Paula and Jane Take a Road Trip · Part 2 (2/2)
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Ben Wa Balls are just a smaller heavier ball inside a bigger ball. The movement in the smaller one clonks against the bigger one and you can feel the little variations as they rattle around inside you. And Jane was doing her level best to make the car rattle. I thought she was trying to shake the teeth from my head.
I guess Jane finally turned on to the motorway, as the constant jolting I had endured became minimal and the car seemed to glide along.
The nice feeling the Ben Wa Balls were giving me stopped and I could only feel the crotchrope rubbing my clit and lips. I wriggled myself into a semi upright position, propping myself against the side of the boot and the back of the car seat. I wasn't breathing as heavy now that I wasn't thrown about, and I had a little doze.
It was the car turning suddenly that jolted me awake. I also smacked the side of my head against the back of the car seat.
I muffled and angry expletive to Jane, who heard me through the baby monitor and called out to me "Sorry Honey, did I wake you up."
Jane must have heard me snore.
Hardly surprising, with a bloody great big gag in my mouth.
I heard a door open and then close, and the car automatically locked all the doors. I was now locked in the boot for as long as Jane wanted to gallivant about.
I tried to force myself upright again wedging my back and my arms against the back seat and my feet pressing against the lip of the boot. I huffed into the gag, angry that Jane left me alone. She had told me she wanted to drive all the way, and I had psyched myself to do just that. I wasn't feeling nervous or claustrophobic at all until Jane got out of the car. Then my mind started to play tricks. How long had I been in the car asleep? How close were we to the cabin? Why had Jane left me alone? How long would she leave me alone?
I guess I could kick at the boot door and try to attract some attention. That would be stupid though. If someone other than Jane heard it and tried to force the boot, Jane would be in trouble; most likely charged with Kidnap until it all got resolved. I didn't want to do that. Besides how embarrassed would I be if it were reported in the newspapers or TV. My parents would know what a kinky bitch their daughter and her girlfriend were. Oh the shame of that didn't bear thinking about.
I was surprised when the car auto-lock opened and the boot popped open. My eyes had adapted to the gloomy interior of the boot, and it was really painful having the sunlight blast down onto your face. I turned my head away blinking and my eyes squinting.
"I ID EE SOP" I muffled through the gag.
"Hi Paula. Sorry about that. I needed a pee. You need a drink or anything? I bought a Choc-ice and a bottle of water."
I shook my head.
Jane dragged the wrapper of the cold Ice down my breast and stomach slowly before rubbing it into my crotch making me shiver. She had an evil grin on her face. Then she placed the cold bottle of water between my thighs and I squealed in protest.
She laughed as she pressed the bottle into my pussy.
"I bet that's soothing after that crotchrope being pulled back and forth."
"GED ID OFF EE. 'S OWD." I shouted at her.
"The water too cold for you? Okay. Looks like Miss Grumpy doesn't want a Choc-ice either. Well don't say I didn't offer."
She turned on her heel, pressing the boot closed, trapping me in my darkened prison once more.
I could hear her teasing me.
"Mmm. This Choc-Ice is so yummy on a nice hot day like today."
It took about another ten minutes for us to get underway again. Jane deliberately got out the car again, I guess to throw the Choc-Ice wrapper into a waste bin. Then the SUV fired into life, and I was thrown about in the back as Jane drove back onto the Motorway.
I wedged myself back upright against the boot and the back seat again. My head was resting against the roof of the boot. I found that it was a little more comfortable this way. If I used my feet against lip of the boot and press myself back against the back seat I could keep myself better upright, and also stop the crotchrope from sawing me in half with every move of my hands.
I thought that sitting upright would also stop the drool flowing out from my gagged lips. Well beggars can’t be choosers. The drool flowed freely down my breasts, over my thighs, puddling down my pussy. I hate drooling over myself. Sure it looks lovely and erotic seeing a beautiful model with a nice tight gag drooling, but it’s completely different if you dribble all over yourself. Still, there was nothing I could do about that.
I tried to imagine where we were. I had no light and could only see a shady outline of the boot and my body. I tried to guess where we were and how far we had come. It was all completely useless because I had dozed off. We had also stopped for a bit. When the boot opened I saw the sun and the side of the diner.
It could be any number of little places along the route. It was very disconcerting not knowing the time of day or where exactly you are, and how long you were sitting in the dark.
My eyes grew accustomed to the gloomy boot space I was sitting in. There was nothing in the boot to concentrate on. I was uncomfortable and my jaw ached. It was some relief to bite down hard on the latex ball just to get my jaws working again. The boot was also getting quite warm. I started to perspire with little beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I guess there wasn't a flow of air conditioning getting to the boot. Jane would be sitting, lovely and cool up front, while I sat in a sweatbox at the back. It was my own bloody silly idea though. Well almost!
