Mira's Collection

Mira's Collection

By

Allison Wonderland

Chapter One - Molly

Molly's useless hands pawed at her crotch as best they could. Even if they weren't taped into fists there was nothing they could do to stop the vibrating dildo and butt plug buried deep inside her, encased as she was in leather, but the reaction was reflexive. Molly fell to her knees, her paw-like hands still pressed against her lower region. Just as she was about to orgasm, the vibrations stopped. Molly struggled to stand, but the short hobble chair connecting her feet caused her to slip and fall. Her heavy breathing was inhibited by the tight corset she was wearing, and the ball gag in her mouth. Tears welled up in Molly's eyes as she recalled how her current situation had come about.

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To say Molly had few friends would be a gross understatement. She was new in town, new to the country actually. The person with whom she shared the greatest emotional bond within a thousand miles was the guy at the gas station who let keep a bottle of soda even though she was two cents short of the purchase price.

She was fresh out of college, and decided to try her hand at the whole backpacking cliché. The States were cheaper than a plane ticket, so she started there. Nowadays, hitch hiking is a lot more difficult. Fewer and fewer people are willing to pick up strangers. Still, Molly managed to get picked up by a nice woman in her early 30's who offered to drive her as far as New York. She introduced herself a Mira, and the two began to talk. Young and naïve, she gave out a little too much information. Mira saw an opportunity. She offered her young passenger some coffee from a thermos, which Molly gladly accepted. Molly was too busy spilling her guts to realize that Mira wasn't drinking any coffee herself. The drug took effect almost immediately, and Molly began to feel drowsy. She trusted her new friend though, and felt perfectly safe nodding off for just a little while.
She awoke several hours later, dazed and confused. Her jaw hurt. Lots things hurt actually, but it felt like there was something filling her mouth. She went to touch her mouth to find out what it was, but found that she was lying on a table, and her arms were secured to either corner above her head. More than that though, her hands were balled into fists, and held that way somehow. She tried to move her head to see what was going on, but he was held down as well. Her scream was muffled by whatever was filling her mouth.

Molly lied on the table awake for at least an hour, and for god knows how long unconscious. She struggled quite a bit at first, but eventually gave up. Her arms and legs were held securely, as was her head. Overtop of the skintight black leather catsuit she had been stuffed into was a tight corset in matching material. Similar mitts were fitted over her taped hands. Her feet were in high-heeled boots built into the catsuit. The only part of her body not covered in leather was her face. Her red hair was held in a pony tail and fed out the back of a mask that covered her entire head, save the face. It was on overtop of the rubber ball gag that filled her mouth.

After roughly an hour, Molly suddenly became keenly aware of the final components of her new outfit. The dildo and butt plug jumped to life, startling her. She began struggling again, trying hard not to be turned on by the toys. Just as she was on the cusp of an orgasm, they stopped.
Molly's mind raced. She tried to remember what the last thing she remembered was. She didn't have to think long, because soon Mira was looming above her, directly in her field of vision.

"Well how have we been holding up?" asked Mira, sliding her hand down Molly's leather covered body.
Molly tensed and grunted in protest.

"Sorry, that's not the answer I was looking for," said Mira. She pressed a button on a remote control in her hand, and Molly suddenly felt clamps close shut on her nipples. The clamps then began to vibrate. Another button made the butt plug return to life. Mira left Molly squirming and doing her best to scream. She was still held tight to the table.

Mira returned a while later, turned off the butt plug, then deactivated the clamps. Molly managed a pretty impressive scream considering her gag as the blood rushed back into her sore nipples.

"Now, I'm going to take the gag out and give you a drink of water. Not that it'll do any good, as this room is soundproof, but if you scream or try to speak, it's going right back in. Do you understand?"
Molly grunted in the affirmative.

After undoing the head strap, Mira produced a key, and unlocked the collar that was made sure neither the catsuit nor the mask could be removed. After taking the mask off, she locked the collar again. Mira then unbuckled the gag. Molly worked her jaw painfully. She wanted to say something, but she was already afraid of her captor.
Mira pushed Molly's head upright, and held a glass of water to her mouth. Molly drank the water greedily. Mira picked the gag back up.
"Open," she said.
"No, please," said Molly shaking her head, tears in her eyes.

Mira pressed a button on her control and the dildo sprang to life. Molly opened her mouth to scream in surprise and the ball gag was shoved back it. Molly cried as Mira buckled it back into place.
"You are going to wish you hadn't done that," said Mira flatly.

The dildo stopped, but the clamps bit back down on her already tender nipples. Despite Molly's struggles, Mira had no trouble replacing the mask and strapping her head back down. Once again all Molly could see was the ceiling. Soon, she couldn't even see that, as Mira added a blindfold with a pad for each eye. Mira unstrapped Molly's head, attached the blindfold and strapped it back down. The blindfold soaked up Molly's tears. Before she left, Mira activated the vibrator on the nipple clamps and the butt plug.

Molly was left this way for quite a while. She couldn't determine how long, she had lost all meaningful track of time. She began to become keenly aware of the need to use the washroom, but clearly she was in no position to do so. The butt plug vibrating didn't help much either. With the blindfold over her eyes, and nothing to listen to but the hum of the vibrators and her own muffled grunts, Molly could do nothing but focus on the pain. She began crying again, although it was undetectable under the blindfold.

