Oldie: Karen & Kim Part 2
Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 4:38 pm
(Part 2 -- and again, I did not write this, just passing it along to fellow Milovanians.)
The story so far:
Karen and her master, Thomas are playing a game in first class on a red-eye transcontinental flight. In the game, Karyn wears a harness that has an anal plug, a dildo, and clips for her clit and nipples. The plugs and clips are programmed by Thomas' remote control to vibrate at ever increasing intensities. If Karyn came forestall her orgasm for the two hours of the program, she gets to be dominant for half of the weekend. If she loses, she remains a slave.
Kim, the Asian flight attendant in first class, inserts herself into the game, and is seduced by Karyn into wearing the harness so that Karen can win the game. Once Kim is in the harness, Karyn reminds Master Thomas that he has forgotten to lock the harness with his controller. At this point, Kim realizes that she has been tricked, but resolves to not confess to Master Thomas and continue the game. Thomas locks the harness with his remote and decides to reward Karyn for her honesty with a free orgasm by setting all the vibrators on high.
Kim's wild gyrations in response to the vibrations give away the deception, and Master Thomas decides to punish the two girls. Kim, her will depleted by her overwhelming need to come, submits.
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And Now ... Part II
Karyn gave Master Thomas Jim's number and stood there, waiting.
"You can go now. Go back to whatever your supposed to be doing."
"But please Master ..." Kim started.
"Go. And stay out of the bathroom. No masturbating, not that it will do any good."
"Yes Master." Kim sighed as she turned away. She glanced back at Karyn, who was slumped into her seat with a smug look on her face.
'She may have got me now,' Kim thought to herself 'but I'll get even.' As she settled back into her jump seat she could see Master Thomas dialing the phone.
The intercom phone beeping roused Kim from her trance with a start. As she reached for the phone she glanced at her watch. It was almost time to land! Where had the time gone!
"Kim, are you all right?" It was Betsy, one of the coach cabin attendants "The phone rang five times before you picked-up."
The vibrations were really going now. Kim had to fight back her orgasm to answer Betsy.
"I'm all right," Kim replied, her voice quavering "I just feel a little shaky."
"Oh my god, you sound awful, I'll be right there."
"No, I'll be OK I'm just ..." It was too late, the line was dead.
Kim had just enough time to lock eyes with Karyn before Betsy came through the curtain. The look on Karyn's face was pure lust. She looked like she wanted to devour Kim.
Betsy burst through the curtain and she strode purposely to the front of the cabin to Kim's side. In a firm, but quiet, voice - no need to concern the passengers - she began questioning Kim.
"Do you feel feverish? Nauseated? ..."
Kim answered her questions with vague responses. She was hoping to make herself sound sick enough to get out of her pre- and post-landing duties, but not bad enough to make Betsy report the "illness." As Kim talked, she realized that the vibrations had leveled off at a mind numbing intensity. She also realized that she was literally shaking as she tried to delay her climax.
Betsy took the shaking to be signs of a fever. Kim was bathed in sweat and flushed from head to toe, so the diagnosis fit. She sat Kim down in her jump seat and buckled her in.
"Don't worry, you'll be all right. Do you need an ambulance?"
"No. Jimmy's picking me up. I'll be OK."
Betsy gave her the patented stewardess grim smile, patted her hand, and went about the pre-landing duties. Betsy turned her back.
Kim started to relax and, as the plane sunk towards the runway, began to succumb. Her orgasm started at the base of her clitoris. The pulsing sensations built slowly, the muscles deep in her pussy joining the pulse, then those of her anus contracting firmly around the plug and dildo. The contractions steadily increased and the orgasm spread to the tip of her clit. As it reached the tip, every muscle in her lower body contracted. She lifted in the seat, as far as the four point seatbelt would allow her. The peak of her come felt like a white-hot explosion in the center of her brain.
Instead of being over, the orgasm just subsided into the base of her clit, pulsing slowly.
A soft moan, almost as soft as a sigh, escaped from Kim's throat as the pulses began to grow once more and the sensation slowly crept out to the tip of her clit again. It was more intense this time. As it reached the tip of her clit and peaked, Kim could feel her anus grasp the plug, sucking it deeper into her ass. This time the white-hot explosion of her orgasm blanked out the peripheral vision. As the second climax retreated to the base of her clit again she could feel the clenched muscles in her legs relax, and she felt the lingering sensation caused by the seatbelt straps biting into her flesh.
As her third come started to rise, Kim met Master Thomas' gaze. His stare bore right through her. Her last thought was that she realized she'd been waiting her whole life to be forced to come like this. He owned her. She loved it. Just as the orgasm hit the tip of her clit the dildo swung around in its rotation, pressing deeply into her G-spot and her pussy slurped wetly around the invading prong. The white light enveloped her whole head as her third orgasm peaked just as the plane touched down.
