The Fox and the Hound
Part 1
COLIN COULDN'T TAKE HIS EYES OFF HER. She squirmed in her bondage, helpless,
trapped. He didn't know what colour her hair or eyes, for a latex hood covered
her head like a black, shiny glove. She could only make mewling sounds, for a
bright red rubber ball - he imagined it was the colour of her luscious lips -
filled her mouth.
He watched as a bead of sweat trickled down from beneath the rubber garment
across her exposed breast. Fear and desire were bringing her body to a fever
pitch beneath the shiny latex.
He wondered what she would taste like. He wanted to flick that little bead of
sweat with his tongue, taste its salty wetness against the hot smoothness of her
porcelain skin.
She wriggled again. He wondered: was it a desire to escape that made her move
about so, or was it something else? Her bondage was certainly imaginative. She
had been placed in the stocks, but not in the usual fashion. Whoever had
designed the device had been thinking creatively. In addition to the usual
openings, large rings were imbedded in the frame, enabling the stocks to be used
in a variety of ways. She had been placed face out, her arms over the stocks,
with her wrists pulled through the appropriate holes in the unforgiving wood
frame, and chained there. She was contorted, her nubile frame bent slightly
backward, facing the room, totally open, unable to resist.
He let his gaze roam down her body, admiring the way she was dressed. Arms
sheathed in opera length latex gloves. A tight, tight rubber top, with holes for
her breasts to be exposed and played with. A broad leather collar to keep her
head erect.
He thought she was a vision in rubber. Her legs looked extra long and smooth in
the second skin of shiny latex. He wanted to run his tongue and hands up and
down their sleek length, and lovingly caress the furry region between them. The
leg stocks kept her legs wide apart. Fiendishly, a long pole extended upward
from the middle of the bar. A penis shaped device attached to the end of the
pole was pressed against her, its hard plastic tip just barely penetrating her
crease - enough to tantalize and torment, but not nearly enough to satisfy. He
wondered if the tip brushed her clit when she moved - that would certainly
explain why she wriggled so much!
She was an angel, a dream in bondage. If only he could touch her, caress her,
kiss her, taste her, fuck her! He could fell the heat in his groin as he watched
her, the familiar swelling as the blood rushed once more into the cock that used
to be his, but which now belonged to someone else.
He too, was bound, helpless, unable to move. Colin was more naked than the girl
was, for he wore only a neck collar, a gag, and, almost perversely he thought,
latex stockings. Unlike the girl, only a few short, tempting feet away, he was
not blindfolded.
His bondage was not as stressful as hers: he was a prisoner of the Mistress'
bondage chair. Arms outstretched and strapped tightly to the wooden T bar. His
legs, like hers, spread far apart, ankles cuffed to the chair legs and broad
leather straps above his knees. His cock and balls dangled between his splayed
legs for all the world to see. His genitals were bound, too - small leather
straps around his balls, pulling them down from their nesting place at the root
of his cock, a strategically placed strap separating them, increasing their
sensitivity. His cock was imprisoned from root to just below its purple head in
a long leather sheath.
The girl moaned in fear at the sound of the dungeon door opening.
"Well my pets," purred the woman, "it's almost show time. And I'm sure you'll
put on a very interesting show."
The Mistress walked across the room to where the girl stood helpless. Mistress
was wearing her Catwoman domina outfit - a skin tight, shiny black latex catsuit
that fit as if it were sprayed on. Her muscles literally rippled as she moved,
causing many a man's - and woman's - mouth to water. He had seen this persona
before, and trembled in anticipation. He knew there were cleverly placed hidden
fasteners which allow Mistress to expose any of her body parts she wanted her
slaves to worship. He also knew that when she wore this outfit, she was in a
particularly feisty and demanding mood.
With her bright red lacquered nails, Mistress gingerly caressed the girl's
breast. The girl gasped in pleasure at the unseen touch. Looking back at her
male slave, Mistress touched the bead of sweat where it clung to the girl's hard
nipple. As if she could read his mind, Mistress flicked it to her fingertip, and
dropped it on her tongue.
"Mmmm, you'd like to lick the sweat off her, wouldn't you?" she smiled at the
male. "Maybe you'll get that chance," she said coyly, slowly bending toward the
girl. "And maybe you won't".
The girl moaned again as Mistress took her nipple in her mouth and sucked on it
greedily. She ran her hot red tongue around the pink aureole, her hand squeezing
the tender flesh, making the nipple swell.
The Mistress laughed as she raised her head. She leaned forward, and traced the
girl's lips with her tongue, wringing another moan from behind the rubber ball.
"Soon, we'll have that out of your mouth, Nevada my darling," Mistress soothed,
one hand caressing the girl's rubber covered head, the other roaming her rubber
clad body. "But we'll be filling it with other things!" She laughed.
