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Chapter 15

"Mnph mnph mnph," Riley snorted. Lana's hips pounded his ass, driving her dildo deep. Riley's head bounced jostling his mop of blonde hair about. She was bound on all fours. The light gleamed off his white sleeveless top as a pair of breast swung within it. The fleshy globes tugged at the straps of a baby blue nylon bra. The smooth cups struggled to maintain their grip on the heaving breasts.

Riley's tennis skirt was flipped up exposing his ass cheeks. Lana drove a black dildo into his ass like a piston. A pair of baby blue panties was stretched taut around his thighs.

"That's it you little bitch, take my cock," Lana hissed. A black latex catsuit highlighted the glossy curves of her body. A rigid corset squeezed her stomach and sturdy harness straps arched over her hips. The straps were buried deep between her rubber ass cheeks.

Lana pumped her hips as hard as she could. Each new thrust forced a breathy grunt from Riley. She reached around his thick thigh and grabbed his vagina. "You're going to have this for the rest of your life," she taunted. Riley mewed and shook his head 'no'.

The bedroom door opened. Karen entered with Sarah in tow. Sarah's arms were bound behind her back and mouth gagged upon entering. Karen led Sarah to the center of the room. She kicked the back of Sarah's knees, forcing the girl to the floor. A piston drove a stainless steel shaft up from the floor. When it was about six inches in height, it stopped. When Sarah was on her knees and face, Karen secured a small chain at the top of the rod to Sarah's collar.

"This servant girl was not listed in our database," Karen stated. She used the word 'servant' but 'slave' was clear from her tone. It was something that made Sarah's cheeks burn with anger.

"What does she want?" Lana gasped. "I'm busy."

"She claims that we abducted her and that she's going to the authorities," Karen stated.

Lana stopped pumping her hips. She moved back withdrawing the dildo from Riley's ass. She picked up a butt plug and rammed it between Riley's empty hole. She then plunged a fat dildo into Riley's vagina. With this done, she worked up Riley's sky blue nylon panties. They cleaved to Riley's round ass cheeks and molded to her vaginal mound.

After activating the dildos, Lana crawled off the bed. She strolled over to Sarah. Her spiked boots clicked on the marble floors. She crossed her arms and ordered, "Remove her gag."

Karen did as order. Lana squatted down before Sarah. She lifted up Sarah's chin with her index finger. "So we kidnapped you?"

"Yes. Well no. I mean, it was all a mistake. I was just wearing a costume I purchased from the gift shop. Karen mistook me for one of your servants. You must remember me. We had dinner a few days ago." Sarah did not reveal her plans to break into the server.

"I see." Lana stroked her chin. She strolled over to her desk and picked up a legal contract. She carried it back and squatted down before Sarah. She held it up so that Sarah could read it. "I signed an advertizing contract with your executive producer Jackie. When I asked for your contract, she gave you to me as a gift. I think she's a bit desperate for my business."

"Your contract had a transfer clause. You could certainly cancel your contract. However, you will have to pay me a penalty fee. If you fail to meet the terms of service or cancel early, then a fee of one million dollars is due and payable." She turned the contract to the appropriate page. "If you fail to pay this fee, I'll get a court ruling against you. Then you will be sold at auction as a slave."

Lana caressed Sarah's face and then gripped her neck. "So tell me," she snarled. "Do you have my money?"

"No. I don't have that kind of money," Sarah protested. "She can't do this to me."

Lana sneered and shook her head. She held Sarah's chin in her right hand. "Well sweetie, I guess you won't be terminating your contract." She grasped the strap to the ball gag and drew it across Sarah's face.

"No wait ... umph," Sarah objected. Lana forced the ball through Sarah's teeth. She buckled it and strapped it down. "Mmmnnn ," Sarah mewed and shook her head.

Lana stood to her feet. "I want her designated as a rubber girl." Lana thought a second and then added, "Make the reassignment permanent."

"Yes Mistress," Karen replied.

As Karen led Sarah from the room, Karen whispered to Sarah, "You really screwed up now." Sarah whimpered and began to struggle. When she looked back at the bed, Lana had mounted Riley again and was pumping into her ass."

Sarah danced about, perched atop a pair of ballet boots. Pain shot up her legs, and harsh light gleamed on glossy latex covered curves. It highlighted sleek legs, wide hips, full breasts, arms, and head. It was as if she had been dipped in it. This was not far from the truth. Layer upon layer of latex covered her. It even molded around her puckering anus and to her vaginal features.

Her wrists restraints were unhooked. Her arms were outstretched and secured to posts. Attendants wrapped a cincher around her waist. A cloth was wrapped around over top of it and cords attached it to a pair of cables. When a motor engaged, the wrap began to constrict. It compressed her waist, squeezing the hard plastic corset closure together. It cinched tighter and tighter, squeezing her waist in two. She heard a series of tiny clicks as the ends met. The rigid corset was fused, irremovable.

As her hands were balled into tiny fists and bound in thumbless mittens, a horrible realization came to her. It was one she refused to acknowledge up to this moment. She was dressed in the same attire as Adele. She mewed in a state of panic as her wrists were cuffed behind her back. A cable drew them up the center of her back until they attached to a small rod secured to the back of her collar. A black, clamshell tube was snapped around her forearms, fusing them into a single appendage behind her back. Trapped in a painful reverse prayer, she danced about as her shoulders burned.

