Terry · Part 2 (2/2)
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The petticoat was several layers of soft net with a satin lining that caressed her legs as it slid into place. The gown came next, this she lifted over her head. She zipped the dress up and marveled at how the design of the dress hid both her bra and the shoes she wore. Only one thing remained, the veil, which she clipped into her hair with a comb. Looking in her mirror, she hoped that this costume had the same effect on Terry that his special panties were having on her.
"I’m ready are you?" She yelled, "Ready when you are, come on up."
Sue carefully made her way across the hall to the stairs that led to their playroom in the attic. She had to lift the skirt of her gown, as the steps were steep. She carefully ascended, fully aware of the height of the shoes locked on her feet and the ease with which she could overbalance.
Opening the door at the top of the landing she walked into the room, Terry turned to look at her, his jaw dropping.
"Wow" He stared opened mouthed.
"What do you think then?" She twirled slowly her hands outstretched so he could get the full view, but also for balance more than anything.
He moved across to her, placing his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately.
"You look amazing, its a shame I am going to have to cover your beautiful face."
"Oh and what exactly are you going to do to me?", she strained past his shoulder to see the fruits of his labors.
Stepping aside, Terry presented his creation, " I present, the chair…"
The chair looked like no other chair she had ever seen. A single chrome pole supported what at first glance would look like a black executive lounger.
But closer inspection revealed the multitude of leather straps that crossed the top. What appeared like a small fridge was located a distance from the chair. A thick cable coiling loose towards the chair.
"If you will my love, I need to prepare you first."
Terry walked over to the chair and lifted two leather cuffs from the chair. The cuffs were different than the usual ones. They buckled around her wrists, a large steel disc attached to each one.
"How do these work then?” She asked, examining the discs.
"They are magnetic restraints. The discs are attracted to electromagnets on the side of the chair. When they are activated, they require 140lbs of force to separate."
"More than I can lift, that’s for sure."
"And at the angle your arms will be, it will be impossible for you to remove them"
Terry returned this time with the end of the thick-coiled cable. "If you could turn around dear.."
He lifted the hem of her skirt and fought through the petticoat to reach her panties, and plugged the cable into socket at the back of her panties.
Guiding her to the chair, he retrieved the last item from the top of the chair.
"I need you to open your mouth now."
Sue obliged, Terry pushing a black molded block into her mouth, two tubes protruding from between her lips. The block fitted perfectly between her teeth, apart from the two tubes sticking out from her mouth, you would never have guessed that Sue was now very effectively gagged.
"I now need you to hop up onto the chair if you will"
Sue mumbled a response as best she could and hopped up onto the chair, trying hard to keep her weight off her rear. Terry guided her legs around and she sunk suddenly sunk into the chair. A cut out in the base of the chair allowed the cable protruding from her rear to nestle without placing undue strain on her.
Terry busied himself with arranging her skirt, feet and the cable to the end of the chair. Sue wondered as to how he was going to stop her from pushing the gag in her mouth out. She quickly had an answer. He had produced a leather mask, which he helped with her assistance, around her face. Passing the two tubes through an opening in the mouth, and arranging her veil, he strapped the hood tight. She could breath through nose holes in the leather, its rich scent filling her nostrils. The constriction of her corset was making her breathing labored, especially given her high state of arousal.
She thought to herself that maybe she should have tightened it slightly less than she had.
He guided her left hand down to the side of the chair and down, so her arm was at an almost at right angles to her torso. She felt the disc attached to her arm 'grab', as the disk attached to the cuff slammed onto the electromagnet there, he repeated the task on her right arm. She was now very much at his mercy. Strap after strap was tightened across her body. Effectively making her one with the chair. Across her chest, waist, thighs, legs and ankles. Movement of anything other than her head was now impossible. And
Terry was about to see to that. She felt something slide across her face and felt her head being pushed back as yet more straps were tightened.
Terry finally connected the pipes protruding from her mouth to pipes that emerged from the chair.
Now totally immobile she noticed that she could no longer hear Terry moving about.
He stood back and admired his handiwork. The white satin of her gown contrasted sharply with the black leather straps that welded her body to the chair. He could perceive the rapidly rising and falling of her chest and concluded that her excitement was rapidly mounting. She could not hear as Terry had built very effective soundproofing into the leather hood, which also held her gag and blindfolded her. Only one thing remained to do before he delivered his masterstroke. He went over to the 'fridge' and opened its door. Inside were mounted several batteries, a small computer, switching equipment, pumps and bags holding a thin paste like substance.
He flicked a switch and watched with pride as the black upholstery of the chair inflated with high-pressure air. Sue could suddenly feel the straps holding her tighten even more, causing her to moan through her gag with surprise. She felt as if she was rising from the chair into the straps.
Any movement she did have was now totally gone. She felt Terry push something into her left hand. She gripped it instinctively. She suddenly heard a crackle and surmised that Terry had fitted headphones into the hood that cut off her sight and speech.
