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The Making of a Model
by kitn
Yet another of Kats Creations
THE TELL TALE COLLAR
It started out as a lousy day and just seemed to get worse. Clients not satisfied with their vacation came into the office trying to get a refund... the reason... lousy weather. Shaking her head she promised them that she would do her level best to get the tour company to give to give them compensation of some sort. Of course, she knew that the company would laugh in her face, but hey, in a customer service oriented company the Client is always right. With a sigh, she dialled the tour operator knowing the response before anyone picked up the line.
Finally 4:30, heaving a sigh of relief, she shut down the computer and gathered her belongings to go home for the evening. Locking the office door, she turns and begins the walk home in the early winter darkness, but today she will not make it.
Glancing repeatedly over her shoulder with a feeling of dread, intensifying as she nears the entrance to the park. Making a decision to cut through the park as she does every day was hard won against this heavy feeling that has come over her. Looking repeatedly back at the empty path she should have taken comfort from the fact that it was empty, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
Smiling in the shadows her pursuer is glad she hasn't deviated from her normal path. "Just a little closer", he coaxed unseen "cmon bitch... a little more". Leaping onto the park path just behind, landing with a whisper of sound. She jumps in fright at the sound, whipping around, expecting to be able to laugh at her foolishness only to be confronted by a man about 6' in height .. his height her only perception before the darkness encompasses her vision. He laughs softly, looking around to make sure no one has seen, Yes this one would be a perfect addition to his employers collection.
Working quickly he attaches cuffs to her ankles and wrists and thrusts a ballgag into her mouth before securing it behind her head with a small padlock. Next he secures the cuffs to each other, hands together behind her back and ankles together, finally placing her body into a rubber bag... cocooning her. Glancing down before he closes the bag he decides a blindfold would be in order. The black leather covers her eyes keeping her denied of her sight once she awakens. Securing the bag over her head he closes it tightly against prying eyes, hoists it over a shoulder and sets off down the path.
Well pleased with his capture he moves with a quiet step to his van where he deposits his treasure before climbing into the drivers seat and heading out. The whole capture taking less than 10 minutes from the time she left the shop till the time she was secured in his bag. "Not bad ol’ boy", he praises himself. "Got her just in time for the show tomorrow" He began laughing as he thought of the bonus he would earn with this one.
Regaining consciousness she tests her bonds carefully trying to remain unobserved, finding them secure she whimpers softly and begins thrashing around in the bondage bag. Stopping abruptly, he enters the back of the van and with a smile on his face wraps the bag in a leather strap across her breasts and without a word secures the strap to the wall of the van. He repeats this on her legs thus immobilizing even her futile struggles for freedom. The ride terminates in a dark garage the sound of the door closing loud in the sudden stillness. He leaves, entering the building through a side door. Left alone she breathes deeply trying to calm herself, trying to compose her thoughts so she could take advantage of any opportunity for escape.
Moaning softly as he returns and roughly releases the straps holding her to the van wall, he rolls her onto a gurney then pushes her into a building, the corridor seemingly unending, rolls by finally terminating in another automatic door. The sounds of voices permeate her cocoon.
"Hey congratulations got another 'model' huh", hehehehehe "She gonna be in the show tonight ?" The sounds of laughter from the speaker and other unidentified people wash over her as she tries to puzzle out their meaning. "Sorry Cunts .. this one is to be handled by the big guy himself tonight ... I hope she earns me a bonus", his laughter blends with theirs as he wheels her away and the others move off to complete their duties before the show. As she is pushed along she can hear much moaning and sobbing .. as well as the sound of something being slapped down .. her perceptions are fuzzy relying only upon her hearing to help her figure out where she is, the only consistent sound is that slapping sound .. which seems to coincide with some of the moans.
The journey comes to a halt as he takes her into a private dressing room and removes her from the bag. The air washes over her heated body in a cool wave, making her moan in relief. He hoists her into a chair securing her neck to the back with a collar fixed to it, once the collar is locked on he smiles and goes about the business of releasing and resecuring her other limbs. "Well, Kelly .. how was the ride ? Were you comfortable?" Laughing softly he reaches up removing the blindfold. "Welcome to your new home, your new owner will be along shortly. I'd love to stay for the show but we'll need more models for next time", with a gentle slap on the face he bids her adieu. Blinking rapidly to adjust to the light, she turns her head from side to side her gaze encompassing a fetish wearers dream. A soft moan escapes her lips as she takes in the room and it's implications.
"I am Mister Raven .. creator of all the creations you are gazing at", he smiles at her his voice and face warm and friendly, "I am in the market for models... I have chosen you. You're cheekbones .. your build .. your large breasts" he reaches down and fondles one through her clothing "All of these things combined with the fact that it was easy to make Kelly disappear. Now .. lets see about getting you ready for tonight’s show shall we ?"
