Part Two
Page�s preparations began the nite before "our trip" with a series of injections, as I lay perfectly stretched on her evil black leather bondage table. Moaning through the swatches of cheap grey duct tape covering the bottom of my face as a series of super sharp needles were slowly inserted and withdrawn from my left hip, the black tights then rolled snugly back up my waist. On my stomach, limbs anchored by white clothesline rope to each corner of the table, a rather simple bondage arrangement . This was the first time for the needle.
" Chloroforming you would be more dramatic but this trip calls for subtle means."
A slight, relaxing warmth began to envelope the room. The chastising arrangement of the white latex sheathing around my penis was held by an adjustable metal cock ring at the base of my shaft. Further, my scrotum/ penis was encased in a form fitting black leather package, criss-crossed tightly with thin rawhide lacing . A medium sized hard black latex dildo was sealed up my anus with white surgical tape. This whole arrangement was capped by an extra small black Capezio dance belt, keeping me on a continuous verge of erection.
" The injections will relax your muscles, weakening your ability to move, simply trying to raise yourself from this table if you were not bound would be excruciatingly hard, the effort seemingly too great."
My legs did seem heavier as I tried to move against the ropes. My feet were encased in black patent heels with insidious locking ankle straps, seeming even more snug, if that were possible, as they were sized to make any kind of walking a painful hobble. Page swung herself on to the table, mounting me from behind, hooking one arm around my neck while hand gagging me firmly with her other free arm. I balled my fists, straining against the tight ropes, squirming, as she expertly worked on manipulating my air supply, choking me, working on my taped mouth and nose.
The injected drugs made me feel numb and rubbery, eyes bulging, unable to speak, a pliable puppet in her hands.... I felt extremely relaxed in the hands of my captors, the sun flashing through the rear window of the ordinary white cargo van blissfully cruising the two lane country roads. The bondage was heavy for my drug induced stupor. In the back cargo area Page and her lover, Leah, packed me among the various pieces of luggage and boxes.
The black latex penis gag was snugly inserted and strapped into place, my head encased in an insidious black leather discipline helmet, a drawstring arrangement at the base of my neck pulling it skull-like over my facial features like a second skin. Peering through the small eyeholes, exhaling through the metal eyelets of the nostril openings, I arched my back and moaned softly. The white cloth, pad- locked Posey straight jacket encased my upper torso perfectly. Black fishnet stockings held the black dance belt arrangement of anal dildo/ cock ring / penis sheathing snugly. Two inch wide black leather straps wound around my waist, hips, above and below my knees. A four inch wide buckled leather strap was pad-locked tightly around my ankles.
Even squirming, stretching my toes in my pink Capezio ballet slippers was restricted as these evil dominant bitches had roped the leather slippers tightly together, under the arches , side by side, fusing them together. Page�s injections were certainly long lasting, as I could seemingly not move a muscle amidst this heavy bondage. Leah�s pale beautiful face, Asian, black haired pageboy style haircut popped through the curtain of the cargo van.
" We will be stopping soon to relax, grab lunch and gas up," supine, I felt like jelly. Her eyes were bloodshot. Giggling, " Page wants me to make sure you are tied up nice and tight while we have lunch," as she parted the curtains and made her way towards me. " We can�t have you trying to get away in your straight jacket, fishnets and cute little pink slippers. "
Flushing red even under the hood, she was over me, on all fours like a spider sizing up her kill. Leah�s eyes watered with mirth and amusement , suddenly narrowing as she looked down on me. Page yelled from the driver�s area, " enough fun already , stuff him in that trunk and get back up here." Leah�s hand smoothed the leather helmet that snugly sealed my head purring, " it�s extremely erotic for me to be Page�s submissive but to have you around to control and abuse, it makes it doubly so, I will do anything to please her so long as I can keep you enslaved."
Leah used both arms, snakelike around my neck, and pulled me towards the back of the van.... I tried not to panic inside the narrow wooden box into which Leah had placed me, breathing slowly through the flexible rubber tube inserted into the penis gag of the discipline helmet. Panic welled up inside me as the outside muffled clicks of the locks and blackness engulfed me. These women meant business, it was hopeless to fight their will in keeping me enslaved. Shoulders firm against the sides of my �wooden coffin�, I tried to gulp air through the rubber tubing from the penis gag extending through the top of the wooden box. Helpless, unable to move, I was basically a �mummy� to be transported....
The laughter wafted through the cheap wooden door of the roadside Motel
closet. Lying on my side, helpless, Page and Leah were certainly having
a good time. They removed me from the wooden trunk and tossed me into the
closet and locked the door. The penis gag was stiff in my mouth. Moaning,
I rolled on my back, stretching, feeling the leather slippers, the tights
on my legs, sucking on the intrusion in my mouth, trying to hope the next
day would bring some release....
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06.03.03