Fiona Interrupted · Part 2

Fiona Interrupted · Part 2 (2/2)
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He moved into the kitchen to retrieve and prepare her food, finding it in the door of the refrigerator as instructed. He squeezed a half cup of the goop into the glass bowl as instructed, heated it for 2:30, then checked the temperature. Returning with the bowl, which was barely warm, he located the large funnel in the drawer the instructions indicated, and found the socket for it at the top of the mask assembly. He placed the funnel in the socket and poured the goop into the funnel, scooping it out of the bowl with a rubber spatula.

Moving back into her vision, he asked quietly “How do you eat it?”

Fiona laughed, making the wuffling sound again, her disembodied voice said “I suck it out of the penis she has locked in my mouth, silly.”

Ben stared, watching her cheeks work slightly under the mask as she pulled on it.

“Natalie invented this mixture herself, she calls it cum.” She watched Ben’s expression as she said this, noted with a tiny bit of satisfaction the mixture of shock and lust that crossed his face.

Bzzzt.

A message popped up.

Nat

Spotted near Expo Center, pick-up teams in place.

The two stayed riveted to the screen, another small eternity passed. Bzzt.

Nat

Got him, confirmed it is Utkin.

Ben stood and pumped his fist, turned towards Fiona, and stared.

“Yay us.” her voice came, with no inflection.

He moved behind her, wrapped his arms around her, over her arms and corsets, setting off another TENS storm in her breasts and said “I can’t live like this anymore. We’ll wait for Natalie and we’ll see what we see. I don’t know how you feel, or if you’re allowed to talk about things like this, but I know how I feel.” Under the mask, Fiona groaned and squealed and tried to tell him how she really felt, but she didn’t actually know how she really felt.

Bzzzt.

Nat

On my way home, interrogation tomorrow. We should all be ready.

Ben kept his arms around Fiona, ignoring the storms happening inside the frame, reached around under the corset as well and hugged the tiny strip of PVC-covered woman between the corset and the crupper.

When the facial recognition unlocked the door for Natalie, Fiona’s devices all stopped. She dropped her bag and coat in the hallway and moved straight to Fiona’s office, the door unlocking automatically. She walked straight over to Ben, still hovering at the back of the frame, and pulled him into a passionate kiss. After several minutes, she let go of his shirt and let him stand up. “Thank you for taking care of Fiona. I knew I could trust her to your care.”

She bent and wiped her finger along the crupper, lifted it to her mouth and tasted, then offered it to Ben. “Good, you didn’t let her orgasm.”

Natalie touched another control on the screen behind Fiona, whose screens folded up and down. Behind was a window into Natalie’s office, the spare room. Natalie took Ben by the hand and led him from the office, relocking the door, and into the next room. Once inside, she pulled him over to the window and began undressing him. “I’m sorry it’s taken us this long. I had to be sure Fiona was ready for this, and I kept hoping you would find someone and move on.”

Ben, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, stared as she unbuttoned his shirt. “Find someone? I wouldn’t know…”

Natalie kissed him, then pulled back. “I know, it’s OK. Remember the date I set you up on?”

“Umm… yeah. Cute kid. Gwen right?”

Natalie laughed “That kid is a professor of international law, and yeah, Gwen. If you couldn’t follow through on that, nothing was going to cure you except…” By this time, Natalie was unbuttoning her own plain blue button-down blouse. Ben grabbed it and pulled it over her head, leaving her arms stuck in the air while he unhooked her bra and buried his face in her chest, kissing her and letting her sort out her arms.

Fiona stared helplessly, twisting and turning on the crupper. Twice she set off her orgasm interlocks, the combination of vibrations and TENS stimulation bringing her to the brink of orgasm, then driving her away from it. Natalie’s entrance had disabled her synthesized voice, there was no way she could make herself heard through the mask and the wall.

She watched as the woman she loved more than life itself climbed on top of the man who wanted her more than anything and rode out all the fear and tension and terror of the day. Natalie bit and clawed and raged at him, riding him like a demon, being rough in ways she was never able to do with Fiona. When she was spent, she slithered back off him, kissed him once, and said “four twelve ninety-two.”

