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THE TAKEOVER
By
Anne Gray
Chapter 2 – “Maria’s Misery”
Maria was desperately trying to stop breathing. Not permanently you understand, but just for half a minute or even a few seconds! Anything that would stop the incessant torment to her nether regions and breasts.
It was three hours since she had felt Anne’s kid gloved hand stroke her encased cheek and then watched, through tear-filled eyes, as the leather coated back disappeared and the clicking of the high heels stopped with the slamming of the front door. To Maria it had been an eternity; an eternity of torment and aching muscles.
Maria knew the time exactly because the one she had thought was her friend, who she had trusted in her innocence and who had taken such complete advantage of her, had hung a big clock with a large sweeping second hand on the wall in front of her tormented body.
She sucked in a deep breath of air and, for the hundredth time, strained to find some strength left in her knees to straighten her legs, just enough to raise her body the two or three inches needed. Pushing down, forcing her feet ever deeper into the confines of the ballet boots, Maria gradually, and very slowly, made her rigidly held torso and upper body rise the necessary amount to break the contact at the base of the spring loaded butt plug.
Of course, as soon as she was high enough and the contacts separated, Maria’s air supply became non-existent.
The set-up was diabolical; if her strength gave out she would suffer but would be able to breathe. But until her strength gave out she could chose for her self to suffer or to hold her breath. Anne was too much of a bondage professional to leave her sub’ in danger. Discomfort – definitely, frustration – certainly, tormented – Oh yes; but danger - no!
For nearly 45 seconds Maria’s body remained motionless except for the quivering muscles under their covering of tight leather but then, with an audible sob through her packed mouth, it slowly settled down once again. The circuit was completed and the unmerciful toys came alive yet again as the tired girl drew in air to fill her straining lungs.
Desperately Maria tried to take her mind off the constant torment happening to her. She thought back to earlier that afternoon when Anne had come in to the huge closet off the master bedroom, that now was Maria’s home when she wasn’t “needed”, clipped a leash to her collar and led her downstairs.
Maria had hobbled along having trouble keeping up, not so much because of the 8” chain between her ankles, but because of the difficulty of balancing on the almost non existent toes of the knee high ballet boots. She didn’t know anymore what it was like to walk with her feet flat on the floor. Even a 3” or 4” heel would have been blissful. The fact that her arms were useless in the black leather single arm binder behind her back didn’t help matters.
In the kitchen she had been unceremoniously seated in a heavy wooden chair, her arms dragged over the back and several turns of thin cord, pulled very tightly above and below her breasts and around the chair, kept her in place.
There was a smirk a mile wide on Anne’s face as she had waited for the microwave to beep then carried its contents over to the table. She loosened the ball gag to let it hang around Maria’s neck as she sat down beside her and fed the poor girl – a $3 TV dinner! After each spoonful was pushed in the captive’s mouth, Maria knew better than to try and speak, Anne had taken great delight in describing what was to be served on the menu at the company Christmas dinner later.
“Here have some more mashed potatoes and dry sliced turkey; we are starting with shrimp cocktail. These green peas look a bit shriveled I bet they don’t taste like the rack of lamb with asparagus tips and scalloped potatoes I’ll be supping on! Oh look they have a little bit of apple crumble for your dessert I hope you enjoy it as much as the Baked Alaska we are having.”
A glass of water to wash everything down and Anne had pushed the ball back in Maria’s mouth then moved her to start the two-hour process that ended with her in the current predicament.
The metal brackets on the steel toes of the tightly laced thigh high ballet boots were bolted to a floor plate holding her feet immovably just over 18” apart. With her knees bent she was in a partial squat position unless she chose to straighten her legs. If she did straighten up then the tube of the modified snorkel slid up through the loosened clamps on the pipe at the left side of her head until the end fitted neatly over the rubber plug pointing downwards from a bracket on the same pipe.
