Double Bind

Chapter 9

Both of them were in a state of near-maximum arousal. The mushroom head of Scott's cock was swollen and red, and only the chastity device prevented him from having a massive erection. For her part, Lauren's pussy was soaking wet, her labia gleaming with juices and with the sweat that had formed as she energetically spanked her lover. The vacuum pumps had made her nipples large and hard. Normally, Lauren rarely felt the desire for anal sex; but right now, with the hemp rope pulled tightly into her cleft and the strategically placed knot stimulating her anus, she would have given anything to clench her ass around the bulbous tip of her boyfriend's throbbing cock.

Not wanting to waste their pent-up frustration and desire, the man quickly and expertly undid their restraints and removed all toys from their bodies, leaving in place only the gags that Lauren had selected for each of them. He scanned the equipment table for a moment, then nodded his head slightly and picked up two leather single-gloves. He wanted to get the pair back in bondage immediately. After motioning to Lauren, he brought her hands together in front of her and told her to interlace her fingers, pulling the glove he was holding over her hands and up her arms. It was a cone-shaped piece of rich-smelling leather, about eighteen inches long, with laces running from the midway point up to the opening. With her arms parallel to each other, the glove came up to just below her elbows. After pulling the laces tight, he took the end of a leather strap that was attached to the glove just below her hands, looped in around her wrists, and buckled it in place. As he fitted Scott into a matching glove, Lauren playfully struggled in hers, quickly realizing that the strap around her wrists made it totally impossible to withdraw her hands and free herself. Somehow, wearing the glove made her feel even more naked than she had felt before.

With their arms secure, he took hold of the gleaming steel D-rings sewn into the tips of his captives' gloves and, pulling them along with their arms outstretched, brought them both to the small room where Lauren had endured her previous scenario. It was dark inside. After ushering them in, he turned on the light. The couple simultaneously took in the setup of the room, which had changed since her last visit. Gone was the black box in the center that had housed the pole on which she had repeatedly impaled herself, and the electrical system that had tormented her. Instead, they saw two stools, about three and a half feet high, standing some four feet apart. They were aligned with the width of the room, which was narrow - eight or nine feet total. A thick, black, rubber cable or hose - perhaps three inches in diameter - passed over both stools, bridging them and sagging slightly in the middle. Its ends hung over the outside edge of each stool and almost touched the ground.

Neither of them knew what to think. Were they going to be tied up with the rubber tube? The man didn't have to say anything, he just gave them a look, and they both walked over to the stools and sat down facing the door, with their butts using the tube like a small cushion. Scott tried to sit gently on his well-worked ass. "Now, for the rest of this adventure, neither of you is allowed to touch the ground again," he said. "Don't you want to look at each other?" he asked with a mischievous smile. "You're in this together, after all." They turned ninety degrees so that they straddled the rubber tube and faced each other on their stools. With the gloves preventing any use of their hands, the captives found it difficult to swing their legs over the tube in the process. Opening a closet, the man withdrew a length of rope and came over to Scott. "Raise your arms," he ordered. The man tied one end of the rope to the D-ring at the end of Scott's single-glove, then fed the other end through an eyebolt in the ceiling above his stool, brought it through another ring above Lauren's head, and tied it to her gloved hands, which she had already raised in anticipation. He fiddled with the rope until he was satisfied with the tightness.

Before this, Lauren had been thinking to herself that she and Scott could still escape if necessary by using their teeth to undo the buckles that secured their hands inside the gloves. Now, with their arms raised high above their heads, and restrained at a distance of several feet from each other, there was no way that they could get free until the man decided to let them go. He went back to the closet and pulled from it what looked like a solid rubber saddle, with two hinged metal semi-cylinders beneath it and a large number of D-rings and other attachment points on the top and sides. He brought it over to Lauren. "I'm going to put this under you," was all he said. Lauren put her bare feet on the lower rungs of the stool and squeezed with her thighs, lifting her butt in the air. Scott, who could see that she was having trouble balancing, pulled down with his arms, trying to tighten the overhead rope and stabilize her. The man slid the saddle under her ass, swinging the two metal half-pipes underneath it together around the rubber tube, whose diameter they precisely matched. He turned a screw joining the two halves, and Scott guessed that the saddle was going to be very firmly attached to the tube by the vice underneath. When he was finished, Lauren sat back down. Actually, it was quite comfortable, much more comfortable than straddling the tube had been. Clenching her thighs against the rubber, Lauren felt an erotic thrill in her loins. She tried to be subtle as she shifted her weight forward slightly so that her clit rubbed against the warm rubber beneath her.

