Spellbinder vs. the Collector - Part 3

Paula McKenzie, ex-CIA and ex-navy-seal, floated listlessly in the inky black water on a moonless night, invisible to the naked eye. Now a private investigator hired by the Mayor of Central City to stop the Collector and recover the missing supermodels and Spellbinder. Paula, floating 200 yards out in Central Bay, pointed a sophisticated infrared scope at the private pier of exclusive import-export company of Blue Horizons, a company that specialize in cutting edge high tech and medical supplies. Paula’s contacts suspected the pier as the Collector’s hideout. A complicated array of microcomputers was mapping out the layout of the warehouse and proving her contacts right was several secret floors below the water level of the pier. 
Paula studied the layout, only one-way in and out and security looked tough. 

A beeping alarm went off, it was time to go. She started her mini jet ski and headed down the coast a half-mile to her truck. As she emerged from the water on a deserted stretch of beach, there was no mistake she was a woman, the wet suit hugging her curves in all the right places. At her truck, Paula started to pull off her wet suit to reveal her creamy white skin below, a sharp contrast to her black thong bikini. Her wet body glistened under the lights of the beach parking lot. She was going to be late. She hurried by dumping her equipment in the back of her truck and sped down the road to The Blue Lagoon, the local strip club.

Paula has been working undercover in” The Blue Lagoon” for two weeks now as a featured stripper that specialized in bondage and escape. A stripper had disappeared just a month earlier without a trace and was believed to be the work of the Collector. Paula was hoping to get the attention of the Collector or one of his henchmen since this was the closest club to his 
suspected hideout.

Paula tore into the parking lot of the club. She was late. She jumped out of her truck in only her bikini, her top almost coming off as she raced across the parking lot with bouncing breasts. Several of the men waiting to get into the club got a free show and clapped their appreciation. She ran into the back to get ready. She tore off her wet bikini as she went. By the time she got to her dressing room she was naked. She jumped into the shower, toweled off and powdered her body and perfumed herself in a matter of minutes. She slipped into the skimpiest black lingerie that covered almost nothing. She slipped on long black opera gloves that matched her silk black thong and pushup bra. Silk stockings covered her long legs with matching garter belt and four-inch heels accented her feet. She grabbed her bag of ropes and was on stage in less than 10 minutes.

The crowd loved her. Her long red hair wet and flowing down her near naked body. Paula knew how to work the crowd. She always used her body as an asset in her undercover work before. Men loved beautiful women especially ones almost 6 feet tall, slender and well built and all legs; it interfered with their thinking processes. She always got away with more than her male 
counterparts. She danced the stage for two songs. Slowly stripping off her lingerie to reveal her long tone legs, her full c-cup breasts and teased the crowd with tiny peeks on what’s under her tiny thong. Paula knew you had to leave something to long for. You never completely go nude—there has to be some mystery to hook them in—they'd all seen naked women. 

Now it was fun time. The MC announces, “You get to tie up this lovely lady for a hundred dollars. If she escapes, she keeps the money. If she doesn’t then you get your money back and a free lap dance. The rules are you get five minutes and three pieces of rope to tie this beautiful lady up.” Many men stormed the stage. Paula stood there in her tiny pushup bra and thong and picked her man-- a big redneck looking guy that’s been drinking a bit. Paula knew he was easy picking. He decided to tie her to the stage dancing pole with her arms behind her crossed over the pole and a lose tie around her ankles. The last rope went around her abdomen and the pole. He tied her way too loose. He was too busy rubbing his hands up and down her body. 

Once tied up, he tried to pull off her top but only managed to pull it down to her tummy. The crowd cheering as his big hands went for her thong but Paula already working free of the wrist ropes reached around and stopped him before he got the thong completely off her hips. Another minute later she was free. The crowd cheered as Paula collected her money and gave her man a quick peck on the cheek. She knew a beautiful woman distracted most men. Most men didn’t know how to tie a women or how tight to not hurt them. She used her yoga training to tense and expand her muscles slightly when the men were tying her and relax after they are done giving her enough slack to escape plus all her training in the CIA on escape techniques. 