Pain shot up her calves as she took mincing steps. Three sets of hobble chains and cuffs prevented anything else. She was led through a maze that left her completely confused and disoriented.

They led her into a small medical room. A medical exam lounge sat in the center. At her attendants prompting, Sarah sat down upon her rubber covered ass cheeks. They resembled a pair of rubber balls, glossy black, and round. A butt plug sat in the center of the lounge, her body weight forced the plug deep into her ass and the stuffed sensation returned.

Her hobble chains were released and her legs lifted into the air. She sat back upon the exam chair. A stifled moan escaped her rubber sealed lips. Trapped as her arms were in a reverse prayer, her entire weight was focused on her shoulders. Her legs were spread wide apart and her ballet boots secured in metal stirrups. Straps encircled her legs. They cinched down tight and dug into her rubber covered thighs. More straps encircled her chest. When tightened, her body was immobilized.

Three layers of latex and rubber hoods left her blind and deaf. Deprived of these vital senses, her mind focused on other impressions. Her thoughts centered on the chair beneath her and the bonds binding her. However, it was the horrible vulnerability of her spread thighs that consumed her thoughts.

The latex that covered her was special. It molded to her body like a new layer of skin. This included her vaginal lips and clitoris.

She felt movement between her legs. Something grasped her labium. A sudden snap gripped her sex. She screamed out in agony. A gold ring fitted and sealed through her rubber covered sex. She snorted in shallow gasps and shook her head. Another snap came with more pain. A second ring pierced her labium. Six rings pierced her labia, three on the left and three on the right. Then the tool turned horizontal and gripped her clitoral hood.

"Mmmww," she pleaded and then strained against her bonds in agony. A gold ring pierced her hood. A fat dildo inserted inside her. Then a gold T-bar was fed through the bottom ring near her anus, through the other rings, and then poised at her clitoris. A small length of gold chain was permanently affixed to the clitoral chain and the T-bar also secured with a small, heart-shape padlock.

She snorted in shallow breaths. The hands moved up to her breasts. She shook her head and whimpered. Pain cut through her from her left areola. Cross bars held a gold nipple shield in place. A three tiered gold chain was stretched across and another shield pierced her right nipple.

A hand gripped her chin. She mewed and tried to shake it loose. Tubes slid up her nasal passages. Horrible pain made her writhe as three rivets pierced her septum. A gold nose ring was fitted through a hole at the base. It hung down from her septum and rested over the smooth surface were her lips should have been.

Sarah felt a tug at her aching clitoris. A leash pulled at her clit chain. With her body freed from the straps, she struggled to her feet. With no idea where she was going, she followed the draw of the leash on her clit.

Sarah blindly followed the attendant. With every step, pain shot up her calves. Her butt cheeks undulated. This focused her mind on the butt-plug that stuffed her ass and the dildo that filled her vagina.

She stood still, unsure of her surroundings. Hands touched her thighs and moved to her butt cheeks. The plug jostled within her bottom as something plugged into it. Warm water began to flow inside her bowels, and urine drained from her full bladder. The plug began to vibrate, insuring all the solid waste was removed and she was cleansed. Sarah clenched her ass cheeks and mewed. The process always gave her cramps.

She felt activity at her ankles. A slight tug pulled at her ankle cuffs. By now she knew what a tethering chain felt like. She lifted up her right foot and felt the Y-chain tug at her left ankle.

The girl lowered a cable from the ceiling. She inserted a nose ring through Sarah's septum and clicked it shut. When the cable retracted, Sarah's nose was drawn up, raising her chin. She inserted a tube in Sarah's right nostril and fed it down into Sarah's stomach. Once in place, milky fluid filled the clear plastic tube and flowed into Sarah's stomach.

Sarah stood to one side of a small, square room. It was no bigger than most people's closets. The walls and the floor were brilliant white and padded. A single prison cot lay in one corner. The attendant picked up a can of spray buffing polish. She liberally coated Sarah's latex covered body. She buffed the black latex to a high-gloss sheen.

Sarah's feeding and cleansing tubes were removed. The chain was unhooked from the nose ring. She lightly touched Sarah's hips and moved her back. Sarah's ankles dragged the chain across the floor. At the girl's prompting, Sarah sat down on the edge of the cot. She wrapped wide straps around Sarah's ankles, just above her knees, and thighs. When cinched tight, they dug into her fleshy thighs.

Sarah was helped onto the cot. The girl positioned Sarah on her knees with her forehead resting on the bare mattress of the cot. A chain was clipped to her nose ring, stretched down, and then secured to her ankles. When this was done, the girl tugged on the butt-plug and pulled it from Sarah's ass. She opened a tube of KY lubricant and placed a glob on her index finger. Her finger wormed it between Sarah's tight ass cheeks and through her rubber sphincter. She smeared the lubricant all over the rubber starfish of Sarah's anus. Her finger probed into Sarah and lubed the rubber that extended a short way into her colon.

Sarah opened the door and beckoned. A bald man entered. He was a bronzed, naked hulk. His mule size cock waggled out before him as he walked. He climbed onto the cot behind Sarah and grasped her hips. A tiny groan escaped her sealed lips as the cock disappeared between her rubber ass cheeks. He began to pump his hips. The bed squeaked and meaty slaps broke the silence. High above Sarah's head, web-cameras stream video to the internet.

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