A minute later, and Scott was sitting on an identical saddle. It was the man's next trip to the closet that made both of them return to that explosive combination of anticipatory fear and uncontrollable lust that each had experienced on their last visit. He pulled out two toys - a silicone dildo, which appeared slightly shorter than Scott's six-inch cock, but a bit fatter; and a string of four shining metal balls, about an inch in diameter, which were threaded by something that allowed it to flex slightly as he carried it over. He looked at Lauren with a smile. "You first." Up close, the dildo looked very thick indeed - it wasn't two inches in diameter, but it might have been close; she'd never had anything split her pussy as widely as that thing would. In her arousal, she half-hoped that she would get that one, softly moaning to herself behind her gag as she thought about what it would be like to squeeze the muscles of her cunt around something so thick. It seemed likely that it would be for her, she thought, since the other probe looked more like an ass toy, and it would make sense if that were for Scott.

And, yes, when the man had her lift her hips again, he did slot the dildo into a groove in the saddle, right under her dripping pussy. "You might want to wait," he cautioned, and her thighs started to quiver with the strain of holding herself balanced on the stool, while he pulled a bottle of lube from his pocket and rubbed some onto the awaiting dildo. She thought that she might lose her balance if she stayed up much longer, so without waiting for his approval she started to lower herself. The tip of the dildo nudged at her labia, sending a jolt of pleasure through her whole pussy and causing her vaginal walls to balloon outward in anticipation. As she lowered herself further, she felt her pussy stretching to accommodate the intruder, and the almost addictive kind of pain and pleasure she associated with a tough yoga stretch seemed to spasm through her pelvis, as her pussy filled to its limit.

"You look like you enjoyed that," the man said. "Especially when it was just starting to penetrate that lovely pussy of yours. Well, get ready to feel it again. Up." Not quite knowing what else he could want, she raised herself up off the dildo (it actually helped to stabilize her, until she was totally off it), and then saw with a sudden and concerning realization that he was lubing the string of anal beads and connecting its base to a second slot beneath her. "Nnggo," she moaned into the leather ball that stuffed her mouth, shaking her now very wide-eyed head. It was too much. She couldn't take the huge dildo in her pussy and those balls in her ass at the same time... could she?

The man suddenly gripped her nipples tightly in both hands and started squeezing and twisting them savagely. Her nipples were already very sensitive from the suction earlier, and she yelled a muffled curse into the gag. Knowing that the longer she resisted, the worse she would be punished, she admitted defeat to herself and lowered her body again. The man grasped her with one arm about the waist, using the other hand to guide her plugs into their respective homes. He lowered her slowly, and she gasped for breath as the first sphere stretched her anus a full inch in width; normally this might not be so intense, but with the huge dildo also filling her pussy, she could feel the presence of the two toys on either side of the membrane separating her holes. Waves of pleasure and pain overtook her consciousness, and her overwhelmed body shuddered to a tremendous orgasm just as the final sphere stretched her ass wide. Her sphincter closed over it, and, barely able to believe that both invaders were fully inside her, she felt her perineum press firmly against the rubber of the saddle.

Scott had watched his girlfriend become stuffed to the fullest with a mix of concern and arousal. From his position he couldn't see her ass, but his eyes had been riveted to the sight of her pussy slowly sliding down the shaft of the dildo, imagining that it was his cock instead. He could still see a hint of the dildo peeking out from the folds of her mercilessly split pussy lips, right below her clit. Pre-cum oozed from his penis and now hung from the deepening-red mushroom tip of his cock. He wanted to cum so badly that, had he not been gagged, he would have offered to suck the man's cock right there in front of his girlfriend, if only his hands would be allowed out of the single-glove to masturbate. He even started to suck on the rubber penis trapped between his lips, crazed arousal making him desirous of any sexual activity, no matter how humiliating.

But there was no immediate relief in store for him. Lauren was already recovering from her explosive orgasm and was once again becoming excited, as the slight adjustments needed for balancing on the saddle caused the plugs inside her to move. On the other hand, the man knew that Scott couldn't be taken over the edge, or his ability to translate pain into sexual pleasure would disappear. He would have to be kept hard and desperate for a long time yet.

"So many choices," said the man, as he rummaged in the closet, tossing various toys on the floor. Scott's eyes grew wide and he moaned through his penis-gag at the sight of another thick dildo that would surely rip his ass apart. The next toy was thinner but had a tube coming from it with a squeeze bulb attached to the end. "Next time," muttered the man to himself, loud enough for Scott to hear. "Well, I for one believe in equality, how about you?" he said. Since neither Scott nor Lauren could answer through their gags, it wasn't much of a question. He took another string of inch-thick anal beads from the closet, and, after Scott had voluntarily raised himself up off his saddle, attached it in place and covered it with lube. Scott sat down, relishing the feeling of his anus opening and closing with each sphere. He wished that he could come from anal stimulation alone.

