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BOOK 1
Chapter 10
Traci moved behind Connie. Her juices were already flowing, running down the inside of her thighs. Traci gently probed her labia with a vinyl covered finger. She could see the muscles in her back and butt tense up. Slowly slipping a finger inside Connie’s vagina, she could feel it constricting around it, trying to get a grip. She could see her little pink rosebud twitching. Sliding her finger in and out of Connie, she soon added a second one. Connie hadn’t moved at all. Traci was convinced that she couldn’t. A low hum came from under the hood, but even from a few feet away, it was barely audible. Traci could now understand how Mr. Proctor, without fear of discovery, could keep his maids locked away while having guests in the house.
Traci picked up the vibrator that Connie had chosen. It was long, thin, and covered with nubs. She twisted the base, and it buzzed to life in her hand. Connie’s clitoris was already wide awake and poking out from its protective hood when Traci spread the labia apart. Picking up a roll of electrical tape, she pressed the tip of the vibrator snugly against Connie’s clit, and quickly taped the vibrator to her leg. She wound the tape around the vibrator and Connie’s leg in two places to make sure it would stay in place. She swore that she had seen Connie’s hips come off the bench, just the slightest bit, trying to get her clit more in contact with her new buzzing friend.
Her job was done for now. Connie wanted to be left like that for awhile. Moving around in front of Connie, she noticed that the moans were still faintly audible from within the hood. Her hands were clenching, and unclenching. They were the only body parts she could still move. Traci had an idea. She forced Connie’s left hand into a fist. She wrapped the electrical tape around the fist over and over until it was just a black ball. She then wrapped the tape around the hand and the leg of the bench, restraining it totally. Moving to the other side, she quickly captured the other hand. She was sure that Connie would be proud of her innovation.
Traci now had time to kill. The chain that drug behind her let her know that she wasn’t leaving the room. She wandered among the bondage furniture, examining each piece. Some of the functions she figured out, some she still had no clue after studying them closely for several minutes. The result was the same as she went through the big steel cabinet full of restraints. “What the hell!” She had spotted a blindfold very similar to the one she had worn earlier in the day. She picked up the vibrator from earlier, and turned it on. It still had plenty of power. Putting the blindfold over her eyes, she buckled the strap behind her head. She made her way over to the bed, crawled up onto it, unzipped the crotch of her vinyl covered cat suit, and went to work on herself.
She had the same problem she had in the dog crate. The chain between her ankles didn’t allow enough room to really get the vibrator where she wanted it. She experimented a bit, and found that if she brought her booted feet up to her butt, she could spread her knees wide, and get plenty of room. She leisurely screwed herself with the vibrator while her other hand massaged her own love button. She was soon moaning and groaning into her own gag. An orgasm was building, and soon she had gone over the edge. After pausing for a couple of moments to catch her breath, she went to work again.
When she had come a second time, she decided her captive was probably warmed up enough. She pushed up her blindfold, and looked at the clock. It was a little after one in the morning. It had been almost an hour, but it had seemed like only minutes. “I wonder how long it’s seemed like to Connie. Beth is in the next room. How much noise do three gagged women having orgasms make? Not much!” She giggled to herself. She opened the box that Connie had given, and took out the strap on dildo. “Never been used” Connie had told her. It attached similar to the chastity belt, except it had buckles in the back for a snug fit. The crotch strap had a dildo for her, which would be pushed in further as pressure was applied to the one that stuck out in front. It also had a butt plug on the base of the strap. It was detachable, and she wondered if she should remove it. “Might as well go for the whole experience.” It was only about four inches long, and an inch and a half at its widest part. She had much larger things than that back there before. Searching through the cabinet, she found a tube of lube, and coated the plug generously. There was no reason to lube up the dildo; she already had plenty of lubrication where it was going. Tightening the strap around her waist, she inserted the rubber shaft into herself. It felt bigger than it looked, and she started to have second thoughts about the butt plug. Before she could have second thoughts, she put the tip of the plug against her anus, and fed the end of the crotch strap through the buckle. She slowly applied pressure to the free end of the strap until the plug finally popped into place. She realized she had been moaning into her gag as she had been doing it. She let a little slack into the crotch strap, and then buckled it in place.
This was going to be a new experience. She had been with another girl in college, and with her present roommate, but they had always licked, sucked, or fingered each other. That or they had used vibrators. She had never been on the giving or receiving end of a strap on dildo. She felt rather full down there. She experimentally against the wall with the tip of the rubber cock that hung in front of her and the dildo inside of her buried itself further. There was about two inches of play. “That should be plenty to get me off.” Rummaging through the drawer of toys, she found a short, squat butt plug. It was bright red, and shorter than the one she now wore, but it was fatter. Traci figured that once she got it into Connie’s ass, she wouldn’t be able to get it out without her help. The plug seemed a little big, but as kinky as Connie was, she probably used vibrators and other things in her ass all the time. Traci carried the plug and a tube of lube over behind Connie. Shutting off the vibrator, she quickly untapped it from her leg. She was absolutely drenched. There was a puddle of her juices on the floor. Lubing up the butt plug, she pushed it against Connie’s rosebud. With a little pressure, it started to give way. Traci rocked the plug back and forth, slowly fucking her with it. She slid it in a little bit further with every third or forth stroke until it was all the way closed, and Connie’s sphincter popped closed around its base. Traci looked at the plug. It twitched back and forth, and it was obvious that Connie was fighting it, but Traci decided that there was no way she could eject it.