She slumped in her seat. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes rolled into her head. Her hands wiped ineffectively at the drool seeping out of her mouth. She was dimly aware that the vibrations had begun to swiftly subside.
By the time the plane had taxied to the gate, and Betsy could make her way to her, Kim had begun to regain her composure. The vibrations had totally stopped. Kim had wiped the drool and sweat from her face, and had begun to worry about her wetness seeping though to show on the back of her skirt. She avoided Karyn and Thomas' eyes.
"You look a little better. I thought you were going to lose it big time just before we landed."
"Yeah, I thought so too. Thanks for taking care of me Betsy, I feel much better now."
"Why don't you slip out as soon as I get the door open. I'll cover for you."
"Thanks, I will."
'Then what do I do?' Kim thought to herself 'I can't believe it, but I'm still horny. I'll have to hook up with Master Thomas and Karyn in the terminal so they can take me to their place to meet Jimmy. This is going to be one hell of a weekend.'
"OK, there you go. Get some rest. Call me if you need anything. I'll see you after the weekend for the flight back."
"Thanks again Betsy. I'll see you Monday." Kim said as she grabbed her luggage and slipped out the door.
Halfway up the jetway she literally ran into the pair ambulance attendants.
'Shit!' Kim thought, 'Betsy had them call for an ambulance anyway.'
"Whoa there young lady," the lead attendant said as he placed a steadying hand on her arm, "are you OK? I think you should sit down." He gestured to the stretcher that his partner was readying.
"No. I'm OK now. I just felt a little sick during landing. I'll be OK."
"Look, do me a favor. Let me and Ben get you out to our ambulance before the passengers get into the jetway. We'll check you out in the ambulance, and if you're feeling all right we won't admit you. There is no one in the terminal, and as long as no one sees us we don't have to write this thing up."
Kim really didn't want to have to explain the evenings goings-on to her supervisor. "OK, lets get it over with." The assistant attendant took her luggage and put it on the rack under the stretcher.
The lead attendant helped her sit on the stretcher. His began to take her pulse at the wrist as the assistant swung Kim's legs onto the gurney. As the lead attendant was finishing the pulse count, the assistant began to fiddle with something on the end of the stretcher. Without her realizing it, he was strapping her ankles to the stretcher.
The lead attendant leaned over, looking into his gear bag and selecting an item. As he straightened up, Kim realized that he had a cervical collar. As he fastened it around her neck, Kim's hands reflexively flew up to her neck to grab the collar. Before they were half way up, the assistant had grabbed her wrists and held them down on the stretcher. While he grasped her wrists, the lead attendant swiftly buckled a wide strap around Kim's stomach, pinning her arms to her sides.
Kim started to protest, but the lead attendant anticipated her. As she opened her mouth to speak, he forced a rubber plug into her mouth. The hollow plug had a pear shaped body with a narrow neck and a wide flared base. Kim's jaw was forced apart, farther than she could open her mouth by herself, by the wide part of the pear body. As the plug was forced in farther, Kim's teeth snapped down onto the narrow neck, coming to rest between the body and base.
The gag filled Kim's mouth effectively, but she could breath through the hollow body of the plug. She couldn't open her jaws wide enough to get it out. The plug forced her tongue down so she couldn't get any leverage to push the gag out, or make more sound than a slight hum. Without the use of her hands, or the help of someone else, Kim would never be able to get the gag out of her mouth.
As he finished gagging her, the lead attendant placed an oxygen mask over Kim's nose and mouth. The clear rubber of the mask would effectively concealed the gag to all but the most observant passers-by.
Once Kim had been silenced, the assistant cinched a third strap from the stretcher. This one went around her legs just above her knees. While he did that, the lead attendant tightened the fourth strap around the cervical collar, holding her head down securely, then a fifth between her shoulders and waist. The assistant threw a thin blanket over Kim, hiding the straps, as the lead attendant began to wheel the stretcher out of the jetway.
In a little more than ten seconds, before any of the passengers had made it off the airplane, Kim had been captured, silenced, immobilized, and was now being kidnapped. As the first passengers, Karyn and Thomas, got off the plane they just caught sight of the attendants wheeling Kim out of the jetway and into the terminal. Karyn sighed and grabbed Thomas' arm. They exchanged knowing glances.
Kim struggled, to the extent she could, on the stretcher. She hardly even shook it. Between the gag and mask, not even a slight hum could be heard. Kim was really starting to get scared. The further the night had gone on, the deeper in trouble she got. What had started as a fling - a whim - was now beginning to look pretty severe. Sweat started to bead on her forehead and she began to struggle harder and hyperventilate.
"Now now, stop struggling. Its not going to do you any good anyway. We've just been sent to make sure you meet your commitment to Master Thomas. We're not going to hurt you. As a matter of fact, the only way you're going to get hurt is if you tip this thing over."