The snorkel mouthpiece was much larger than the one used by a diver and filled her mouth to absolute capacity. Straps from it encircled her head that was already encased in a tightly laced leather discipline helmet. The helmet had just two holes at the eyes allowing her to see the clock but fitted snugly over the rest of her face including the two rubber plugs pushed in her nostrils. The snorkel was the only air supply available and air came at a cost!
Maria was unable to use her arms to take some of her weight as she constantly tried to lift up off the butt plug. They were doubled up between her shoulder blades, covered in two layers of tight leather, and held rigidly by several roller buckled straps.
Anne had moved directly in front of Maria to let her see the way the butt plug worked. The bulbous head topped a four-inch hard rubber tube that fitted over the slightly smaller tube extending up from the base. In total it was over seven inches long but, as the Domme pushed it against the palm of her hand, Maria saw it retract until it stopped against the base. With a finger Anne pointed to the contacts on the two parts and grinned at the helpless girl.
Several wires extended from the base and Anne let them dangle as she coated the plug with KY then moved behind Maria and attached it to a moveable bracket on the floor to ceiling pole.
Maria’s upper body and head were joined together by a heavy leather neck corset that took away any movement and, after lining up the head of the plug, Anne pulled down on the girl’s shoulders forcing it inside the waiting back passage. To keep Maria in that position she then tightened the clamps, through which the tube of the snorkel slid up and down, making any movement of the girl’s body impossible.
Methodically Anne had then stroked the dildo several times through the gaping vagina lips, coating it with the involuntary juices Maria provided, before working it in for the full 8” length and locking it in place.
With a scarlet fingernail she had scratched gently at her captive’s clitoris until it presented itself proudly and she could clamp on the stimulator.
Now the wires from the base of the butt plug were connected, one each to the dildo, clit stimulator and the last to the small air compressor. Separate tubes went from the compressor to the tips of the rubber cones over Maria’s breasts. These cones were lined with dozens of tiny, thinner rubber, nubs.
A quick test was made by flicking the switch attached to the pole before, satisfied, Anne shut it off and went upstairs to shower and change for the staff party.
It was just before 7pm by the clock when Anne had reappeared in a designer satin cocktail dress paid for with a considerable amount of what used to be Maria’s money. Throwing her black leather coat and a pair of kid gloves on the back of a chair, she waved to the immobile leather covered form as she strode towards the kitchen only to return in just moments with a small jug of water.
Pouring slowly she allowed the liquid to trickle in the opening at the top of the snorkel tube making sure that Maria was able to swallow between breaths of air. The jug empty, Anne loosened the clamps on the snorkel and then reached for her coat and gloves.
With a gentle, almost friendly, stroke of her hand down the frightened girl’s cheek, Anne reached down and turned on the main switch at exactly 7 o’clock before leaving the helpless and confused girl to her fate.
It took a little while for Maria to understand what was happening to her. The first thing was the dildo coming to life with a twisting motion and gradually growing level of vibrations. Then the clit stimulator added a tiny, pulsating series of electric shocks. On top of this the air compressor fed pressure to the rubber covering her breasts and, as the nubs grew then collapsed, made it feel as if several pairs of hands were squeezing and manipulating her flesh.
The sensations built and built until she could take no more and so, for the first time, Maria tried to straighten her legs. She could only lift herself so far because Anne had not allowed the leeway for her to lock her knees, but as she got her torso to rise the contact on the butt plug broke, the torment stopped but the rubber plug blocked the end of the snorkel and Maria’s air also stopped.
For the first half hour or so she managed to hold her breath for a minute at a time but now, after nearly three hours, relief for even 30 seconds was a blessing. Every muscle was a quivering area of exquisite torment as she closed her eyes to make yet one more effort only to open them as she heard the front door slam.
Anne strode over and, with a smile, flipped the switch. She was wearing a red and white fur trimmed Santa hat and holding something behind her back.
“I hope you enjoyed your evening as much as I did Maria but guess what? I won a prize and saved it just for you!”
Maria stared as Anne’s hand came from behind her.
Oh my God, she wouldn’t!
Would she?
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