By the time Mira returned, Molly was ready to burst. She had no way of communicating this to her captor, and no idea if anything would be done about it if she could. Mira seemed to have everything under control though. Molly couldn't see what was going on, but out of the corner of her eyes she could see Mira doing something at the far end of the table she was tied to. Before long, Molly could feel her bladder emptying, seemingly on its own, just as her anus began to fill with warm water. Frightened, she resumed her hobby of futile struggling.

Mira walked to the other end of the table and stroked Molly's leather-covered head.
"Ssh pet. We just need to clean you out," she held up the remote control "We don't need to make this anymore painful than it needs to be."
Molly took the hint and settled down.

Her bladder quickly emptied and Mira removed the tube connecting to the catheter. Molly's anus was filled to capacity with water and then emptied 6 times in total, which cleared it of waste. Before removing the tube, however, Mira gave Molly one final enema, but didn't pump the water out. She merely removed the tube, and activated the butt plug. Mira removed Molly's blindfold and undid the strap holding her head down.
"Now there are two ways we can do this. Either you agree to do exactly what I tell you the second I tell you and I let you off this table, or I keep you strapped here for another day with your ass full of water and see what you say then. So, are you going to be a good girl and do what you're told?"
Molly shook her head yes. Her whole body ached; all she wanted to do was get off this table. Mira turned off the butt plug and emptied Molly of water, then wheeled the machine she was using away. When she returned, she undid one of Molly's legs and attached a short chain to a D ring on the boot. Then she released the other leg, and attached the other end of the chain to the other D ring. After that came the arms. Finally, Mira removed the blindfold. Mira helped Molly to her feet. The high heels combined with the short chain and the fact that she'd been tightly bound for more than 24 hours made walking a bit of an ordeal. Molly proved to be a quick study though, especially thanks to the helpful encouragement Mira offered via riding crop.
For the first time since she arrived there Molly got a good look at the room she was it. It was a small room, the table she had been strapped to took up much of the center of the room. The walls were padded and covered with racks of whips, crops and sex toys. There were two strong looking wooden doors on either side of the northernmost corner of the room.

Mira opened one of the doors, and walked inside. Molly didn't know if she was expected to follow, and stood still for a moment. She quickly guessed her mistake, when her dildo and butt plugs both activated as one. Molly's useless hands pawed at her crotch as best they could. She fell to her knees. Just before she could orgasm, the buzzing toys stopped. Molly's eyes welled up with tears as she recalled how she came to be in her current predicament. The trip down memory lane was short lived, as Mira soon returned with the riding crop.

Mira lead Molly into the next room, which contained a leather couch, a table with one chair, and another door that lead into what appeared to be a kitchen. Mira pushed Molly to her knees, and told her to stay put. Molly did as she was told, and Mira went into the kitchen. She reappeared a few minutes later with a dog bowl full of oatmeal, which she placed on the ground near Molly.

Mira walked behind Molly and unlocked her collar, removing the mask and gag.
"Eat up," she said. Molly looked up at Mira and held up her paw-like hands.
"I'm sure you're figure out a way," said Mira, slapping the riding crop in her hand.
Molly quickly pushed her face into the bowl and began eating the oatmeal. Mira sat on the couch and watched. Molly felt so strange and humiliated eating food like a dog, but she was afraid and did was she was told. She finished the food quickly, and licked the bowl clean.

"Very good," said Mira, patting Molly on the head.
Mira walked back into the kitchen and returned with another gag. This one had a long tube coming out of one end. Molly wasn't sure what the tube was for, but she quickly found out first hand.
"Open your mouth," said Mira. Molly complied.

"Now swallow this," she said, feeding the tube into Molly's mouth. Molly reluctantly did so, feeling the tube slide down her throat. She repressed the urge to gag.

The tube slid all the way down, and the rest of the gag was stuffed into her mouth and buckled. Then Mira replaced the mask, and relocked the collar.
"All right, come this way," said Mira, attaching a leash to Molly's collar and tugging. She led Molly back into the room with the table. Molly was scared that she was going to be tied back down, but Mira instead walked to the other door and opened it.

The inside of the room terrified Molly. The room was a long hallway, filled on either side with large, tube-like glass tanks. Inside each tank, was a girl in similar bondage to that of Molly. They had tubes connected to their catheters and their butt plugs, and masks over their faces with tubes going in their noses and into small holes in their gags. Small holes like the one in the front of Molly's gag. The tanks were also full of a transparent orange liquid. Molly tried to scream, but her voice was stopped at its source by the tube. Molly pulled against the leash, but Mira was stronger, and practically dragged Molly down the hallway.

Halfway down the hall, the glass tanks were all empty. Molly continued to struggle, and Mira grew impatient. She pressed all the buttons on her remote at once, and Molly fell to her knees. The force of the vibrators and the nipple clamps was too much to ignore, and Mira was able to get Molly into the tank and attach all the necessary tubes. She turned off the vibrators as she locked the tank shut, and airtight. Mira pressed the button on a control panel on the wall and the tank began to fill with a warm liquid. Air and food was pumped into Molly through the upper tubes, as the lower tubes took care of her bowl movements. Molly banged on the glass with her permanent fists, but it was no use. She was part of Mira's collection now.