'Great,' thought Kim as she began to calm down, 'I thought I had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.' She began to get her breathing under control. As the attendants tipped the stretcher up to get her into the ambulance, Kim looked up at the lead attendant and noticed that his name - Bob
- was embroidered over the pocket of his uniform.
'Man, how much money do these freaks have anyway?" Kim thought, 'First Class tickets - OK, weekend houses - OK, custom-made bondage harnesses even, but an ambulance with uniformed attendants?' She shuddered. 'I will be punished for thinking of my Master as a freak?' Now she was really scared. It was one thing to feel dominated while you where coming, but now it was beginning to feel permanent.
The two attendants locked the stretcher into the back of the ambulance. Ben, the assistant, jumped out of the back of the ambulance, closed and locked the back doors, got into the front and began to drive off.
Bob at first busied himself around the back of the ambulance then he turned his attention to Kim. First he took off her shoes, then he unbuttoned and untucked her uniform top. He then worked the blouse down he body, undoing each strap as he came to it, moving the blouse below it, then re-tightening the straps around her body. At no time was more than one strap undone. Bob never undid the straps that held Kim's hands to her sides, he just pulled the garments under them. There was never enough slack for Kim's struggles to have any effect. When the blouse was free, Bob took her skirt the same way.
When Bob was finished, Kim was left wearing only the harness, the cervical collar, and the mask and gag. Going back to his gear bag, Bob took out four lined leather cuffs. The first two he was able to strap around Kim's ankles with little problem. Each cuff had a steel clip, which Bob attached to the sides of the stretcher - further reducing Kim's movement.
Getting the cuffs on Kim's wrists was a little more problematical. When he undid the strap holding her lower arms down, Kim began to struggle wildly. She couldn't quite get her hands up to the collar or gag, but she could almost make it to the strap around her upper torso. If she could just stretch a little further, she could get the strap free.
Bob let her struggle. He calmly began rooting in his pocket. As Kim's fingernails scraped across the cold metal of the buckle, Bob pulled a key chain out of his pocket. Kim hesitated for a second when she saw it. She instantly recognized the fob, it was identical to the one Master Thomas had used to make her his slave. As the recognition dawned on her, so did the realization that she was still incredibly horny. The fear provoked by her abduction had actually made her more so. Even as she went back to trying to reach the buckle, Kim began hoping that Bob pressed the button.
He did. Kim was instantly aware of the full power vibrations coursing through the plugs and clips. Her body reacted by stiffening - her arms reflexively abandoning the buckle to grasp the side rails of the stretcher. She felt her fifth orgasm of the night quickly approaching. A moan started deep in her throat, the gag and mask effectively kept the volume of the moan very low. The constriction of the straps adding to the helpless feeling that fed her horniness.
Bob took advantage of Kim's paralytic stiffening. Her quickly strapped a cuff to each wrist and clipped them to the sides of the stretcher. Just as Kim's orgasm began to peak, Bob flicked the switch again, stopping the vibrations. Kim convulsed in frustrations, lifting her tight little butt off the stretcher, straining against the straps.
Kim collapsed back, sinking into the stretcher, her muscles slack. Instead of replacing the strap around her middle, Bob loosened the strap around Kim's ankles and the one around her upper torso. She was then only held by the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the strap around her collar.
Bob searched out a small key on his ring and inserted it into the harness at her right breast. A quick twist, and the clip holding her erect nipple opened. He repeated the action at her left breast, then at the harness buckles at each shoulder. He then pealed the harness off her upper body down to the waist belt. He then moved to the lower part of the harness, unlocking the crotch strap and waistbelt then unlocking the clit clip. Tugging at the crotch strap, Bob slowly pulled the dildo from Kim's vagina. As the head of the dildo came out, Kim's juices began to flow down her inner thighs toward the stretcher and her tight opening began to wink closed.
She couldn't believe how wet she was. It felt wetter than after a man's sperm began to leak out after coming inside her. As she contemplated this, Bob wiped her juices from the dildo and began working the anal plug out. It finally came loose with an audible pop. Bob then worked the belts of the harness out from under her and began to store the harness in his gear bag. When he pulled his hand out of the bag he was holding two small metal balls. He used his other hand to stroke Kim's pussy to get her attention.
"Your really going to like this. These are called ben wa balls, the Japanese invented them. This one is hollow," he said as he inserted deep into Kim's pussy, "and this one is half filled with water," he continued, inserting the second after the first.
"They work like this, when the vibrator I'm going to put on you starts to make you come, the walls of your pussy start to contract and the contractions cause the water in the first ball to slosh around making it rock back and forth. The water filled ball knocks into the hollow ball. The hollow ball then nudges into your cervix. Each little nudge pushes you closer and closer to an orgasm, which makes your pussy contract more. After a while the building orgasm makes you start to squirm, which makes the water slosh around even more, which brings the orgasm closer, which makes you squirm a little more and your pussy convulse harder. Even strapped down as solidly as you are now, they can help make you come so hard it'll feel like your eyes are popping out.