Colin's heartbeat skipped as Mistress turned her gaze to him. She swayed the few
steps to stand before him, hands on her luscious hips. She filled his vision,
blotting out all else, even the girl who was his fellow sufferer to be. Mistress
slowly moved closer, insinuating herself into the space between his legs. Faster
and faster his heart pounded as she neared him. He could smell her perfume now,
and its scent intoxicated him. She closed the distance between them, pressing
her rubber clad body against his. Her mound came to his face. He felt he would
gladly suffocate with his face pressed into her feminine core. As if from a
distance, he could hear Mistress tell the two slaves that there was something
special in store for them at tonight's gathering.
Suddenly, Mistress crouched down before him, her eyes level with his. She smiled
her wicked smile.
"Comfy, slave?" She whispered, gripping his balls in her cats paw. He threw his
head back. Laughing, she released his tender flesh. Instead, she ran her nails
down his chest.
"We'll be changing the way you are, too," she cooed. She leaned forward,
sticking her tongue in his ear, She nibbled on his lobe, then slowly,
delightfully, ran her tongue from his ear across his face. She leaned back, and
kissed her fingertip.
"Soon," she said, as she placed the kiss on his gagged mouth.
The dungeon door opened. A man, followed by two women, entered the room. He
walked, they crawled.
The man was wearing leather chaps and pouch. He held two leashes in his hand.
One chain led to the collar of each of the naked women who crawled behind him.
The procession headed over to where the female referred to as Nevada stood in
the stocks.
"Prepare her for the show," he ordered his two companions.
"Yes master," they replied in unison. Rising, they moved toward the helpless
woman. Swiftly Nevada's arms were released from the stocks, then cuffed behind
her. The Master beckoned to one of the women. The slave girl fell to her knees
before him, head bowed.
"She needs these," he said as he reached to gather the chain which dangled
between the slave girl's nipples. "We'll give you something else soon enough."
Tugging on the chain, he raised the slave girl to her feet. She gasped as he
unsnapped the two nipple clamps.
He dropped the metal into her hand, and then nodded in Nevada's direction. One
girl leaned and took the captive girl's nipple in her mouth. She sucked it hard.
With the speed of a snake, the second girl snapped the nipple clamp on the
swollen pink flesh. Wickedly, she let the chain drop from her hand. The captive
girl cried out behind her gag.
The Master swatted his impudent slave on her ass, his hand leaving bright red
marks. The girl immediately dropped to her knees before him.
"You'll be punished for that," he growled. "Be careful you don't take her
place."
"Yes master," the girl whimpered. She kissed his feet, worming her way up his
leg. He pushed her away.
"Later," he stated flatly.
The second nipple was quickly clamped. Nevada mewled at the pleasurable pain
firing through her chest.
Mistress stroked Nevada where the dildo prod met her furry crease.
"She's very wet," said Mistress. She thrust her fingers in the direction of one
of the two girls, who promtply and eagerly licked the Mistress's hand. "Release
her."
The girl who had dropped the nipple chain moved to the dildo prod. Undoing it,
she slid it up into the helpless captive, making Nevada gasp. The girl then
pulled the dildo down its supporting rod.
The Master and Mistress exchanged glances as they watched the impudence of the
already cautioned slave.
The leg stocks were unlocked. Pulling on the nipple chain, Mistress commanded
Nevada to move forward. She snapped a leash on the girl's collar, and placed the
other end in the mouth of the slave girl who stood quietly by.
"Take her to the hall and get her ready."
The lead in her mouth, the slave girl turned and led the still blindfolded
Nevada out of the dungeon room.
The Master and Mistress turned their attention to the other slave girl, who also
stood quiet.
"Knees," the Master commanded. The girl dropped, eyes downcast. "You have been
bad, traci. You deserve punishment, right?"
"Yes Master," the slave named traci whispered.
"Then punishment is what you will receive," he said. He grasped traci's wrists
and pulled them behind her back. He pulled a leather glove from the wall, and
slid it over her hands, buckling them together at the wrist. He pulled a leather
armbinder from a shelf, and passed it over her arms. Pulled it tight, forcing
her elbows together, crisscrossing the straps between her breasts.
"Back."
traci lay on the floor. He kicked her legs apart, and locked a spreader bar to
her ankle cuffs. Grabbing the centre of the bar, he pulled her legs up in the
air. A hook dangled from a hoist; he snapped it to the ring in the centre of the
bar. He pulled on a rope and traci was drawn into the air in a flash.
"Think about your punishment while we enjoy the show," he said to her. He turned
to the Mistress. "Shall we get him ready and join the others?"
Mistress smiled as she looked over at Colin.
"It will be a pleasure," she said.
Colin shuddered, for he knew it was his turn next. But what was to come?
Continued -->>>