Her struggles against the bonds grow as the man known as Raven speaks "You have something to add ?" he asks with a devilish gleam, he reaches out and removes the gag. "You bastard, who do you think you are?", she spits at him "Now, now Kelly ... that is quite enough of that ... you are mine .. to keep or auction as I see fit .. that's right I said auction" her look of disbelief making him chuckle. "You no longer exist .. I have used my computer to make you disappear from any and all agencies having records on you. A letter of resignation to your boss. the eviction notice at your apartment .. the moving van in your name ... ", pausing he smiles down at her, "so you see bitch ... you are mine. Period"
Rising he begins pushing buttons readjusting the chair and thereby her body, manipulating her to an almost upright position to begin dressing her. Finding her voice once more she begins screaming obscenities and struggling. With a sigh he injects her with a drug .. allowing her to retain her consciousness but paralysing her nervous system. "Ah .. silence .. much better thank you my dear", laughing softly he begins by slicing all of her clothing from her unprotesting body. He begins then to dress her .. first in a pair of latex stockings .... gleaming like a second skin ... next the mid thigh rubber miniskirt. Talking to her the whole time amused at the awareness in her eyes, the anger, fear and hopelessness, feeding on it thriving on it he smiles and leans down pressing a kiss to her paralysed lips. "Don't worry .. it's only temporary. but for now back to dressing you.” Laying the chair back down he released all of her cuffs and the collar. "If you can rise and walk .. you can leave", he moved out of her line of vision then back into it bearing a very tight rubber corset with half cups to support her breasts from below. "This should fit nicely", smiling he attached chains to her wrist cuffs and pulled her upright so that he could lace her tightly into the corset. Smiling into her eyes, "I know that you can feel and see everything going on around you .. I know that you are very aware of everything I'm going to apply nipple clamps now to your breasts .... ah ... but a special set my sweet unwilling model." Holding up the nipple clamps before her eyes she can see that they have small metal teeth to grip her breasts. "Non slip", he laughed as he leaned forward to lick her nipples to hardness before applying the nipple clamps with a decisive snap. "All set ... ", lowering her back into the chair he once again secured her before kneeling at her feet and locking a pair of stiletto heels onto her feet. "Ready ?", he asked even as he was filling another syringe with the antidote to the paralysing drug. "Almost showtime", he sat on a stool beside her watching as the drug wore off. The moment she opened her mouth she found it stuffed with a ball gag ... the trainer head gear being attached and locked into place.
Releasing her cuffs and pulling her to her feet he admired her briefly before hobbling her heels with a short chain and then cuffing her wrists together behind her back and attaching them to the head gear pulling her head back causing her to look up. "Let's go", he began as he attached a leash to her nipple clamps drawing a moan from her gagged lips. Tugging on the leash she followed him forward the pain in her breasts all the persuasion she needed.
Moving with halting steps as she learns the length of her hobbled steps she is aware of the stares, cold and frigid from his 'trained' models, appraising from the other Masters behind the scenes, the fear filled gazes of others such as she causing her to stumble and groan as the clamps tighten and grip her breasts painfully. "You'll have to do better than that to keep up cunt", he tugs hard on the leash causing a muffled scream to emerge from behind the gag. This action was met with applause from those present. A large man, broad and tall, approaches Raven slapping him on the shoulder and speaking "So Raven ... will you auction this graceless slut off at the end of the night ? I'd love a crack at buying her from you first ... I'll teach her not to stumble" With a hearty laugh she stare after him as he moves away blending into the crowd behind the curtain. As he disappears her gaze seeks out Raven's, "You heard right cunt, auction" With that he leads her to a position behind the curtain where a handler awaits.
Standing behind the curtain of a large auditorium she moaned in protest as a Handler took her leash and attached it to a track in the floor. "If I were you Bitch I'd follow the tug .. or else have your nipples ripped by the clamps", the handler laughed as she activated the track. The pull on her breasts a searing pain as she shuffled forward and down the runway .. an unwilling model to be sure .. the audience cheered and whistled then she heard the announcer. And now appearing in Mister Ravens latest Rubber Fetish Gear is his most recent acquisition. Notice the grace in which she moves forward ... the smooth lines of the rubber hugging her body, the graceful sway of her hips as they move in their latex stockings. She moved forward moaning softly shutting her eyes against the blinding stage lights glad when the nipple leash stopped dragging her forward. Chest heaving as she stood in the relative darkness behind the curtain she listened to the applause that followed her. "Very nice", a nearby voice offered in praise. "Not often a new Cunt gets so many applause" Moaning as she turned to face the voice of her tormentor only to be stopped by the pull of the leash causing her to groan.
Bending the handler releases her leash and hands it to Him before turning her attentions elsewhere. Tugging on the leash he leads her through the throngs of models in various states of dress back to the room he had dressed her in. Reaching up and releasing her hands from her head gear she is finally able once again to lift her head and gaze at him. "Now .. we have a decision to make Cunt. You can stay and become one of my models .. or I auction you and the outfit off at the end of the show to an audience member. Now if I were you I'd choose the lesser of two evils ... The known," laughing softly, "well as much as you know about me anyway, or the completely unknown. As I told you earlier there will be no going back. Make your decision NOW. training or auction ... you have five minutes to decide." Attaching a chain from the ceiling to the ring at the top of her headgear he leaves the room.
Struggling against her bonds the futility of her position washing over her making her sob in despair. All too soon he returned for her answer. "Okay Cunt .. your answer ? Well ?" Laughing he reached up to remove the gag. Licking her lips she stares into his eyes. "Please Mister Raven, Please let me go ... I don't wish to become a Model .. nor do I wish to be auctioned of like some side of beef." Lowering her eyes she sighs softly waiting his response. "Being released was not an option. Pick one of the two you were given."
Taking a deep breath she
lifts her gaze again. "If I choose to stay ?" "You will belong
to me .. for my usage after training ... to model my creations .. have
fine food and clothing ... the choice is yours." With a heavy sigh
she looks at him. "if those are my only choices then I choose to
stay with you." With a sadistic grin he calls out for two of his
"trained" models to come and take his newest cunt for training.
10.01.03