Ben sat bolt upright. “What?”

Natalie smiled “Go tell her how you really feel. I’ll see you at breakfast. We all have to be in the office at 7:30, and we will need to shower her, so first call in five hours.”

Ben scrambled off the bed and raced to Fiona’s office. Once he had unlocked the door with his passcode, he raced to the monitor at the back of the frame. There was a lock icon in the top right corner. He touched it, the screen changed to a keypad. He keyed in the magical combination, his manhood springing back to life from the ride Natalie had given him.

The crupper pulled out of Fiona slowly, the front invader dripping, the rear one lightly covered, and retracted to her knees. The frame buckled in the middle, bending Fiona forward and rocking her back a few inches behind the crupper, tiny baby steps in the towering boots. He looked at her exposed and dripping sex, her gaped ass, and whispered “Oh Fiona…” and drove into her.

Later, when he was truly spent, he looked again at the display. In addition to a hex keypad, it displayed several symbols he wasn’t sure of. Up and down arrows apparently would have adjusted her for his height. A stop sign, one that looked like it might choke her, and one that looked like a return key on a keyboard. He pressed that and was dismayed when the frame began to stand Fiona back up, scooting her forward baby steps, then watched in dismay as the crupper returned, buried inside her. He heard the motors in both vibrators fire up, put his ear next to the mask and asked “Are you OK?”

All he heard in response was something that might have been a moan, or a growl. He sat down on the short couch at the back of the room and soon passed out.

Natalie bustled in a few hours later, found Ben crumpled on the short couch and Fiona still locked in the frame, and laughed. “Get up, sleepyhead. I’m having a fresh suit dropped off for you by one of the detail outside, but we need to get Fi prepped. Come over here.”

Natalie showed Ben how to run a clean & purge cycle on Fiona’s anal plug, so they wouldn’t have to contend with a mess, then showed him the symbol that released her. “Your keypad doesn’t allow you to turn off her orgasm interlocks, but you are allowed to retract her crupper. Without that, she will be able to orgasm with effort. You must promise me right now that you will never ever ever leave her unplugged, even if you just step out of the room.”

“I promise.”

By the time Ben finished cleaning and feeding Fiona, Natalie had showered and dressed. Natalie helped Ben get Fiona into the shower and left her in his capable hands. By the time they were out, one of the CIA detail outside had delivered a fresh change of clothes from Ben’s office in the north suburbs. Natalie had laid out Fiona’s outfit for the day, as Ben brought her into Natalie’s bedroom Natalie said to him “You may find this difficult, so just stay in your towel until we’re done here. Natalie led Fiona over to a corseting rack on the side wall of her bedroom, where Fiona immediately gripped the rack.

“Did you two talk?”

Fiona smiled, “Of many things.”

Natalie snapped her fingers and pointed at the beginning of the line of clothing articles on the bed “The slip.” Ben handed her a filmy underslip made of the lightest finest silk he had ever touched. Natalie slipped it over Fiona’s head as she pushed her arms through and settled it down past her hips.

“Clip.” Ben handed her a large hair clip, she quickly piled Fiona’s hair, now halfway to her waist, on top of her head and clipped it there. “Corset.” Ben handed her the corset, a pale blue silk with navy blue lace over, a wide and very stuff busk supporting the front. Natalie bent with it, Fiona stepped into it, the busk still closed, then Natalie pulled it up over her hips and turned her to the wall. Fiona grabbed the rack with both hands and Natalie pulled on the laces, tugging at the lace cover inside so it didn’t get trapped.

Natalie stepped to her side, pointed at the bed, and said, “Bring the lacing hook and come over here.” As Ben approached, she handed him the laces and said “Pull slowly. I’ll keep the cover straight and help with the laces. Start with the bottom. Ben looked at the laces in his hand, tucked the top laces into the corset top, then loosely knotted the lower laces and pulled away. Fiona grunted, then said “Wow, that’s fast.” Natalie picked at the laces, bottom to top, each pull of the corset hook netting them another bit of tightness. “OK, knot that off and let’s do the top.”