Traci lined herself up behind Connie and placed the rubber tip of the dildo against Connie’s labia. Her lips were spread and open like the petals of a flower. She pushed forward, sinking the shaft all the way inside her in one stroke, simultaneously burying her own dildo deep inside herself. She reached out and turned Connie’s butt plug on full blast, grabbed the sides of the bench, and started stroking away. Movingly slowly at first, she angled the phallus different every time she entered her. As she gained speed, she could see the muscles in Connie’s back rippling. The dildo inside of Traci was doing its job, but not fast enough. She reached behind her and loosened the crotch strap another notch. This gave the dildo inside of her plenty of room to move. It also caused the butt plug to move a lot more with the friction from the crotch strap. This was enough to shove her over the edge in a way that she had never imagined. She screamed into her ballgag and leaned into Connie, draping herself over her back until the waves of orgasm had finished washing over her. When she had finished convulsing, she stood up and withdrew the dildo from Connie. Her legs were still a bit shaky. She put one hand on Connie’s butt plug. It was still going strong. Turning down the control, she set it as slow as possible while still vibrating. She planned to do Connie again, but she had other plans about how.
Unbuckling the posture collar, she took it off of Connie’s neck. Her head sagged forward a little before she started moving it around. Traci retrieved the blindfold from the bed, returned to Connie, and unlaced the hood. When she pulled it off, Connie’s blinking; glassy eyes stared back at her. Connie’s hair was sweat soaked, and plastered to her head. Her cheeks still bulged over the strap of the inflatable gag in her mouth. Traci lifted her chin with her red vinyl covered hand and looked into her eyes. Connie nodded, and Traci buckled the blindfold securely in place.
Traci went to work loosening Connie’s restraints. She wanted her to be able to struggle and squirm the next time. She released all of the straps on her arms except for her wrists. Connie began to shrug her shoulders and move her arms as much as she could. Leaving the two straps across her back in place, she released the one holding her waist. She then unbuckled the straps at her thighs, below her knees, calves, feet, and ankles. This only left the straps above her knees holding her legs. Connie now had the ability to move a little, but had no way to free herself of the bench. Traci stepped behind her, and turned the vibrator in the butt plug back to high, letting Connie know that it was time to begin again. She started teasing her by putting just the tip of the strap-on dildo about an inch inside of her. Connie responded by squirming and struggling. Her hips could now move, and she tried to back her way onto the rubber dick. Every time Connie’s hips came backward, Traci would back up also, keeping the same inch in contact with her pussy. After trying several times, Connie gave up and stilled her hips. Traci moved forward and sunk the dildo in halfway. Grabbing the butt plug, she manipulated it while rotating her hips. The gag was still quite effective, even without the hood muffling the sound of her moans. There was no was to disguise the way her body was responding to Traci’s ministrations. She reached out a vinyl finger and tickled Connie’s clit. Starting long, hard strokes, she stood on the tiptoes of her boots trying to get just the right angle for the dildo inside of her. She found the spot, and it only took a few more strokes to get the job done, her own butt plug swaying with the rhythm of her thrusts. As the feeling washed over her, she kept on pumping, and a few moments later Connie’s body was also convulsing and jerking in orgasmic bliss. She again leaned into Connie and felt her body shuddering beneath hers. When she had regained her composure, she pulled out of Connie and removed the dildo harness. The butt plug hurt a little when it came out, and both of her holes felt stretched.
Rummaging around
in the cabinet, she found a box of baby wipes, and cleaned herself up. She then went over to Connie and cleaned her
also. They baby wipes weren’t the only
thing she had retrieved from the cabinet.
She had found a two inch wide leather strap with a tall collar at one
end, and two locking leather cuffs at the other. She buckled the collar around Connie’s neck,
letting the strap hang down her back.
Traci removed the tape holding her hand to the bench leg, but left the
tape forcing it into a fist. She
unbuckled the strap around her wrist, and forced Connie’s arm behind her
back. Connie was strong, and it was a
fight, even with both of Traci’s arms against her one. She had the leverage and soon had Connie’s
arm buckled into the leather cuff.
Connie had faced the inevitable, and didn’t struggle as hard when she
imprisoned her other arm. Traci moved to
her feet and buckled a leather cuff around Connie’s left ankle. It was attached to another cuff by a twelve
inch chain. With Connie’s knees strapped
to the bench, it was easy to capture her ankles. Traci returned to the cabinet and then stood
in front of Connie. She unbuckled the
blindfold, and then removed it with one hand while holding the other in front
of Connie’s face. She blinked and squinted,
but when her eyes adjusted to the light, she began to struggle and squirm,
making as much noise into the gag as she could.
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