Just Three Hours · Part 2 (2/2)
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sn't want to be gagged, she safewords before being gagged. So, Jessica, are you OK with being gagged?"
"No, no gag, please! Untie me now, I am safewording. You never gave me a safeword, so I cannot say it, but I want out, now!!!"
"No safeword! Excellent! Great attitude, Jessica. So let's start you on your first gag."
Jessica closed her mouth tight, but felt her nostrils being pinched, and without thinking opened her mouth to get some air. As soon as she did that, she felt her mouth invaded by a large object, and then Jean buckling something tightly in the back of her head that forced the object even deeper in her mouth. She felt the object with her tongue. It felt like the shape of a male penis, and tasted like rubber. Try as she could, she couldn't close her mouth or expel the intruder. She tried to scream, but her previous roars were now muted down to mere growls.
Panic and rebellion swept over her like a burning wave. She could hardly move, hardly breathe, hardly hear, hardly anything except feel totally helpless. She tried to straighten up from this devilish ball-tie that kept her folded over. She screamed as her desperate effort peaked, and she tried to arch her back to gain leverage against the ropes Under the strain, not only did the sleepsack not give at all, but she lost the little balance she had, and felt herself falling on her side. Instinctively, her arm tried to move to protect her, except that her arm was totally encased inside a leather sleeve, and nothing happened. She fell over onto her side, feeling more powerless than ever, except that the fall had knocked the wind from her, and she tried not to hyperventilate, limited as she was to what air the two noseholes would give her.
"Great, Jessica, you are a champ! You really look like a girl who is bona fide freaking out! I already have my 10 minutes' worth of shoot, but you are so good that we will just continue and add some variation. Let me see. I don't want to undo you prematurely. After all, it has taken some time to get you in the right space. Yes! I know what I will do. I will take your hood off, so that the next scene lets our viewers see your face, eyes, hair, the works"
Jessica felt Jean releasing the laces that squeezed the hood on her head. At this stage, helpless as she was, she wasn't going to argue, even though showing her face violated the agreement she had given for this shoot. But she hoped for more. The gag was held in place by a strap which would have to come off before the hood. And without the gag, she would not only breathe again, but she could force Jean to set her free and end this nightmare. She felt the gag strap released, and opened her mouth wide to help the gag out. But as soon as Jean pulled the penis shape out, she slipped in a ring, which kept Jessica's jaw open. She screamed in anger and frustration. Meanwhile, not wasting a second, Jean took the blindfold off Jessica's head, then the hood, and then promptly tied a strap behind her neck that kept the ring gag buried inside her mouth.
Jessica was in shock. In a way she felt better, with breathing easy again, and her head no longer trapped inside her tight hotbox of a hood. But the trick Jean had played on her evidenced once more how helpless she was. She tried to speak, even simple words like "no", but found that the ring gag limited her to vowels and prohibited consonants. Now how do you get yourself understood with vowels only? She shook with indignation and rage, and frustration too. Well, she tried to shake, because, tightly tied as she was, shaking amounted to no more than slight tremors…
She raged and shouted and screamed, but couldn't form a single word. Surely, Jean must see that she was desperately trying to get free, either by escape or by release, that this was no longer an acting job. But Jean was there making sure that she didn't miss any of such delicous footage, and smiling like a cat licking milk.
Then Jessica understood. It was Jean's smile that was the giveaway. The more she resisted and fought her bondage, the happier the director, if Jean could be called that. So all she needed to do to be freed was to stop any action, tough though it was to remain cool and composed under the incredible circumstances. So she fought to bring her breathing under control, and slowly, she cooled down. Well, cooled down sort of only, because she was sweating profusely inside the leather prison.
She then leaned on her side, and fell as gently as she could, and just laid there motionless. She watched as her strategy seemed to work, as Jean's contented smile rapidly evaporated. She looked quizzically at Jessica, up and left. She came back a couple of minutes later.
"So, Jessica, you have decided that, in order to stop the session, you are just going to lay there motionless and waste my time, so that I will have to set you free right now? Well, maybe you still don't understand how helpless you are, what I can do to you without your being able to resist, and whom that makes the boss!". Jessica grunted as best she could and shook her head trying to get her protest across.
As she lay on her side, Jessica felt Jean behind her, and knew that she did not intend to set her free, because that was not where her bonds were. She heard a sound like a zipper opening, and felt a slight draught across her ass cheeks. Then the shock! Jessica jerked against her bonds as fingers glided down the crack of her ass. Overwhelmed by panic, Jessica frantically tried to break free of her leather prison. But her arms were tightly held, as were her legs, and the sack wasn't giving an inch. Only her head gyrated wildly but ineffectively, while she roared with anger and rage.