"This," he said, holding up a blue silicone butterfly with attached elastic straps, "is one hell of a vibrator. It nestles right up against your pussy lips. The head of the butterfly rests right on your clit. You can buy these in better adult stores everywhere, but Master Thomas has modified this one. There are little gauges inside the body. As you come close to your orgasm, and your lips start to quiver, the gauges pick the movement up and slow down the vibrations. When the vibrations slow down, so do the contractions in you pussy and the balls stop nudging your cervix. When everything starts to calm down, the vibrations pick back up.
"The circuit in the harness I just took off is designed to eventually let you
- make you really - come. This little baby, on the other hand, will keep you on edge forever. Well, really only for six to eight hours. After that you become oversensitized and you'll come no matter how low the vibrations get. By that time though, your brains will be mush. You'll do anything for anybody, as long as they make you come. You'll be a slave for life."
As he talked, Bob was strapping the butterfly to Kim's pussy. He adjusted the elastic straps until he had it nestled just right against her pussy. Not too tight, not too loose, and positioned just so. He didn't turn it on. Kim was terrified. She wasn't sure if she should believe him. Slave for life? She knew she would do anything to come right now, but for life? Surely once she got control of herself back she would recover, wouldn't she? The implications made her head spin.
"These," Bob said as he held up a pair of alligator clips held together with a short piece of fine chain, "are real nipple clamps, not the soft little clamps Karyn used on you. They have serrated jaws. They'll hurt pretty bad at first, but you'll find that the pain really turns you on. There are nerves that go directly from the tip of your nipples to your clit - you can't help but love it. Karyn sometimes comes just from the clamps alone. And they'll hurt even worse when we take them off and the blood rushes back into your nipples."
Kim tried to thrash around as Bob attached the clamps, sure that she would hate them, but he was right. The pain was at first so bad that she froze, trying not to move so the clamps would shift and hurt even worse. Very quickly though, there became a pleasurable component to the pain. For every throb of pain in her nipples there was a throb of pleasure in her clit.
"And this," said Bob, holding up a leather bag, "is a sensory depravation hood. It has ear plugs, with little white noise speakers, so you won't be able to hear a thing. It also has eye pads that fit around your eyes so absolutely no light can get through. They won't hold your eyes closed, you'll be able to blink all you want, but you won't be able to see a thing. Tubes fit into your nostrils and into the hole in the gag, so you'll be able to breath. Unless we block the tubes to punish you for something. It laces on real tight. Once you're in it, you can't see, hear or talk. The only thing you'll taste is the rubber of the gag and the only thing you'll smell is the leather of the hood. Between the clamps, the vibrator and the balls, and this, you won't even know who you are.
Bob undid the strap around Kim's collar and began working the hood over her head. He got the earplugs in, then the eye pads over her eyes and the tubes in place, then worked her ponytail out a hole in the back. Then he laced the hood on tight. Once everything was in place, he started strapping Kim back down on the stretcher. Once he had her strapped down good, he started the white noise and the vibrator.
Kim felt the effect of the white noise first. It totally blanked out all sound, even the sound of her pulse and breathing. It was like floating in a totally silent space. The lack of sound was actually dizzying. She began to loose the sensation of the orientation of her body. She couldn't tell if she was lying on her back on a stretcher, or if she was hanging face down from the ceiling. The helpless feeling began to make her feel more and more like a will-less slave.
As the disorientation began to take its toll, the vibrator picked up speed. Because she had come so close to orgasm without actually coming while in the harness, it didn't take long for her to start to come. She could feel the muscles in her pussy starting to clench and relax, and the ben wa balls start to nudge her cervix. Each nudge sent a sensation from the cervix to her clit. Between those sensations, the throb from the nipple clamps, and the vibrations directly on her clit, she began to go over the edge. As soon as her pussy lips started to quiver, the vibrations subsided.
She began to pant through the gag. Her hips began to buck and twist, as much as the straps holding her down would allow, trying to make the balls move faster and harder. She did the same with her upper body, trying to swing the nipple clamps and increase the sensations to her clit. But the bondage was too good. She couldn't move enough to push herself over the edge. As she relaxed in frustration, she could feel the vibrations begin to ramp back up and the vicious cycle begin to repeat.
Bob watched for two full cycles, almost twenty minutes, before pulling a cell phone from his gear bag. He punched in the number while he watched Kim writhe and moan, begging with her body for an orgasm. He knew they had her. She would do anything for him if he would just let her come. All thoughts of anything, her job, her family, her boyfriend, faded from her mind. The only thing that mattered, the only reason for living, was to come. Bob only had to wait two rings for the call to be answered.
"We're about an hour away... No, she didn't give us any trouble... Nope, it was close, but she hasn't come... Oh yeah, she'll be ready to fuck anything by the time we get there, she's ready now... Is the boyfriend going to come over?... Great, I can't wait to start on him, does he suspect?"
