“Hey, come quick everybody, Emily’s got herself trapped on the dog rack!” Oh, so that’s what it’s called. A dog rack. I’m still no nearer to knowing quite what it’s for, and with a name like that I don’t think I want to know. What I do know is that it’s got a hold of me and I can’t get loose. And being discovered like this is about the worst thing I can imagine happening.. ...
Part 1 Sabina padded along the open deck, staring out through the plexi-steel windows into space. Mistress had decided they needed to go visit some friends far away, and this space station made a nice stopping off point along the way. Her face felt a little warm still, Mistress had not picked Sabina an outfit that allowed much in the way of modesty. Along with the wide heavy latex collar, that marked Sabina as Jenka’s personal property, there was a tiny skirt. The pleated red plaid skirt barely covered her ass at all, and the gleaming white satin panties only seemed to make things worse. The tight satin seemed to catch the light and draw eyes every time her skirt moved. A tight latex armbinder encased her arms, its smooth surface reflected the warm lights. Keeping her arms helplessly pressed together and folded up behind her back. ...
(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping)_ Part 2 Jenka stumbled slightly, it was not easy negotiating steps while blindfolded. Her ears perked hearing the muffled squeals of a familiar voice. Someone was playing with her slave, and none to gently from the sound of it. A sharp swish CRACK, a padding no doubt. Jenka tensed slightly, no one punished her slave but her. Sabina squealed into the thick cock gag. The tiny t shirt was pushed up behind her head. Legs spread wide and chained to the floor. The satin panties were soaked with arousal as the huge minotaur brought the leather covered paddle down against her little ass for the tenth time. Mewing out and sobbing, her little ass burned with an intense fiery ache. Eyes widening as Jenka was led inside by their captors. She looked unbearably sexy, those huge firm breasts, made impossibly bigger by the bondage of her arms. The subtle tension on her body, Sabina screamed out. Her staring interrupted by another paddle swat. Mewing and squirming as the minotaur held her hair twined around his fingers. Dropping the paddle on the floor. ...
(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping 2)_ Part 3 Jenka moaned softly through the ring gag, her muscular sleek thighs tensed, trembling. She had been removed from the tub some time ago, separated from sabina and brought here. She had no idea where here was, but it had a bed, a soft bed covered with sleek latex sheeting. Her captors had strapped her shorts off and added a TIGHT leather corset. Cinching down her already narrow waist until breathing became difficult. Forced down onto the bed her wrists had been un-bound. Arms cramped and weak from hours of bondage she had no chance of fighting as the bound her arms to the foot board ...
(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping 3)_ Part 4 Huge hands yanked the tight latex discipline hood over sabina’s head. Other hands yanked the matching gleaming black corset tighter and tighter. Struggling to breath through the ring gag she moaned helplessly. The hands kept roaming as the voices around her called out suggestions. her tail flicked rapidly side to side, knees trembling. Tight little ass rounded back as a thick finger, slick with her own arousal, slid deep into her little bottom. ...
(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping 4)_ Part 5 Jenka shuddered as she felt Dynotaku’s thick fingers caress across her flat stomach. Growling through the ring gag she tried to pretend his touch didn’t feel marvelous. Her fingers curled into fists as the leather straps pinning her to the bed creaked in protest. Damn him, why did he have to be so good at this. Where her captors had used simple persistence to arouse her Dynotaku was much more subtle. Making her yearn for every touch. She could see that damn smirk on his face as well. ...
(story continues from Jenka’s Kidnapping 5) Part 6 As the drugged ale began to to its job, Jenka was struggling in the other room. The three had become six by the time Dynotaku had returned. The one inside her now was huge, and she was so sensitive and sore. How in hades does sabina take this kind of abuse, Jenka wondered. Her sleek form arched against the straps as a ragged scream of ache and pleasure ripped free. Her body forced to respond against her own will. ...