This did nothing to stop Jean's fingers from spreading Jessica's pussy lips open, much to the helpless girl's shock and revulsion. She felt some kind of gel being spread, and an object inserted despite her feeble attempts to prevent it. A dildo! The bitch had dared to invade her with a dildo! She couldn't let her do that, they had never said anything about that! But, as if this were not enough, she felt the invading fingers spreading her ass cheeks and lubricating her hole. If she had panicked before and tried desperately to escape, it was nothing compared to the wave of rebellion that engulfed her now. But she was much too well and tightly tied in to a ball for that to matter at all.
She felt like a helpless animal in the jaws of a predator, desperately trying to escape, though knowing that this was not going to happen. And indeed, after just a few seconds, Jessica felt her anus invaded by a hard object. She tried to tighten her muscles to prevent the intrusion, but to no avail. Jean was free to do what she wanted with her, and obviously she wanted Jessica's two holes well and truly stuffed. When that was done, Jessica felt the zipper being closed.
"You see, Jessica, when a girl is tied up and helpless, as you are, she shouldn't try and dictate what is going to happen -or not-. Our viewers pay to watch a girl fighting her bonds, and that is what we are so good at delivering. You seemed to be on the right track until you thought better of it. So now I will make it happen just the same, except it will be against your will rather than just an act. Because, set up as you are, I have full control of your pleasure, and your pain too. Actually, in order to make sure you really struggle, I am going to release part of your bondage. That will make your efforts much more spectacular!"
Jessica couldn't understand where Jean was headed, but surely it couldn't be a pleasant direction. Still, much to her surprise, she felt the ropes connecting her neck and chest to her knees undone, and then the one doubling up her legs. In one minute, she was no longer this helpless tied-up human ball, and she stretched with relish. Or at least with as much relish as is available to a girl who is tied against her wish in a leather sleepsack, gagged, and has just had her two holes raped by dildos…
As she was just beginning to relax, she felt something strange inside her. A vibration. Actually, not an unpleasant one, rather the opposite. Jessica couldn't believe it. Jean had not stuffed a dildo in her love hole, but a vibrator, and the device was now doing what it was devised for. And even though her mind was millions of miles away from lust and pleasure, Jessica felt her body responding to the vibrator. Jean had talked about controlling her pleasure, and she wasn't kidding, There was nothing Jessica could do stop her response to the buzzing vivrator buried in her pussy. Soon she was moaning, trying both to expel the intruder and to increase the intensity of her feeling.
As she could not reach the vibrator with her hands tightly confined inside the leather sleeves, and as her hips were tightly pressed together by the unyielding sleepsack, there was nothing she could do to rid her pussy from the invader. And, meanwhile, her pleasure was increasing, and, with it, her moans. Soon, she was writhing, flexing her legs, trying to accentuate the waves of pleasure that were generated inside her despite her will.
That is when she felt it. At first a tingle, neither especially pleasant nor painful, then the shock. She felt a bolt of pain inside her. How could that be, when she was protected by her leather prison? Then she understood! The dildo that Jean had stuck up her ass was sending shocks inside her!!! That was what she meant when she said she now had control over her pleasure and pain. Then another shock, stronger, and another one, even stronger. She howled and squirmed as the spasm of pain spread throughout her body. But the leather prison held her much too tightly for her to do anything except fold and unfold on the ground like a worm.
There was nothing Jessica could do, and never had she felt so helpless so powerless. Even the fact that she was no longer so fully immobilized made no difference, as her desperate writhings to rid herself of the intruders that dispensed pain and pleasure against her will did nothing to help her. She tried to speak, to scram, to shout, to plead, but her ring gag prevented the formation of any words, and Jean actually looked like she was enjoying this. Suddenly the twin stimulation stopped, the pleasurable and the painful one. Jessica let out a huge sigh as she tried to relax and regain her breath.
Jessica was thinking that the two hours she was told the shoot would last must be over. Jean had mentioned that she would get some ten minutes of film. Surely she had enough by now. So she begin to convince herself that the ordeal was over. The 500$ were hers! Actually now that it was over, it hadn't been that bad. It was the fear, the uncertainty, the anxiety that had really gotten to her, but Jean hadn't actually hurt her seriously. The relief at her predicament being over made her almost giddy and lightheaded, waiting for Jean to relieve her from her leather prison.