End of Part II
The story so far:
Karen and her master, Thomas are playing a game in first class on a red-eye transcontinental flight. In the game, Karyn wears a harness that has an anal plug, a dildo, and clips for her clit and nipples. The plugs and clips are programmed by Thomas' remote control to vibrate at ever increasing intensities. If Karyn came forestall her orgasm for the two hours of the program, she gets to be dominant for half of the weekend. If she loses, she remains a slave.
Kim, the Asian flight attendant in first class, inserts herself into the game, and is seduced by Karyn into wearing the harness so that Karen can win the game. Once Kim is in the harness, Karyn reminds Master Thomas that he has forgotten to lock the harness with his controller. At this point, Kim realizes that she has been tricked, but resolves to not confess to Master Thomas and continue the game. Thomas locks the harness with his remote and decides to reward Karyn for her honesty with a free orgasm by setting all the vibrators on high.
Kim's wild gyrations in response to the vibrations give away the deception, and Master Thomas decides to punish the two girls. Kim, her will depleted by her overwhelming need to come, submits.
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And Now ... Part II
Karyn gave Master Thomas Jim's number and stood there, waiting.
"You can go now. Go back to whatever your supposed to be doing."
"But please Master ..." Kim started.
"Go. And stay out of the bathroom. No masturbating, not that it will do any good."
"Yes Master." Kim sighed as she turned away. She glanced back at Karyn, who was slumped into her seat with a smug look on her face.
'She may have got me now,' Kim thought to herself 'but I'll get even.' As she settled back into her jump seat she could see Master Thomas dialing the phone.
The intercom phone beeping roused Kim from her trance with a start. As she reached for the phone she glanced at her watch. It was almost time to land! Where had the time gone!
"Kim, are you all right?" It was Betsy, one of the coach cabin attendants "The phone rang five times before you picked-up."
The vibrations were really going now. Kim had to fight back her orgasm to answer Betsy.
"I'm all right," Kim replied, her voice quavering "I just feel a little shaky."
"Oh my god, you sound awful, I'll be right there."
"No, I'll be OK I'm just ..." It was too late, the line was dead.
Kim had just enough time to lock eyes with Karyn before Betsy came through the curtain. The look on Karyn's face was pure lust. She looked like she wanted to devour Kim.
Betsy burst through the curtain and she strode purposely to the front of the cabin to Kim's side. In a firm, but quiet, voice - no need to concern the passengers - she began questioning Kim.
"Do you feel feverish? Nauseated? ..."
Kim answered her questions with vague responses. She was hoping to make herself sound sick enough to get out of her pre- and post-landing duties, but not bad enough to make Betsy report the "illness." As Kim talked, she realized that the vibrations had leveled off at a mind numbing intensity. She also realized that she was literally shaking as she tried to delay her climax.
Betsy took the shaking to be signs of a fever. Kim was bathed in sweat and flushed from head to toe, so the diagnosis fit. She sat Kim down in her jump seat and buckled her in.
"Don't worry, you'll be all right. Do you need an ambulance?"
"No. Jimmy's picking me up. I'll be OK."
Betsy gave her the patented stewardess grim smile, patted her hand, and went about the pre-landing duties. Betsy turned her back.
Kim started to relax and, as the plane sunk towards the runway, began to succumb. Her orgasm started at the base of her clitoris. The pulsing sensations built slowly, the muscles deep in her pussy joining the pulse, then those of her anus contracting firmly around the plug and dildo. The contractions steadily increased and the orgasm spread to the tip of her clit. As it reached the tip, every muscle in her lower body contracted. She lifted in the seat, as far as the four point seatbelt would allow her. The peak of her come felt like a white-hot explosion in the center of her brain.
Instead of being over, the orgasm just subsided into the base of her clit, pulsing slowly.
A soft moan, almost as soft as a sigh, escaped from Kim's throat as the pulses began to grow once more and the sensation slowly crept out to the tip of her clit again. It was more intense this time. As it reached the tip of her clit and peaked, Kim could feel her anus grasp the plug, sucking it deeper into her ass. This time the white-hot explosion of her orgasm blanked out the peripheral vision. As the second climax retreated to the base of her clit again she could feel the clenched muscles in her legs relax, and she felt the lingering sensation caused by the seatbelt straps biting into her flesh.
As her third come started to rise, Kim met Master Thomas' gaze. His stare bore right through her. Her last thought was that she realized she'd been waiting her whole life to be forced to come like this. He owned her. She loved it. Just as the orgasm hit the tip of her clit the dildo swung around in its rotation, pressing deeply into her G-spot and her pussy slurped wetly around the invading prong. The white light enveloped her whole head as her third orgasm peaked just as the plane touched down.
She slumped in her seat. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes rolled into her head. Her hands wiped ineffectively at the drool seeping out of her mouth. She was dimly aware that the vibrations had begun to swiftly subside.