Occasionally she would meet someone really into bondage and get really tied up, she couldn’t get out or there girlfriend looking for some revenge on her boyfriend would make it way too tight but these were rare and all she had to do was give up and just give back the money. The crowd was still happy seeing a almost naked lady gyrate around the stage trying to escape most 
often loosing her top or her bottom working down a bit. She still made several thousand dollars a night in tips—something to keep in mind after this job was done. She was on stage for 5 more tie-up. One trying his hand in a chair tie with her legs tied spread out to the arms of the chair for a good look between her legs, another trying his hand at a hogtie, and the last tying her frog-legged, ankles to her wrists. Paula escaped from them all with cheers from the crowd. Her next show was midnight. 

She stepped down off the stage and worked the crowd for lap dances or for little extra their own try at tying her up privately. Unknown to her, a dark figure hid in the shadows in the back and admired her and her escapes. Midnight came and went, Paula doing her dance and half hour show of tie and escape. It was all really uneventful. No one strange looking stocking her. 
She got dozens of men to tie her up privately at $200 a pop. She did quite a few lap dances but nothing out of the ordinary, most were regulars to the club. This night was a bust. 

She headed for her dressing room around 2am as the club started to shut down for the night. She started to pull off her lingerie when a knock came at her door. Paula answered it and it was Phil the bouncer saying there was one last customer offering double for one last private tie-up. Paula was tired but finally agreed after Phil said he was a big spending regular and the boss would appreciate this favor. Phil led her to the private room in the back for the big spenders. A big round red couch in the middle of the room for private lap dances or tie-ups with a big chair on the side to watch decorated the room. Paula entered the room but couldn’t see the man’s face was hidden in shadow. He held up a stack of hundreds and threw them on the couch. 

“I’ll like to tie you up naked.” Paula didn’t know why this man made her nervous. The hairs on the back of her neck was standing straight up but she took comfort when she peeked out the door and saw the ever present shadow of Phil the bouncer, the dancer’s protection. Paula started to pull off her lingerie slowly and sexily. He pulled out a few silk items from a black bag on the floor, “I like you to put on these silk items.” After a minute or two, Paula stood there naked except for the silk garter belt, fishnet stockings, long black opera gloves covering her arms—she was surprised at the exact fit. He approached her slowly and turned her gently around and tied her wrists together crossed. He bent down to his knees and tied her legs together at her ankles and around her high heels, then up below and above her knees, then mid thigh, then up around her thighs just below her crotch. Paula knew this guy knew what he was doing, he cinched down all his ties between her legs tightly. She knew already she wasn’t getting out of this easily. 

He then tied a tight loop around her waist and threaded the rope between her legs between the lips of her vagina, up her firm buttocks to the wrist tie. She was crotch tied and her wrists were cinched to the crotch tie, any movement pulled on her delicate crotch. Paula looked down at her bondage and playfully muses, “that’s quite a few ropes, much more than usual, do you expect me to escape? It could take me a long time. ” The man’s only response was another stack of hundreds. He pulled out a ball gag and raised it to her lips. “I usually don’t do gags especially ball gags. If something happens I can’t call for help.” The man threw out another stack of hundreds. Paula took another quick peek and saw the reassuring shadow of Phil just outside the door. She nodded and the man placed the ball gag in her mouth and pulled the strap tightly. He then proceeded and tied more ropes above and below her firm breasts cinching her arms down to her body. 

He then wrapped several turns of rope around her elbows and pulled them tightly together until her elbows touched forcing Paula to stick out her bare breasts even more. To Paula’s horror, he added even more rope by lying her down in the middle of the round coach where he folded her legs at the knees and tied her already bound legs until her high heels dug into her buttocks and cinched the ropes tightly between her buttocks and ankles. The man just sat down and admired his work. Paula couldn’t budge a muscle. She explored her bondage and couldn’t work anything loose, everything was cinched down too tightly. After twenty minutes of struggling and gyrating in her ropes, Paula watched the man get up and walk over to Phil and pay him off. To her horror, he just walked away leaving her with this man completely alone. 