So why was Jean holding a leather hood in her hand? She tried to speak but was once more foiled by the gag. "Sorry, Jessica, while you were enjoying your previous setup, I was on the phone. The girl who was supposed to do the all-night livecast just chickened out, so we have no other option but to ask you to do it in her stead. Yes, I know, it is not night-time yet, but as you are already set-up, we might as well get on with it right now. Let me tell you how we will do it, as this is obviously an improvisation. We started at 3pm, it is now 5. The show runs form 7pm to 7am, which means for you a total of 16 hours in bondage.
Now I know that, left to yourself, you might just fall asleep, and that is not what our members pay for. So I thought of a way to keep you active through the show. All I need to do is to put this hood on you, lace it tightly, and then connect it to your feet, tieing you in a tight arc. That way, you won't be going anywhere, you will stay nicely in focus for the camera, and you can be left all night unsupervised. Because, I, of course, will not be there to monitor you. After all, I need my beauty sleep.
So, in order to keep you, and our members "interested", shall we say, I shall just connect the pain and pleasure stimulators to the site, so that the members can vote to increase or decrease one or the other. You will see, it works well. Except that, without telling them, in order to spice it up, I will actually reverse the connections. When they think they are stimlating you, you will actually get shocked, and when they want to make it less intense, it will actually increase.
As there are always new people coming on line, even if some already cotton to what we've done, the new arrivals won't know and will push up your stimulation to a level which which they -and you- should find, shall we say entertaining.! So, no more words, let's get on with it."
Jessica couldn't believe what she'd just heard. She's been tied up 2 hours, and it had already felt like ages, and now she would have to endure 14 more, on top of the two? And left alone, all night, with the crazy stimulation and shocks going on at the hands of perverts watching online? She desperately struggled to show Jean that she was not going to let this happen to her. She raged and shrieked, so that this could not possibly reflect any acting, but sheer, real terror and revolt.
But, cocooned as she was in her tight leather prison, there was nothing she could do to stop Jean from grabbing her hair with one hand, and, with the other, slipping a leather hood onto her head. This she positioned easily, as it incorporated a leather gag which she slotted right indide the ring gag and Jessica's open mouth. Now she could again see nothing, not hear much through the heavy leather, and her roars and shrieks were muffled by the gag and hood, though there was a breathing tube that let air in and out. She felt Jean lace the hood on, felt the tightness gradually extend to her neck, as Jean meticulously took any slack out of the lacing.
Which she reinforced with straps across Jessica's hood over her eyes and mouth, and from the top of her head and under her chin. That hood was not coming off unaided, and Jessica felt isolated from the outside world. That alone indicated more than anything else the long solitude and immobility and helplessness that loomed over her.
She then felt her head pulled back, and connected to her ankles which Jean also pulled back, as she had said that she would. Surprisingly, that connection (a rope? a leather strap?) was not pulled breathtakingly tight, unlike the rest of her bondage. Jessica was beginnig to think that she might be able to worm her way out of the camera's field. Surely someone would either check on her or respond to the angry posts of viewers if that happened, and that would be the end of the show. Again, despite her predicament, she had a glimmer of hope.
"Before you think of sliding away, Jessica darling, think again. I have looped the teather tieing the top of your hood to the tips of your feet around two poles that are bolted to the floor. That way, you can struggle, and move, and show distress, -and you will, believe me, you will!- but you can't move away. Sorry, but you are a beginner at this, and I am not! Look, we are done now, it is 3:15, and the show doesn't start until 7. I'll be off until tomorrow morning, and I would recommend that you try to catch an early afternoon nap, because the night will be active and will demand all the energy you have. Oh, and, by the way, I said that the show ends at 7 am.
That doesn't mean that any of us feels obligated to get up at some ungodly hour just to set you free at that time. So you will be able to enjoy a long lazy morning in bed. How lucky you are: afternoon nap, and morning in bed. How many girls who have to work late and start early would liek to be in your place! Well, I am done, so I will wish you a great time. Bye!"
Jesscia felt Jean's hands on her hooded head, and what mut have been two kisses on her cheeks, and then nothing. Was it possible that Jean was actually gone, that she was actually alone, tied up, immobilized, gagged, hooded, at the helpless mercy -or lack of actually- of bondage freaks who paid to see girls struggle in their bonds, and would make sure to vibrate her and zap her into desperate reactions?
Just Three Hours · Part 2 (2/2)
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