By the time the plane had taxied to the gate, and Betsy could make her way to her, Kim had begun to regain her composure. The vibrations had totally stopped. Kim had wiped the drool and sweat from her face, and had begun to worry about her wetness seeping though to show on the back of her skirt. She avoided Karyn and Thomas' eyes.
"You look a little better. I thought you were going to lose it big time just before we landed."
"Yeah, I thought so too. Thanks for taking care of me Betsy, I feel much better now."
"Why don't you slip out as soon as I get the door open. I'll cover for you."
"Thanks, I will."
'Then what do I do?' Kim thought to herself 'I can't believe it, but I'm still horny. I'll have to hook up with Master Thomas and Karyn in the terminal so they can take me to their place to meet Jimmy. This is going to be one hell of a weekend.'
"OK, there you go. Get some rest. Call me if you need anything. I'll see you after the weekend for the flight back."
"Thanks again Betsy. I'll see you Monday." Kim said as she grabbed her luggage and slipped out the door.
Halfway up the jetway she literally ran into the pair ambulance attendants.
'Shit!' Kim thought, 'Betsy had them call for an ambulance anyway.'
"Whoa there young lady," the lead attendant said as he placed a steadying hand on her arm, "are you OK? I think you should sit down." He gestured to the stretcher that his partner was readying.
"No. I'm OK now. I just felt a little sick during landing. I'll be OK."
"Look, do me a favor. Let me and Ben get you out to our ambulance before the passengers get into the jetway. We'll check you out in the ambulance, and if you're feeling all right we won't admit you. There is no one in the terminal, and as long as no one sees us we don't have to write this thing up."
Kim really didn't want to have to explain the evenings goings-on to her supervisor. "OK, lets get it over with." The assistant attendant took her luggage and put it on the rack under the stretcher.
The lead attendant helped her sit on the stretcher. His began to take her pulse at the wrist as the assistant swung Kim's legs onto the gurney. As the lead attendant was finishing the pulse count, the assistant began to fiddle with something on the end of the stretcher. Without her realizing it, he was strapping her ankles to the stretcher.
The lead attendant leaned over, looking into his gear bag and selecting an item. As he straightened up, Kim realized that he had a cervical collar. As he fastened it around her neck, Kim's hands reflexively flew up to her neck to grab the collar. Before they were half way up, the assistant had grabbed her wrists and held them down on the stretcher. While he grasped her wrists, the lead attendant swiftly buckled a wide strap around Kim's stomach, pinning her arms to her sides.
Kim started to protest, but the lead attendant anticipated her. As she opened her mouth to speak, he forced a rubber plug into her mouth. The hollow plug had a pear shaped body with a narrow neck and a wide flared base. Kim's jaw was forced apart, farther than she could open her mouth by herself, by the wide part of the pear body. As the plug was forced in farther, Kim's teeth snapped down onto the narrow neck, coming to rest between the body and base.
The gag filled Kim's mouth effectively, but she could breath through the hollow body of the plug. She couldn't open her jaws wide enough to get it out. The plug forced her tongue down so she couldn't get any leverage to push the gag out, or make more sound than a slight hum. Without the use of her hands, or the help of someone else, Kim would never be able to get the gag out of her mouth.
As he finished gagging her, the lead attendant placed an oxygen mask over Kim's nose and mouth. The clear rubber of the mask would effectively concealed the gag to all but the most observant passers-by.
Once Kim had been silenced, the assistant cinched a third strap from the stretcher. This one went around her legs just above her knees. While he did that, the lead attendant tightened the fourth strap around the cervical collar, holding her head down securely, then a fifth between her shoulders and waist. The assistant threw a thin blanket over Kim, hiding the straps, as the lead attendant began to wheel the stretcher out of the jetway.
In a little more than ten seconds, before any of the passengers had made it off the airplane, Kim had been captured, silenced, immobilized, and was now being kidnapped. As the first passengers, Karyn and Thomas, got off the plane they just caught sight of the attendants wheeling Kim out of the jetway and into the terminal. Karyn sighed and grabbed Thomas' arm. They exchanged knowing glances.
Kim struggled, to the extent she could, on the stretcher. She hardly even shook it. Between the gag and mask, not even a slight hum could be heard. Kim was really starting to get scared. The further the night had gone on, the deeper in trouble she got. What had started as a fling - a whim - was now beginning to look pretty severe. Sweat started to bead on her forehead and she began to struggle harder and hyperventilate.
"Now now, stop struggling. Its not going to do you any good anyway. We've just been sent to make sure you meet your commitment to Master Thomas. We're not going to hurt you. As a matter of fact, the only way you're going to get hurt is if you tip this thing over."
'Great,' thought Kim as she began to calm down, 'I thought I had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.' She began to get her breathing under control. As the attendants tipped the stretcher up to get her into the ambulance, Kim looked up at the lead attendant and noticed that his name - Bob
- was embroidered over the pocket of his uniform.