Moments later they had her knotted, the laces wrapped around her waist and tied in the back with big bows. “We’ll need one more tightening before we dress her. Let’s get her boots on and we’ll have breakfast.”

Natalie walked Fiona over to the bed, where Fiona flopped back, not able to sit in the long corset. Natalie drew silk stockings over her legs, Fiona raising a leg and pointing her toes in turn. Once Natalie had both stockings attached to garters on the bottom of the corset, she picked up a knee high ballet boot with 8 inch stiletto heels and a solid toe cap and worked Fiona’s right foot into the boot. She left Ben to lace the boot, being particularly careful across the ankle, as she worked on the left. Once Ben had finished the right boot, Natalie had him finish the lacing on the left, as she returned to buckle and lock cuffs at both ankles and knees. When she had finished the left boot as well, she held out her hands, Fiona reached for them, and Natalie pulled her upright, directly into a kiss. In the boots Fiona was tall enough that Natalie had to stand on tiptoe and reach to kiss her.

She gave Fiona a slap on the ass, Fiona scuttled from the room with surprising agility for someone forced en pointe. Natalie took the hanger with Ben’s suit, a plastic grocery bag of sundries hanging from it, and laid it on the bed. She lifted a set of knit boxers from the back, smiled at him, and knelt in front of him. As he released the towel, she grinned up and said “save that though, we’ll take care of that tonight,” slapping playfully at his painfully erect cock.

He groaned “What did you expect, after corseting Fiona?”

She laughed “I’d have been terribly disappointed if that didn’t happen, but we have to get these on” as she pulled the pants from his hanger. As he lifted the pants on, she held open the shirt, top three buttons undone, he pulled it over his head. “Let’s eat, we can finish dressing and leave.”

They walked to the kitchen where Fiona had laid out the two breakfast burritos Natalie had cooked while they were in the shower with large mugs of black coffee and small glasses of orange juice. Ben was amazed watching her flit across the tile floor, she seemed so wobbly in the shower. Natalie bit into her burrito and waved her finger, shooing Fiona down the hall. When she was out of earshot, Natalie said quietly around the bite of burrito “the boots are reinforced, they broke her ankles multiple times and walking is difficult for her without them.”

Ben nearly choked, nodded, and took a sip of orange juice. “You have to know if you’re going to get into this how damaged she was. She’s better, but she’s not fully recovered, physically or mentally.”

He swallowed and whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

Natalie smiled, looked him in the eye. “More than anything else, never ever say that to her. She is so capable of moving beyond, you have to be too. Now let’s go interrogate a monster.”

Natalie walked to the bedroom, where Fiona was standing at the corseting rack, her dress hanging beside her. It was a simple 50s dress she had found in a vintage shop downtown, navy blue with a white shirt collar. Natalie picked up the corseting hook, began tugging at the lower laces, which untied, unwrapped, and gave a mighty tug. He tied off the bottom while Natalie worked down the top laces, then tugged that into place and knotted them as well. He picked up Fiona’s dress and lifted it over her head, fumbling with the tiny buttons up the back. Fiona pushed him away towards his tie and shoes, as Natalie came over, now wearing a white silk shell, pencil skirt, and heels, a short jacket over her arm. As he tied his tie, Ben realized they were color coordinated, navy and white accents, and smiled to himself.

As they stepped out, Ben first, scanning for trouble in any direction, two of his team members closed around them as a black SUV pulled to the curb. Natalie and then Fiona stepped out the door. Ben caught the guard in the front of the SUV gaping at Fiona as Ben helped Natalie into the back seat, then turned to lift Fiona into the big truck. Ben gave the guard his best smile as he took his place in the front seat and they sped off, the former passenger and the two outside team members scrambling into the SUV behind them.

Ben turned to the two amazing women in the back seat. “Let’s go find out what the monster wants, shall we?”

Fiona Interrupted · Part 2 (2/2)
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