"Well, I talked about equality, but I guess we have a problem," he said, causing Lauren to blush, as it was obvious that the attention of all three people was now squarely on the enormous dildo stretching her pussy wide. "Gotta do something about that," he added. Wondering what he could mean, Scott watched as the man went back to the closet and took out a small device that Scott knew was a cock and balls parachute. He was in for a new type of torment that he'd never experienced before. The device was a small sheet of leather that could be snapped shut into a volcano shape, attached to several short interconnected chains from which weights could be hung. The man took Scott's balls in his hand and, careful not to touch his aching cock, snapped the leather cone shut around them. His scrotum was squeezed through the narrow opening at the top of the volcano. He then took hold of the center of the rope connecting the couple's raised arms, tied a quick knot in the rope so that a loop appeared, and snapped a carabiner into the loop. Now, when they let their arms fall and tension returned to the rope, the loop closed around the carabiner. He tied a string to the parachute and fed it through the carabiner, knotting a small metal ring into the other end and letting it hang in the air.

"Now, how much weight do you deserve?" The man thought to himself for moment, then his face seemed to brighten. "I have an idea. Let's just say, you're at one weight, for now." He took a six-ounce weight from a small bag and hooked it onto the ring hanging from the string attached to Scott's parachute. When he let go, Scott's balls were immediately pulled upward and trapped tightly at the bottom of his scrotum. He could feel the strain on his sac and a growing pressure on his balls, but he also found it oddly erotic to look at himself. His balls were clearly defined and he could see their shape bulging against the stretched sac encasing them. Unconsciously his girlfriend leaned forward to get a closer look at his trussed testicles, letting her arms drop several inches in the process. Scott's arms were pulled upward and the rope between them shifted, causing the weight stretching his balls to bob upwards and then sway back and forth. He groaned and realized that any further movements by either of them would only add to his torment. Lauren offered a muffled "ollee" as Scott felt a new wave of humiliation at the thought that his balls were essentially attached to his girlfriend, whom he was dependent on to minimize his torture.

"Almost done!" said the man. He proceeded to buckle a two-inch wide leather belt studded with D-rings tightly around Lauren's waist. He snapped what looked like a very short bungee cord to the D-ring in back of the belt and connected it to a similar ring protruding out of the saddle behind her. After attaching another cable in front of her, he buckled a similar belt around Scott's waist and attached it's rear ring to his saddle. He then took two more elastic cords and attached them to slightly off-center rings at the front of Scott's saddle, stretching them down on either side of his cock and balls and clipping them to rings on the saddle. "That ought to hold you," the man said. Lauren tried to brace her feet against the stool and rise up, but the elastic cords held her firmly to the saddle. She found that when pushing with all her strength she could rise up perhaps three inches, not nearly enough to break clear of the intruders that stuffed her insides.

"Still feisty, eh?" The man looked amused. He reached into his pocket, and Lauren couldn't believe her eyes when she saw two thin metal chains and four clover clamps in the palm of his hand. How much more punishment could they take?

The chains had thick rubber bands looped through their endpoints, with each band attached to a clamp. Without hesitating he snapped one of the clovers onto Lauren's left nipple and its partner onto Scott's right, then attached the other pair in the same way. Girl and boy both started wailing into their self-chosen gags, with her emitting a muffled shriek and him groaning around the rubber cock that parted his lips. The length of the chains connecting each clamp to its opposite was about three feet. Even with the rubber bands, the total length between the jaws of each pair of clamps was shorter than the distance between Lauren's tits and Scott's chest. They were forced to lean forward, causing Lauren's clit to be ground deeper into the rubber seat, and lifting both of their asses off the saddle. Both members of the captive couple found that they had to rise up just enough for their anuses to be stretched around the widest point of the lowest sphere of their butt plugs. The look of shame in their eyes made it clear that each knew what the other was experiencing. Scott had an idea and tried to signal "rowng" to his girlfriend. After a few more noises and some downward nods of the head, she understood and sat back down at the same time that Scott rose up a bit further. This way they could maintain the necessary closeness, while Lauren settled back onto her saddle and Scott let his stretched asshole relax around the space between two of the inch-wide spheres.