'Man, how much money do these freaks have anyway?" Kim thought, 'First Class tickets - OK, weekend houses - OK, custom-made bondage harnesses even, but an ambulance with uniformed attendants?' She shuddered. 'I will be punished for thinking of my Master as a freak?' Now she was really scared. It was one thing to feel dominated while you where coming, but now it was beginning to feel permanent.
The two attendants locked the stretcher into the back of the ambulance. Ben, the assistant, jumped out of the back of the ambulance, closed and locked the back doors, got into the front and began to drive off.
Bob at first busied himself around the back of the ambulance then he turned his attention to Kim. First he took off her shoes, then he unbuttoned and untucked her uniform top. He then worked the blouse down he body, undoing each strap as he came to it, moving the blouse below it, then re-tightening the straps around her body. At no time was more than one strap undone. Bob never undid the straps that held Kim's hands to her sides, he just pulled the garments under them. There was never enough slack for Kim's struggles to have any effect. When the blouse was free, Bob took her skirt the same way.
When Bob was finished, Kim was left wearing only the harness, the cervical collar, and the mask and gag. Going back to his gear bag, Bob took out four lined leather cuffs. The first two he was able to strap around Kim's ankles with little problem. Each cuff had a steel clip, which Bob attached to the sides of the stretcher - further reducing Kim's movement.
Getting the cuffs on Kim's wrists was a little more problematical. When he undid the strap holding her lower arms down, Kim began to struggle wildly. She couldn't quite get her hands up to the collar or gag, but she could almost make it to the strap around her upper torso. If she could just stretch a little further, she could get the strap free.
Bob let her struggle. He calmly began rooting in his pocket. As Kim's fingernails scraped across the cold metal of the buckle, Bob pulled a key chain out of his pocket. Kim hesitated for a second when she saw it. She instantly recognized the fob, it was identical to the one Master Thomas had used to make her his slave. As the recognition dawned on her, so did the realization that she was still incredibly horny. The fear provoked by her abduction had actually made her more so. Even as she went back to trying to reach the buckle, Kim began hoping that Bob pressed the button.
He did. Kim was instantly aware of the full power vibrations coursing through the plugs and clips. Her body reacted by stiffening - her arms reflexively abandoning the buckle to grasp the side rails of the stretcher. She felt her fifth orgasm of the night quickly approaching. A moan started deep in her throat, the gag and mask effectively kept the volume of the moan very low. The constriction of the straps adding to the helpless feeling that fed her horniness.
Bob took advantage of Kim's paralytic stiffening. Her quickly strapped a cuff to each wrist and clipped them to the sides of the stretcher. Just as Kim's orgasm began to peak, Bob flicked the switch again, stopping the vibrations. Kim convulsed in frustrations, lifting her tight little butt off the stretcher, straining against the straps.
Kim collapsed back, sinking into the stretcher, her muscles slack. Instead of replacing the strap around her middle, Bob loosened the strap around Kim's ankles and the one around her upper torso. She was then only held by the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the strap around her collar.
Bob searched out a small key on his ring and inserted it into the harness at her right breast. A quick twist, and the clip holding her erect nipple opened. He repeated the action at her left breast, then at the harness buckles at each shoulder. He then pealed the harness off her upper body down to the waist belt. He then moved to the lower part of the harness, unlocking the crotch strap and waistbelt then unlocking the clit clip. Tugging at the crotch strap, Bob slowly pulled the dildo from Kim's vagina. As the head of the dildo came out, Kim's juices began to flow down her inner thighs toward the stretcher and her tight opening began to wink closed.
She couldn't believe how wet she was. It felt wetter than after a man's sperm began to leak out after coming inside her. As she contemplated this, Bob wiped her juices from the dildo and began working the anal plug out. It finally came loose with an audible pop. Bob then worked the belts of the harness out from under her and began to store the harness in his gear bag. When he pulled his hand out of the bag he was holding two small metal balls. He used his other hand to stroke Kim's pussy to get her attention.
"Your really going to like this. These are called ben wa balls, the Japanese invented them. This one is hollow," he said as he inserted deep into Kim's pussy, "and this one is half filled with water," he continued, inserting the second after the first.
"They work like this, when the vibrator I'm going to put on you starts to make you come, the walls of your pussy start to contract and the contractions cause the water in the first ball to slosh around making it rock back and forth. The water filled ball knocks into the hollow ball. The hollow ball then nudges into your cervix. Each little nudge pushes you closer and closer to an orgasm, which makes your pussy contract more. After a while the building orgasm makes you start to squirm, which makes the water slosh around even more, which brings the orgasm closer, which makes you squirm a little more and your pussy convulse harder. Even strapped down as solidly as you are now, they can help make you come so hard it'll feel like your eyes are popping out.
