Pets

story continued from part one Part 2: Target Practice And how about a game of paintball? Well not strictly paintball, as this is not a combat situation, more target paintball. On one side on an expansive lawn is the target. She is female, and sitting astride a narrow U shaped saddle that passes between her legs. It is supported on a single steel post fixed to a plinth and she sits on the narrow U while her legs are stretched wide, with her ankles chained to the base. Within this cushioned U are two plugs and she is impaled on them. The narrow front of the U curves up to below her waist, covering her pudenda, and the back, after separating her cheeks with the rear dildo, extends vertically up to her steel collar, and is locked there. Her arms are pulled back in a back prayer and also locked to the collar. She is therefore incapable of any movement. She is dressed in a body-hugging suit of white rubber from neck to toes, only her shackled nipples are on display. ...

story continued from part two Part 3: Vacuum Packed The members have always taken full advantage of the fine old oaks in the vast estate, and today is no exception. Like the two slaves described earlier, suspended in inflatable bags, suspended from another branch of a huge oak we come upon two more slaves. They are also suspended, side by side, this time in a vertical vacuum bed, a few inches above the lawn. The beds comprise two thin but strong sheets of transparent rubber within a steel frame and connected to a powerful vacuum system. The two slaves, again one female and one male are naked and stretched out, with just a one inch breathing tube their only connection to the outside. They are unable to move an inch; such is the unforgiving grip of the two rubber sheets. The male is well-built, quite muscular, but, like all the male slaves, completely hairless. Interestingly he is erect, perhaps they have slipped him a potion earlier, and his cock lies flat against his stomach, his steel ringed balls clearly visible underneath. ...

Jess was a reporter for a nothing local newspaper in Southampton. But she was following a story that could land her a job in the big time and make her a hero. She had heard rumours about a secret house by the sea that was used as a torture room. She had spent the last week looking for anything which looked out of place. And she may just have found it. A very old and run down farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. But a white van and black car had been parked outside for the last two days. Maybe building work was being done on the farmhouse. But no tools or equipment could be seen. Plus it was dead silent in the area and that was very odd for a building site. Something did not seem right about the farmhouse and she needed to have a better look. She had been watching and taking photos for a couple of hours, before it got dark. ...

Mary, naked, nestled in my lap. She was absent-mindedly squeezing my cock. I took her hand away and kissed it. “That’s very distracting.” “Sorry.” Tina, Billie, and Ali, naked also, had a daisy chain going on, sitting in a circle on the floor, grooming each other. It was that way with the midges. Always touching each other whenever they had a free moment. Often that touching led to other things, witness Leesa and Dee Dee’s absence. ...

continued from part five Part Six The next few days were puzzling to Alice. Doctors Ernstmeyer were in meetings with the Baroness, and she was on the phone for several hours talking to people. Alice was feeling a little left out. The Baroness hadn’t been to bed regularly, and when she did, she was too tired for sex. Alice had come to expect hot and heavy rubber lovemaking from the Baroness and was disappointed when all that she could do was to use the extensive collection of dildos and vibrators. It just wasn’t the same. ...

continued from part two Part 3 “Wow dad,” Mona said. “She’s beautiful.” “Really? I do admit, she actually looks quite attractive in that shell of hers. Do you think its thick enough?” Mona walked up to the concrete shell and knocked on it. A thunk greeted her attempt. “Yes, I think its thick enough.” “One question father.” “Yes?” “Why did you put her in that rubber suit?” Pierre grinned sheepishly. “Well….uhm…oh, you know. To keep her…warm. Yes, that’s it. Keep her warm!” ...

continued from part one Part 2: Memories. Her husband dying. The bill collectors. Bankruptcy. The government seizing her house and almost everything she owned. Homeless, she wandered the streets for many cold and miserable nights. The only shelter she knew had been the singles bar. Then he had walked in through the door… Rose smiled softly at the memory of first meeting that young man, seeing him come through that door. In him she saw her escape from the cold, homeless nights and loneliness. She wasn’t aware of smiling. She was asleep, despite the fact that she was hanging upside down in a cave, bound nose to toe in white, tight, and warm silk. Considering her predicament, it was a wonder that she could sleep at all. ...

Millie swallowed the water down that was offered to her. “Please let me go.” She whimpered staining against the chains that held her to cold marble slab. The woman dressed in white from head to toe took back the cup of water and stood at attention like some one just stuck a rod up her ass. Her bleach white hair had black tips that was cut short to just past the neck. ...