I couldn't believe that I was complaining about Jane wanting to help me act out my fantasy. I guess sitting up front in the car just tied hands and ankles would have been a little boring. Sure I could see out the window and listen to the radio or a C. D. This way I could have more rope on my body. I could wriggle in a confined space and imagine I was being kidnapped; abducted against my free will.
I could be a spy or a police officer and an evil villain had the drop on me. I was to be taken away to be questioned and gotten rid of. My mind wandered back to the old black and white reruns of snooping secretaries or girlfriends bound tightly and gagged so they were helpless. Strapped to a tree length, as it slowly drew along the conveyor belt to a waiting Buzz saw.
A cowgirl, tied onto the railway tracks as the twelve fifteen whistled it's arrival as she struggled helplessly. Unseen by the driver, as the train drew ever closer; while the rustlers were getting away with Daddy's Longhorn cattle.
For me, I was Barbara Gordon, the Batgirl. Batman was trapped in one of the Joker's dastardly traps and I drove my powerful motorbike to the hideout to rescue Batman. I felt the throb of the motorbike engine that sat between my purple catsuited legs. I parked the bike down a dark alleyway so as not to give my position away. I climbed a fire escape and across the roof before entering a skylight that was in need of a lot of repair work. I prowled around in the semi gloom of a warehouse I found myself in. In front of me was a small box about three feet square. I sidled up to it for closer inspection.
It appeared to be a Jack in the Box toy. I couldn't resist a peek as I was sure the box was no toy for children. I lifted the catch. A cackle of Clown laughter erupted from the box. Darn I thought. What a Rookie mistake! Now everyone in the building would be on the scene in minutes. The box looked so inviting; I couldn't resist the urge to peek into the box. I guessed the box was rigged with a face recognition device. The inner workings of the box sprung to life. A big spring with the boxing glove uncoiled and sprang out of the inside. I swerved my head to avoid being hit in the face, but didn't duck fast enough. The glove caught me just above my ear and I staggered back.
My purple kitten heel boots caught on something on the floor as I stumbled backward. My purple and yellow cape hardened. The batwing formed just like it was designed to, and it slowed my fall to the floor, before the ridges deactivated leaving me wrapped up in my own cape. I cursed at another Rookie mistake.
It was then I heard the tap of heels running towards me and the weight of someone crush me into the floor. I twisted my head around to see the flash of a black, white and red catsuit clad woman straddling my chest. My cape had wrapped my arms tightly to my chest and I was defenseless to strike at her.
It was the Harley Quinn. She had pounced on me at my most defenseless. I smelt the perfume on her. It was a flowery and subtle. I liked it. The beautiful Harley Quinn wasn't a fighter. She was clever though.
"Hello Batgirl. How's my favourite flying rodent?"
"I see you still have a crush on me Harley Quinn." I grunted.
She laughed and pressed the chloroformed rag across my face, pressing it hard over my mouth and nose. I tried to wriggle my face sideways but Harley Quinn pressed the rag harder and I succumbed to the sweet and sickly smell which had been making me weaker with every second. Eventually I slumped into unconsciousness.
I awoke drowsy with a headache from the chloroform. I was face down strapped onto a bed of little rollers. My hands were tied behind me, but were too snug to wriggle my wrists out off. My arms were pinned to my side with strong rope, and wriggling my purple boots I could feel rope lashing my ankles, and also above and below my knees. My ankles and knees were also strapped down over the little rollers. Darn. Trapped, by a devious and dangerous Harley Quinn.
"Goody. You are awake. How does your head feel you Purple Pest. I wanted you to be awake before we got started."
"You mean tying me to a bed of rollers isn't the start?" I questioned her with curiosity.
"Oh no Batgirl. That is just the prequel. Now open wide and let me explain."
Harley Quinn dangled a latex Ballgag, about two inches wide, from a gloved hands.
"That's never going to fit me." I pleaded. As I protested, Harley Quinn just jammed the ball behind my teeth and tightened the straps tightly. God dam it. I made another stupid mistake.
She pressed the ball deeper into my mouth with her thumbs, caressing my cheeks which almost made me shudder in pleasure. Then the evil bitch tightened the strap by another couple of holes. It was so tight I thought my head was going to explode.
"Now that I have you suitably gagged Batgirl, I want to explain to you my newest toy. It's called the Earthquake Machine. Those boffins at Cal-Tech use this sort of machine as a platform to test building structures for earthquakes. It vibrates and shudders side to side and forward and backward. I have added my own little touch to it of course, which you will find out very soon. In the end though, it will literally shake you to death. Of course by then I will be off helping Joker dispose of the Boy Blunder, Robin, and that boyfriend of yours Batman!"
"Ees 'ot 'I oyhend!" I mumbled over the thick latex ball in my mouth.