She struggled anew but only worked up a sweat that made her naked body glistened. He pulled a black spandex body sheath out of his bag and worked it up her bound body up to her neck, the spandex adding even more tightness to her bondage compacting her into even a tighter bundle than before. He pulled out self-adhesive medical wrap and started to wrap it around the lower half of her face over her ball gag for what seems like 50 turns. She couldn’t make a sound. He then pulls a tight spandex hood over her head and attaches it to the body sheath. Paula struggles but nothing moves. She screams as loud as she can but nothing comes out. She feels him lift her up and slides her into the duffle bag that held all his equipment. 

He whispers into her ear, “You’ve been abducted by the Collector.” He just walks out the deserted club carrying his duffle bag, containing a very bound and helpless female.

Paula struggled in the bag. Her plan was to get the Collector’s attention and get abducted to infiltrate the complex—it was working too well. Her muscles were cramping from the strain and it was hard to breath with all her exertion. She was covered in perspiration, soaking her spandex body sheath. She felt herself being carried in the bag then put down roughly and a car 
start up and drive away. Paula knew she was completely bound and helpless but she couldn’t understand why she was also feeling quite excited and stimulated. Her body betraying her, her crotch getting wet and hot, her nipples hard and erect almost on the verge of an orgasm. The bumpy ride pushed her over the edge. Her body shaked and spasmed in her tight confinement as she rode the orgasm to completeness and passed out.

Paula regained consciousness slowly, her senses coming back slowly. She couldn’t move and her body ached everywhere. She felt out her bondage. Her bondage was different. She wasn’t in the bag anymore and she could see light. Her arms were tied high above her and ached with the strain of carrying her own weight. Her legs were tied spread apart to rings inset into the wall just inches off the ground. She was gagged tightly and couldn’t make a sound but tasted leather in her mouth. Her eyes came back into focus and looked down her body to find she was quite naked. Her vagina and ass being invaded by a double dildo set upon a rod between her legs, any movement caused them to shift and push deeper into her causing waves of pain. She struggled anyway but nothing moved. She was covered in perspiration, beads running down her firm body. 

She looked around the room to see a several other women tied up around her. This must be the Collector’s private collection room. Paula looked at all the tightly bound and gagged women on display in their own out-cove. Every type of bondage was being used in the room. She saw women bound in leather harnesses and straps, rubber and latex encasement, ropes and chains. She saw women of every nationality. Out of the corner of her eyes, Paula spotted Spellbinder.

Spellbinder was wrapped entirely in clear plastic wrap. It must have been extremely tight since her double D cup breasts were smashed flat against her chest. She was quite naked underneath except what looked like metal bands around her ankles, above and below her knees, around her wrists and tightly around her elbows until they touched. She was covered in perspiration 
underneath the tight clear plastic, half a dozen heating lamps trained on her. She was still wearing her mask but a tight 6-strap bishop gag encompassed the lower half of her face. She struggled every so often but the heating lamps were sapping her strength out. A puddle at her feet suggests that she’s been there a very long time. She looked up at the new addition and took pity in her fate but couldn’t do anything else as she faded in and out of consciousness.

Several hours later, several henchmen and a woman completely dressed in a rubber came into the room. Paula heard the henchmen refer to her as Mistress Elizabeth. They approached Spellbinder and cut away the plastic encircling her body. They then hosed her off quickly, lathered her up with soap and hosed her off again. They then dried her off caressing her naked body every chance they got. The mysterious woman than approached and released the steel bands from Spellbinders body with a special remote on her wrist leaving only the ones on her arms. They quickly dressed her in white silk pushup bra, matching thong, garter belt, stockings and 5 inch high heels. The rubber clad woman then combed out her hair, perfumed her and 
powdered her body. Then the henchmen led Spellbinder into the next room where the Collector took her away.

Paula was next. The henchmen quickly hosed her off, soaped her down, dried her off and released her from her bondage except for the wrist tie. Paula was too weak to resist. Mistress Elizabeth, quite striking up close, dressed her in a tight black latex pushup bra and matching crotch less panty. She then changed her wet ropes for dry ones by tying her arms behind her until her elbows met causing her to stick out her breast even more for display. They hobbled her legs with tight thigh tie and a loose knee tie above her knees. Several henchmen approached her to check her bondage and run their hands up and down her firm body. Once satisfied, they led her into the Collector’s private chambers.

