The Abduction · Part 1 (1/2)
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As he slowly became aware of sounds around him, Brian realized something was desperately wrong. The first thing that struck him was how fuzzy his head seemed to feel. Very slowly, he tried to lift his head from off his chest. That was when the second thing struck him. His head was totally covered in what seemed to be a snug fitting hood, possibly leather. The only opening in the hood was just below the nose and he breathed deeply.
"Yep it's leather" he thought.
He was surprised to discover that the smell actually pleased him. He could feel a collar around his neck and felt the weight of a chain hanging from it.
"OK man" he thought to himself, "get this shit figured out."
He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. What he saw were two black clad legs (also in what looked like leather). At first his foggy brain couldn't connect those legs with his body, but when he tried to move one of his legs he watched one of the black clad legs twitch. The mist over his brain was starting to clear and Brian came to terms with the fact that he seemed to have woken in a strange place, mummified in black leather literally from head to toe and bound with restraints by the arms and legs to a chair. Although the chair had wheels, the chain he felt hanging from his neck, he could clearly see now was tied to a metal eye hook imbedded in a cement floor.
"Think, man, think." he chided himself.
His last memory was of he and his wife in the bar, they had gone to celebrate their anniversary. They were feeling pretty good, and had fucked like bunnies before getting showered and ready to go out on the town. They had dressed in their finest and had ended up in the busiest bar in the city.
Serena had gone to get drinks and he recalled how fine she looked in the sleek light brown leather pants, black shiny leather spike heeled boots (the kind that you could easily imagine on either side of your head holding you tight) and sassy little black halter with the high, open v-neck drawing the eye to the ample cleavage she loved to show off. As he had watched her at the bar, he realized how quickly she drew people to her with her sultry, almost arrogant looks and yet how quickly she could put people at ease. She had been chatting with a very handsome, almost beautiful man while waiting to be served and he thought again how lucky he was to have someone like her.
Then she was back, they were drinking and dancing and laughing and things were becoming fuzzy. He knew he was getting unsteady and suggested they end the evening at home by the fireplace. He remembered she had smiled and kissed him suggestively. "Okay, be a good boy and finish up the one you have and I'll take you home."
He finished his drink and stood to go. He remembered thinking he would hold off as long as he could on the next orgasm and hopefully take Serena's night over the top. They had made their way through the crowd and out to the street to hail a cab. He was feeling very wobbly and there was a cab already there. The handsome man from the bar was getting in and seeing Serena searching for one also, offered to share his. Brian could almost recall the address the man gave the cabbie but the rest of the night was gone.
His heart started to thump in his chest as he quickly realized how bad his situation was. What he couldn't wrap his head around was the outfit.
Although, the more he thought about it, the more he became acutely aware of the leather and how tight it was over his limbs, indeed his whole body. Almost as if the suit were custom fit to him. He felt a stirring in his loins and looked down with a stunned expression. He was getting aroused!
"Get a grip man," he thought, "you got no idea what is going on here and what these people want."
Still, if they meant to rob him or hurt him, why take the time to put him into such a lovely suit. He wiggled his fingers, which is about all he seemed free to do as his wrist were bound to the arms of the chair by leather straps. Even his fingers were covered by leather gloves. His feet too, were bound but they were brought back to the pole that the seat was welded to and a small chain was linked to the cuffs around his ankles. The suit even covered his feet in a sock style. His feet were positioned with each one on an extension piece of the base so that the chair may still be rolled around unobstructed.
Brian sat in the middle of the room facing a door. To the left of the door and along the wall, was a long counter and although he knew there were things on it, it was high enough that he couldn't see what they were. On the wall above the counter hung an odd assortment of equipment. There were several different gas masks, a variety of steel poles all different lengths with eye hooks on each end. Several long leather straps hung beside the counter in neat strips along with several other straps that were alot shorter but some had steel rings in the middle while others had round balls in the center of the small straps.
Beside the counter was what looked like an exercise bike with a perverted twist. There were eye hooks just below the seat attached to the stabilizing legs of the device with cuffs locked to them and another set of cuffs locked to what looked like medical stirrups that were obviously how it was peddled. The biggest perversion to this piece of equipment was a long, adjustable rod that was welded to the peddle mechanism. On the other end of that rod was a very large dildo that hung almost to the middle of the seat and an inch or two above it. Brian didn't need to see the device in action to know that it was a torture fucking machine. "That's easy enough," he thought, "just don't peddle."
Continuing to survey his surroundings, it ran through his mind that the only times he had ever seen anything like this room were in movies in medieval times. These were the torture chambers of that time period (with a few modern updates). To the right of the door was a large wooden cross with more of the sinister looking eye hooks embedded in it at the top and at the bottom. He imagined himself, spread eagle, tied to it and found his erection growing even more.
There was one more piece of equipment in his line of sight and this looked almost like a saw-horse only it had a padded bench on the top of it. It was a little lower than waist high and also had the eye hooks embedded in the front and back stabilizing legs. This one also had a hook in the front of the bench. "Lord only knows what's behind me?" he thought although the thought did not frighten him anymore. The more he looked around the room, the more his erection grew.
Faintly he became aware of a clicking sound and as it grew louder, he realized, "Someone is coming, and in heels from the sound of it".