"This," he said, holding up a blue silicone butterfly with attached elastic straps, "is one hell of a vibrator. It nestles right up against your pussy lips. The head of the butterfly rests right on your clit. You can buy these in better adult stores everywhere, but Master Thomas has modified this one. There are little gauges inside the body. As you come close to your orgasm, and your lips start to quiver, the gauges pick the movement up and slow down the vibrations. When the vibrations slow down, so do the contractions in you pussy and the balls stop nudging your cervix. When everything starts to calm down, the vibrations pick back up.
"The circuit in the harness I just took off is designed to eventually let you
- make you really - come. This little baby, on the other hand, will keep you on edge forever. Well, really only for six to eight hours. After that you become oversensitized and you'll come no matter how low the vibrations get. By that time though, your brains will be mush. You'll do anything for anybody, as long as they make you come. You'll be a slave for life."
As he talked, Bob was strapping the butterfly to Kim's pussy. He adjusted the elastic straps until he had it nestled just right against her pussy. Not too tight, not too loose, and positioned just so. He didn't turn it on. Kim was terrified. She wasn't sure if she should believe him. Slave for life? She knew she would do anything to come right now, but for life? Surely once she got control of herself back she would recover, wouldn't she? The implications made her head spin.
"These," Bob said as he held up a pair of alligator clips held together with a short piece of fine chain, "are real nipple clamps, not the soft little clamps Karyn used on you. They have serrated jaws. They'll hurt pretty bad at first, but you'll find that the pain really turns you on. There are nerves that go directly from the tip of your nipples to your clit - you can't help but love it. Karyn sometimes comes just from the clamps alone. And they'll hurt even worse when we take them off and the blood rushes back into your nipples."
Kim tried to thrash around as Bob attached the clamps, sure that she would hate them, but he was right. The pain was at first so bad that she froze, trying not to move so the clamps would shift and hurt even worse. Very quickly though, there became a pleasurable component to the pain. For every throb of pain in her nipples there was a throb of pleasure in her clit.
"And this," said Bob, holding up a leather bag, "is a sensory depravation hood. It has ear plugs, with little white noise speakers, so you won't be able to hear a thing. It also has eye pads that fit around your eyes so absolutely no light can get through. They won't hold your eyes closed, you'll be able to blink all you want, but you won't be able to see a thing. Tubes fit into your nostrils and into the hole in the gag, so you'll be able to breath. Unless we block the tubes to punish you for something. It laces on real tight. Once you're in it, you can't see, hear or talk. The only thing you'll taste is the rubber of the gag and the only thing you'll smell is the leather of the hood. Between the clamps, the vibrator and the balls, and this, you won't even know who you are.
Bob undid the strap around Kim's collar and began working the hood over her head. He got the earplugs in, then the eye pads over her eyes and the tubes in place, then worked her ponytail out a hole in the back. Then he laced the hood on tight. Once everything was in place, he started strapping Kim back down on the stretcher. Once he had her strapped down good, he started the white noise and the vibrator.
Kim felt the effect of the white noise first. It totally blanked out all sound, even the sound of her pulse and breathing. It was like floating in a totally silent space. The lack of sound was actually dizzying. She began to loose the sensation of the orientation of her body. She couldn't tell if she was lying on her back on a stretcher, or if she was hanging face down from the ceiling. The helpless feeling began to make her feel more and more like a will-less slave.
As the disorientation began to take its toll, the vibrator picked up speed. Because she had come so close to orgasm without actually coming while in the harness, it didn't take long for her to start to come. She could feel the muscles in her pussy starting to clench and relax, and the ben wa balls start to nudge her cervix. Each nudge sent a sensation from the cervix to her clit. Between those sensations, the throb from the nipple clamps, and the vibrations directly on her clit, she began to go over the edge. As soon as her pussy lips started to quiver, the vibrations subsided.
She began to pant through the gag. Her hips began to buck and twist, as much as the straps holding her down would allow, trying to make the balls move faster and harder. She did the same with her upper body, trying to swing the nipple clamps and increase the sensations to her clit. But the bondage was too good. She couldn't move enough to push herself over the edge. As she relaxed in frustration, she could feel the vibrations begin to ramp back up and the vicious cycle begin to repeat.
Bob watched for two full cycles, almost twenty minutes, before pulling a cell phone from his gear bag. He punched in the number while he watched Kim writhe and moan, begging with her body for an orgasm. He knew they had her. She would do anything for him if he would just let her come. All thoughts of anything, her job, her family, her boyfriend, faded from her mind. The only thing that mattered, the only reason for living, was to come. Bob only had to wait two rings for the call to be answered.
"We're about an hour away... No, she didn't give us any trouble... Nope, it was close, but she hasn't come... Oh yeah, she'll be ready to fuck anything by the time we get there, she's ready now... Is the boyfriend going to come over?... Great, I can't wait to start on him, does he suspect?"
End of Part II