abdomen. That was when she realized that the suit had a panel in the crotch and that Frank was opening it to expose her sex. The pleasant coolness of the open air on her sex was mitigated by the realization that beyond being rigidly bound to the wall, thoroughly gagged, harnessed and encapsulated in the rubber suit, she was about to be sexually violated as well.
What’s he doing? No one said anything about sex. Is he going to fuck me? Well, that would be fun, I guess, but not in this rubber suit. What’s that he’s doing?
Frank had decided that Miss Katy, as cute and punishable as she was, needed a bit of hard disciplinary truth. He attached the thin steel band, similar to those around Katy’s head, to the front of her waist so that it hung vertically from just below her navel, fastened to the waist band. Then he slipped the band through a metal, medium sized, electronically controlled vibrator, added a second, slightly smaller one next to it, smeared both with lube, smeared some more lube on her sex and asshole and, without a word, pushed both plugs into the wall-bound girl’s private receptacles.
“EEEE, oooooo, ahhhh,” shouted Katy into the metal mouth plug. Very little sound emerged, but the twin steel plugs were now submerged into her tight little asshole and cunt. The lube and her sustained level of sexual excitement had made the impalement easy and Frank was already thinking that he should have used larger ones. Nevertheless, he pulled the band up through her anal divide and secured it at the back of the waist band with a sliding metal lock, making sure it was tight enough to neatly split her lower lips and spread her buttocks slightly as well. The locking band through her crotch had an adjustment, similar to that used to tighten hose clamps. Frank selected a short Phillips screw driver from his work belt and twisted the screw head, taking up the minute amount of remaining slack in the crotch band and driving the twin probes even deeper into their liquefied caves. Astonished that this was being done to her, Katy howled again, struggling against the clamps that held her to the wall.
“Well, Katy, you asked for it,” muttered Frank, encouraged by her resistance because, in spite of her boldness and candor, he wanted her to suffer from, or at least resist the dual impalement from the uninvited intrusions between her legs. He grinned at her, closed the rubber panel between her legs, carefully allowing the confining metal bands to slip through slots in the panel. Then he turned on the vibrators, gave one nipple a squeeze and left the room.
Katy spent the next eight hours sweating, writhing and tugging at the clamps that held her in the stretched spread eagle position on the wall. Anyone looking into the cell would see only a shining black, rubber clad figure, stretched against the wall, shuddering and wiggling, vainly trying to find release from the constricting metal bands, the horribly tight head harness and the vicious roto rooters in her crotch. The vibrators cycled on and off and she got her orgasms…more than she expected. In fact, she hadn’t really considered being impaled simultaneously with two dicks while stretched on the wall because she and F&E hadn’t discussed sex at all.
Well, no, she thought. That’s not totally correct. She wiggled her rubber-encased ass for the thousandth time, trying to unseat the vibrators. She talked to F&E in the car on the way to the camp about how she got off on self bondage, but this wasn’t what she expected. Being tied or chained wasn’t, as far as she was concerned, the same as being fucked by inanimate mechanical objects while stretched out and sealed in a latex suit with her head being squeezed by a harness and metal clamps. But that’s exactly what was happening to her and she struggled to grasp the totality of the game now being played. Would F&E let her go if she objected? No, she didn’t want that. This was too good a discovery. But at least they
What’s he doing? No one said anything about sex. Is he going to fuck me? Well, that would be fun, I guess, but not in this rubber suit. What’s that he’s doing?
Frank had decided that Miss Katy, as cute and punishable as she was, needed a bit of hard disciplinary truth. He attached the thin steel band, similar to those around Katy’s head, to the front of her waist so that it hung vertically from just below her navel, fastened to the waist band. Then he slipped the band through a metal, medium sized, electronically controlled vibrator, added a second, slightly smaller one next to it, smeared both with lube, smeared some more lube on her sex and asshole and, without a word, pushed both plugs into the wall-bound girl’s private receptacles.
“EEEE, oooooo, ahhhh,” shouted Katy into the metal mouth plug. Very little sound emerged, but the twin steel plugs were now submerged into her tight little asshole and cunt. The lube and her sustained level of sexual excitement had made the impalement easy and Frank was already thinking that he should have used larger ones. Nevertheless, he pulled the band up through her anal divide and secured it at the back of the waist band with a sliding metal lock, making sure it was tight enough to neatly split her lower lips and spread her buttocks slightly as well. The locking band through her crotch had an adjustment, similar to that used to tighten hose clamps. Frank selected a short Phillips screw driver from his work belt and twisted the screw head, taking up the minute amount of remaining slack in the crotch band and driving the twin probes even deeper into their liquefied caves. Astonished that this was being done to her, Katy howled again, struggling against the clamps that held her to the wall.
“Well, Katy, you asked for it,” muttered Frank, encouraged by her resistance because, in spite of her boldness and candor, he wanted her to suffer from, or at least resist the dual impalement from the uninvited intrusions between her legs. He grinned at her, closed the rubber panel between her legs, carefully allowing the confining metal bands to slip through slots in the panel. Then he turned on the vibrators, gave one nipple a squeeze and left the room.
Katy spent the next eight hours sweating, writhing and tugging at the clamps that held her in the stretched spread eagle position on the wall. Anyone looking into the cell would see only a shining black, rubber clad figure, stretched against the wall, shuddering and wiggling, vainly trying to find release from the constricting metal bands, the horribly tight head harness and the vicious roto rooters in her crotch. The vibrators cycled on and off and she got her orgasms…more than she expected. In fact, she hadn’t really considered being impaled simultaneously with two dicks while stretched on the wall because she and F&E hadn’t discussed sex at all.
Well, no, she thought. That’s not totally correct. She wiggled her rubber-encased ass for the thousandth time, trying to unseat the vibrators. She talked to F&E in the car on the way to the camp about how she got off on self bondage, but this wasn’t what she expected. Being tied or chained wasn’t, as far as she was concerned, the same as being fucked by inanimate mechanical objects while stretched out and sealed in a latex suit with her head being squeezed by a harness and metal clamps. But that’s exactly what was happening to her and she struggled to grasp the totality of the game now being played. Would F&E let her go if she objected? No, she didn’t want that. This was too good a discovery. But at least they
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