I think that the lady belongs to me." He said with his automatic weapon pointed towards the surprised men. "Move over here, hands up, on your knees!" The men did as they were told, reluctantly. Bob Henderson had them cuffed in seconds. He then added rope to their feet, and hog-tied them expertly. "So, you guys like bondage. Well, then I guess that you'll love this treatment, huh?"

He unscrewed the lid from the box, and carried Laura out of it.

Then, he wrenched the hood off her head, and Laura was shocked to see Master rescuing her. He made it! I knew that he would come after me, she thought happily. "Are you allright?" He said, and Laura nodded vigorously. He made no effort to remove her gag or bondage, but Laura could wait.

"I'll get back to you in a second, but first I'll have to deal with these assholes."

He stroked her pussy, and was surprised to find the wetness inside. "So, you really liked this treatment, these thugs have been giving you, bitch. Well, I'll punish you later for that, you stupid slut." He slapped her face in anger as he again faced the four thugs. "Guys, I'm sorry, but you'll all have to die, quickly. I can't take the risk of having you walking around alive, making another pass at Laura here." He grabbed the suitcase with all the money inside and started to gag the men with duct tape.

Once finished, he placed a bomb with a timer set to 5 minutes on the floor beside the men. "I'll take the money as a reward. Goodbye, then.." The men were frantically trying to get loose, but to no avail. Bob Henderson grabbed Laura and hurried for the car. Once inside, with Laura in the back, still bound and gagged, he took off, in a hurry. The explosion was faint, but he saw the fire in the rear mirror. Laura cried, thinking about her captors and their gruesome fate....

Laura was again in tight bondage. She was laying on the carpeted floor of their new home, ballgagged, hog-tied and nipple-clamped. Master was in the kitchen, making something to eat. It was two months since the terrible event in the woods. She had been punished a lot, since then, because of her sexual reaction to her kidnapping. Master had given her a lesson. And she had learned it the hard way.

He had sold the cabin and their apartments and used the money from the Arabs to buy this new home for them, secluded and in a different state than before. Nothing had happened to them after the event with the bomb. The police were certain that it had been a drug showdown, and no traces could be led back to them. Laura was happy in her slavery, although Master was still angry with her. She dreamed in her bondage, thinking about his enormous cock and his skills as a real master of pain and pleasure, but she couldn't help dreaming about what it would have been like, to be a slavegirl in the hands of a merciless Arab Sheik............