When the man fetched several more lengths of rope, Scott couldn't imagine what the point could be. He and his girlfriend were already securely fastened to the saddles by the belts around their waists, their arms were high in the air and their hands were encased in leather.  There was no way they could escape. Any movement by either one of them also caused immediate pain because of the clamps that stretched their nipples, and all their holes were deeply impaled. But he started to see where things were going when the man took hold of his left ankle, lifting it up behind him so that his leg was bent double and then wrapping the rope around his ankle and thigh, cinching it tight. He did the same with Scott's other leg, and both of Lauren's. With their feet bound up near their asses, they now had no leverage with which to push off the rungs of the stools, and balancing became much harder. They would only be able to squeeze inward with their thighs.

As he and Lauren adjusted to this increased instability, they found that even small movements would cause them to lose their equilibrium. They had to concentrate on remaining upright and still. When he moved his torso to relieve the pressure on his perineum, the nipple pull made them both gasp, and his anus hungrily devoured another steel ball. When her arms grew tired and she lowered them slightly, his were pulled upward, and the movement of the rope set in motion the weight attached to his balls. Lauren found that despite her attempt to remain still, constant small adjustments to her position were causing unrelenting stimulation to her pussy, ass, nipples, and clit. The sight of her rock-hard boyfriend just a few feet away from her, straining his sculpted muscles in a futile attempt to keep his balance, only added to the mounting orgasm that she knew was coming. A few minutes of this and it was too much for her. Shudders swept through her body and her toes curled involuntarily next to the backdrop of her gleaming buttocks.

While the two had been experimenting with the many interconnected parts of their predicament, the man had quietly circled around behind each of them, taking up the ends of the rubber tube that ran across the stools and attaching them to thick metal rings embedded in opposite walls of the room, about four feet off the ground. He had just finished attaching the tube behind Lauren's stool and had turned around to gaze at her back - which was arched in order to thrust her clamped tits out as much as possible - when he saw her toes curling in ecstasy. Looking pleased, he drew another six-ounce weight from his pocket and, without a word, hooked it to the swaying metal ring between the two captives. The parachute now crushed Scott's balls together mercilessly, and the skin of his scrotum was pulled visibly tighter.

Scott and Lauren were both caught up in processing the revelation that the more she was forced to experience pleasure, the greater his pain would be, when the man, in a swift, violent movement, kicked the stool out from under Lauren's saddle. She screamed in shock as her bound, totally vulnerable body dropped by several inches. Agonizing pain shot through her nipples, which were yanked by the chains connected to Scott's chest. Scott automatically tensed his raised arms in an attempt to suspend his body weight and cushion the fall that he knew was coming, and a moment later he too felt all his weight transferred to his arms, as the stool was pushed out from under him. Lauren was jerked up out of her saddle by the force of his fall, yelling as her tortured asshole opened and closed around three balls in quick succession and her pussy slid along its dildo - but the straps attached to her waist stopped her body from coming off entirely.

Both of them flailed wildly for about fifteen seconds, feeling too many simultaneous sensations for their minds to linger on any one of them. Finally they managed to achieve a new suspended balance. It was much harder now - the rubber tube running the full width of the room was very strong, but it was slightly elastic and its connection to the wall allowed it to rotate almost freely. The only thing now keeping Lauren and Scott from toppling sideways and crashing their shoulders and heads into the ground was the tension on their arms.

The man watched them squirm, moan, and tremble for about ten minutes, until he thought they looked totally defeated and ready for a break. Copious amounts of drool were falling from their mouths and both of their bodies were covered in sweat. Lauren's pussy looked heavily swollen from its abuse. The man came forward and undid the clovers from Scott's nipples, relishing the howl of pain that greeted him. Lauren's nipples were still clamped, of course, and she leaned forward as much as possible as the man stretched the ropes away from her tits. He undid the rubber bands from the freed clamps and knotted an additional length of string to the ropes before reattaching the clamps, so that the pairs were now about eighteen inches farther apart than before. Grinning, he pulling the strings downward so that they led in a straight line between Lauren's nipples and Scott's penis, and then, very carefully, he clamped the clovers onto the sensitive skin of Scott's shaft, about an inch below the head. Putting a few drops of lube on the clamped cock, he stood back to watch.

Lauren figured out what was going on before Scott did. The clamps weren't meant as another torture! At least, not exactly. She started rocking back and forth on her saddle, and as she did so, the skin on her boyfriend's penis was pulled back and forth over his lubricated head, almost as if he had been uncircumcised. Everything hurt: her stretched nipples, her ass and pussy, Scott's weighted balls. But this was the direct stimulation that Scott had been denied for days, including through the entirety of his erotic birthday ordeal. It didn't take him long to orgasm, and his cum shot out in front of him, almost reaching Lauren's heaving body several feet away.

Glad that his plan had succeeded, the man undid their bindings and offered them both a chance to rest. Perhaps an hour later, as they were leaving, he handed them a burned DVD. "For your grandkids," was all he said.