"Hello dear, the switch you hold in your hand is the pleasure/punishment control. The chair operates like so. A computer controls every function of it and will pleasure you and torment you according to a program I have devised. The program will terminate after a set time at which point It will release you. The left tube in your mouth carries water. Simply place your tongue over the right tube and suck. The right tube contains a thin gruel should you become hungry, put your tongue over the left for that."
Sue suddenly became alarmed, how long was he going to leave me like this?
"If you cannot stand the torment, press the button and the computer will switch the program to pleasure, but beware that each time you abort the torment, the duration of the pleasure increases three-fold. A torment itself. I will now set the timer, don’t go anywhere…"
The headphones crackled off, sound gone.
Terry walked over to the fridge and opened the door. He set a time of three hours on the timer. He was about to shut the door when he smirked to himself, and reset the timer for three days, before closing the door.
"In about five minutes the sequence will begin. All you bodily functions are taken care of so lie back and enjoy it. The enema should begin about now."
Almost at once she felt the anal probe inflate, making removal impossible.
Warm water then began to fill her inside. At the same time the catheter in her urethra inflated, also making its removal impossible.
"You may wonder how long I will leave you like this. Well as I said, the device will release you after a set period of time. Time enough for me to get to the bank, withdraw 'our' money, and make good my escape. I hope you understand that I have big plans for that money and hope that what I leave you is sufficient recompense."
Sue was startled. He wanted to take all of our money! To leave me!
And all the things we worked for, and to leave me bound inescapably to a fiendish device to ensure his escape!
"With that final thought, I leave you and wish all the best in the future."
The speaker crackled off, and Sue began straining at her bonds in a futile attempt to escape. Terry could only perceive the slightest movement from Sue, but could see the jolt that she made as the vibrator against her clit burst into life. Sue screamed into her gag. Half passion, half rage.. So consumed with her predicament and what Terry had done to her she almost didn’t notice the tingling sensation now building in her nipples.
Terry turned and walked down the steps. He wasn’t really leaving, but he did enjoy messing with her mind. He would go out, run some errands, maybe visit some friends before returning tonight to release her and slowly make love to his wife. He left the house, pausing to look at the top floor window and thought of the package within. He was still thinking of her as he pulled his car down the driveway and into the road. He was still thinking of her as the car pulled across the junction at the bottom of the road, and still thinking of her as he glanced at the truck from the corner of his eye.
Sue strained harder and harder against her bonds, the vibrator buzzing against her causing her passion to rise, the tingling around her nipples coming in waves now. The pressure reached a crescendo and she came with a force so strong she screamed again. Anyone watching would have perceived the chair shake ever so slightly as a mewing noise came from the leather wrapped head. She came again, even stronger this time, almost passing out and in her passions dropped the switch.
She stopped, dread filling her mind. What have I done! Almost at once, the vibrator stopped, the automatic enema still performed its filling and purge cycle. Sue was powerless to stop it. The tingling began in her breasts this time more insistent. She moaned again as she began to push psychologically at least against the intruders within her, mentally willing the vibrator to begin again.
Terry shook his head. It really, really hurt. Blinking his eyes he tried to take in his surroundings, the room was unfamiliar, he was in bed. He lifted his hand to his head, noticed that an IV drip was in his hand, and touched his bandaged head, sending waves of searing pain through his already throbbing head. A nurse came in and began busying herself around him.
"Where am I?" He asked groggily.
"Saint Luke’s hospital, you where in a car accident." Terry shook his head. He was having trouble remembering anything.
"What happened?"
"I think you got hit by a truck, very lucky to be alive. You have been unconscious for nearly a week. But don’t worry, the doctor will be here soon, he will explain everything to you."
Terry was suddenly hit with recollection. His wife! Still strapped to his machine, running for three days! Terry was worried.
"My wife! Where is she?” Terry grabbed the nurse’s arm.
She looked at him puzzled, outside in the hallway, she’s been here the last three days, by your side most nights."
Terry relaxed and released her arm.
"Ill send her in now you are awake" She smiled.
After a few minutes the door opened, and stood in the doorway was Sue.
"Thought you could run off hey?"
"That was never supposed to happen, I was only going to leave you for a few hours! I promise"
Sue moved over to the bed, sat on the end and held his hand.
"I know dear, you need two signatures to withdraw our money, and both of us must be present. I remembered that after about my fifth orgasm, bastard."
"Are you still angry?"
"Oh I am very angry, three days spent strapped to your diabolical chair."
Terry smiled, his wife returning it.
"Thank you very much for the ride of my life, but don’t think you are out the woods yet" She scowled "Oh why is that"
"Well for one, I now have to think of something to get my own back on you. And also…"
Sue lifted her foot onto the bed and lifted her skirt up, revealing her high-heeled shoes, locked with tiny padlocks.
"Because you didn’t bother to leave the keys for these damned shoes out where I could find them did you?"
Terry · Part 2 (2/2)
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