His apprehension grew slightly as he understood he was going to meet the person who put him here. The door swung open and for a minute he thought he must be dreaming. There, in the doorway, stood an impressive looking woman dressed in a tight rubber suit, beautiful blue and black corset, crotch high 5" stiletto heels, long shiny black gloves and a full rubber hood with only eye holes and mouth and nose holes. She stood and watched him for a minute, slowly sauntered over to him and laid a hand on the side of his hooded face. He could feel the heat from her hands through the hood and instantly his erection was rock hard. He squirmed a little and she chuckled a husky little laugh.
"Hmm," she purred, "it would seem that you are enjoying your abduction a little too much." To emphasize what she meant, she let her gloved hand drop from his face to come to rest on his throbbing dick. She patted it lightly and chuckled again as this caused him to convulse and moan.
"I have been watching you taking in your surroundings," she pointed to the far wall above the table and I saw she was pointing to a camera mounted high in the corner of the room. "You must be quite curious as to what is behind you after seeing all of my lovely devices in front of you." She placed her hands over his forearms and leaned in close to his face. "I wonder how you will react when you see?" Slowly, she turned his chair to face the only part of the room that he hadn't seen.
There, blindfolded, arms cuffed and locked to a chain high above her head, naked except for a pair of thigh high black, shiny, high heeled boots, was his lovely Serena. She also had one of the small straps with the ball in the middle, which he now knew to be a gag, buckled around her face. Her head hung on her chest and she looked so very helpless that his heart jumped. He started to struggle vigorously against his restraints, making throaty growls and flashing fire from his eyes. Even though she looked lovely hanging there, his erection disappeared, fearing what was going to happen to her. His host, however, missed nothing and commented on this with a smile. "Don't worry, pet, she will not be harmed…….. too much."
With a delighted laugh, the rubber clad vision started to purposefully make her way over to where Serena stood, helpless and shaking slightly. Again, he made a futile attempt to get out of his restraints to help his wife. The rubber woman slowly raised a hand, looked him straight in the eyes, and brought the hand down with a loud smack on Serena's bottom. Until now, Serena had been so quiet that Brian wondered if she was conscious at all. With the first crack to her bottom, however, she started wriggling, muffled cries coming from her gagged mouth. Her booted feet were barely touching the floor, limiting her ability to move away from the stinging smacks.
"Watch as I spank your slutty looking woman" the rubber domme commanded.
Again, the hand came up, and again landed with a resounding smack. This time, though, Serena didn't scream. This time she actually moaned a little. Instantly, his erection was back in full force. The rubber goddess then moved to stand behind Serena, leaned into her and started a slow, sensuous rub over her bare bottom. This time Serena actually leaned into the hands that gave her torture and pleasure. Brian looked at the woman in rubber and her piercing eyes were looking straight at him, assessing his movements, what little he could move.
"I am Goddess Layna, and you are my toys," she purred. "I will do with you what I want and you will thank me for it. You have no value to me other than being my playthings."
With that statement, she moved her hands slowly around to caress Serena's breasts. When Serena made a whimper of pleasure, the goddess tweaked her nipples hard enough to make her jump and scream into the gag. Goddess Layna abruptly moved away, leaving Serena dazed and swinging slightly. She walked over to the bench that held an assortment of sex toys, picked up a silver, metal dildo attached to a nasty looking box and walked slowly back to Serena. Brian watched her rubber ass move as she walked and in spite of himself, thought, "I want to lick that ass." When Layna was beside Serena she commanded, "spread your feet, slut" and Serena struggled to obey, though she didn't have much movement.
The goddess bent down to Serena's pubic region, lovingly spread her pussy lips, and slowly began to insert the dildo, while my wife stood there quivering and moaning. The box she set on the floor just behind the bound and naked woman. From the box, she removed what looked like a remote control device and started fiddling with the knobs inside the box. When she was satisfied that everything was as it should be, she moved gracefully over to Brian, put her hands on his leather clad face, and caressed him slowly. She leaned in close enough to his face that he could feel her hot breath wash over him.
"Now, I am going to release your chains and you are going to be a good boy and do exactly as I tell you, right?"
Brian watched her without saying anything, not acknowledging the command at all.
"Don't be stubborn," she warned. "I guarantee, you will co-operate one way or the other," she laughed. "I will repeat myself this once, as you are new here, but will not repeat myself again. I will release your chains and you WILL do exactly as I say, do you understand?"
As she waited for my reply, I sat there thinking, "go to hell, lady, you can't MAKE me do anything." How very naive of me.
"Very well, this shall be your first lesson!"
With that, she stood and fiddled with the remote she held. Instantly I heard a snapping sound and Serena started to jerk and dance, screaming like mad around the gag. Her head whipped back and forth and her torso tightened and convulsed with the shock racing through her body. I jerked and squirmed like mad as I tried to get to our tormentor, wanting right then to choke the life out of her. Seeing she was not letting up on the remote, I screamed through the hood, "okay, okay, I'll do what you want, just stop……. please stop."
I watched as she turned down the volts that were running through my wife until they were nothing more than subtle vibrations, for I could still hear the humming sound coming from the device. Serena fell limp, hanging helpless and moani
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