Batman and I were just fuck buddies. Everyone suspected I was Bruce Wayne's latest squeeze. To be fair, I was actually his longtime girlfriend, but were keeping it from the Press. Batman just brought out the animal instincts in both of us. Plus he looked really hot in his batsuit. The sex with him was intense and amazing.
Harley Quinn sauntered over to the switch on the wall. She was all wiggles and the cut of her catsuit added to the sensual way she moved. Her heeled boots, lightly clipping on the concrete floor. Looking at her and my fantasising of Batman two minutes ago had made me hot with lust. I wanted to strangle her but I also wanted her to take me to a level of ecstasy I just didn't get with Batman.
I knew I was bisexual, and sometimes I needed to be fucked and toyed with by Catwoman and Poison Ivy. Harley Quinn had eluded me so far. I enjoyed the feeling of being tied and toyed and the danger of their death trap devices they all seemed to magic up for me. The restrictions of the rope added to my warped sense of pleasure and heightened my sexuality, for whatever reason. Perhaps I was damaged goods like the enemies I had put into Arkham Asylum.
"I hope you enjoy the machine Batgirl. You will just "crack up" when you see how much pleasure it will give you, before it rattles your pretty head off your shoulders." She pulled the lever down and the machine whirled into life with the rollers gently vibrating my whole body. She turned on her heeled boots and clipped on out of the door, leaving me to her peril.
I murmured at the slow massage it was giving me. Rollers caressed my breasts and rolled my nipples. I gasped as I could feel them harden in pleasure at the contact with the machine. The heat was rising from my thighs and crotch as I thrust them in closer contact with the machine. There seemed to be one roller that was a little thinner but deeper than the others and as I pressed my crotch down onto it, the roller touched me in that "just so" special way.
I closed my eyes. I could only think of how good Harley Quinn’s contraption was. If she would only give up her life of crime to design wonderful contraptions like this, she would make an absolute fortune. I know I would rob banks to buy something like this. Panting from the touch of the machine I had an orgasm. It was then I noticed the machine become a little faster. The rollers on my nipples rolled faster teasing me through my purple catsuit. Boy was this machine good. The special roller pressing against my sex had also increased speed. I could do nothing to stop the wonderful feelings radiating from my pussy up my body. I tried to hold myself back but the roller was so intense I had to bite down on the latex ball in my mouth to prevent myself screaming from a wonderfully powerful orgasm.
And then the machine became faster still. The rollers were shaking me now as well as rolling my body. The special roller between my legs was now caressing my pussy, slit and clit, and from my movements; Oh wow was I in heaven and also in big trouble.
I was so horny now I was on the edge of my orgasm. I also realised that every orgasm I had made the machine go faster. I tried to lift my crotch off the rollers, but the straps held me down, directly onto the special roller. I tried to twist and struggle. I pressed my nails into my palms to bring me some pain to counteract the pleasure building up between my legs. That was useless, as my Bat gloves were a soft Kevlar composite. Flexible to wear as my Bat suit, but would stop high powered bullets. Crying in frustration I came again, this time screaming in pleasure. Then the machine started to shake my body in all directions. The special roller between my legs started to rise, pressing right down on my clitoris.
"Noooo." I cried over the large latex ball in my mouth.
This could not be happening to me. I had wanted Harley Quinn to pleasure me but this was too much.
I screamed again as the roller stroked my clitoris to another orgasm. I shuddered trying to recover my composure. Then all the rollers started to move in random sequences. They rode up and down, started to spread wider then contract so my body felt like it was tearing itself apart while the special roller continued its assault on my clit.
My insides were turning to orgasmic mush as I panted and begged and screamed orgasm after orgasm as the machine rolled and batted my body about. I was thrown about so much I guess I broke the machine. Panting from exhaustion, sweat poured from my body and slowly realised I was laying on the side of my face in a small puddle of drool.
The boot suddenly opened and Jane stuck her head in the boot, with a worried look on her face.
"Are you okay Paula? We are here Honey, but I have been listening to you pant and squeal and shout for the last ten minutes. The ground doesn't have a tarmac road and the car was bouncing all over the place."
She was trying to unstrap the gag as fast as she could to see if I was alright. It was only then that it dawned on me I wasn't being rescued by Batman. I was lying face down in the boot of the SUV. The big ball popped from my lips and drool ran down my face. I turned over on my side working my jaw with a big smile on my face.
"Oh thank god you are alright." As she helped me sit up and hugged me to her.
Breathless from the orgasms I had and still trying to work my jaws, I could only croak at her. "Jane you have to try the Earthquake Machine. It's amazing." As I nuzzled into her neck in pleasure, smelling the same perfume Harley Quinn had worn.
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Paula and Jane Take a Road Trip · Part 2 (2/2)
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