To Paula’s surprise, Spellbinder was bound tightly to his bed. Her arms were crushed underneath and behind her with the steel bands. Her legs were tied spread out to the corner of the beds with chains. Her mouth still sealed with the six-buckle bishop gag. Paula was led into the chamber where they backed her up to a stone pillar on the side of the room. They encircled her body with ropes to the cold stone pillar, above and below her breast and crossing them. They then added a crotch-rope that looped around the pillar with several turns around her waist. They then removed the knee ties and folded her legs back at the knees until her ankles touched the back of her thighs and tied and cinched them down tightly putting Paula into a semi-suspension frog tie—all her weight on the crotch tie. Next the ankle tie of one leg was brought around the pillar to the other ankle and tied off causing Paula to spread her legs even more. Paula could wiggle but not much more—she tried to close her legs but couldn’t, her crotch in full view.

The Collector then entered the room dressed in black. His face covered with a black hood. He went over to Spellbinder and checked her bondage and then over to Paula and checked hers. He ran his hand over her breasts but she couldn’t do anything about it. He tightened her crotch rope. “You are quite lovely. A certain sheik requested your abduction. But I get to enjoy 
you first before I send you overseas to his harem. Enjoy the show, you’re next after I finish with Spellbinder.” He approached Spellbinder and dropped his pants. He had a full erection already and Spellbinder struggled for all she was worth but the bondage held. He expertly caressed her body, her long legs, breasts, nipples and vagina. She started to respond unwillingly. 

Her breathing got deep and hot, her hips started to gyrate, a fine perspiration started to form giving her a slight glistening to her 
body. The Collector plunged into her slowly when he thought she was ready and pumped hard and suddenly stopped. “You don’t get off that easy.” Denying her orgasm, making her want it from him. He continued to caress her body and pumped her slowly and stopped. “Tell me you want it,” he whispers to her. After what seems like several cycles, Spellbinder relents and nods to the Collector telling him she wants it. He teases her for several cycles more and pumps for all he was worth letting both reach orgasm at the same time.

Paula could only watch from where she was tied but she was getting quite excited by the show. The Collector finished with Spellbinder now approached her. He brushed her breasts gently. He touched her crotch, “My you are quite wet my darling.” He started caressing her body, slight brushes of her breast and inner thigh. Paula being excited already began to respond right 
away. She fought the coming orgasm but it erupted against her will. It was one of the most intense orgasms she ever had and it was against her will and in bondage. The Collector worked his magic again. Caressing her body and clitoris with expertise that he gained over the years manipulating women, Paula was about to orgasm again in only a few minutes of stimulation. This time however, the Collector plunged his hard member deep into Paula. Her hips moving in and out with the Collector’s, Paula erupted into another orgasm. After the waves of passion subsided, Paula hung there feeling quite used. 

The Collector stood back and admired Paula. He manually started to stimulate her again and brought her to another orgasm—the third in twenty minutes. Her tightly bound body glistened from her exertion. He loved the way she felt. He was going to enjoy training her and then selling her. “I think I’m going to leave you there all night long admiring your beautiful body as I sleep with Spellbinder.”

Paula hung there. She watched the games the Collector played with the helpless Spellbinder—rubbing ice cubes on her nipples, vibrator torture of her clitoris, nipple clamps with vibrators. Her muscles ached from the awkward position she was in. Her legs spread wide for all to see. The first hour was painful. The next hour was excoriating. The rest of the night was unbearable. She passed out before morning.

Paula awakened by the gentle caressing of her body. It felt wonderful, warm all over. She opened her eyes to see a huge tub of bubbly water before her. The hot water feeling wonderful on her skin as the big bath sponge moved slowly up and down her body. Paula followed the arm to find Mistress Elizabeth behind her in a red latex body suit in the tub with her and Mistress’s long legs wrapped around her pelvis. She tried to move but found her arms locked behind her in handcuffs with a matching set around her ankles. She couldn’t speak, a huge ball gag in her mouth. She looked down and knew she was completely nude. A huge henchman stood guard next to the tub watching the two very attractive women playing in the tub. Mistress worked her sponge and fingers to bring Paula to the verge of orgasm but stopped before she went over the top. Mistress massaged her aching muscles and the warm water worked their magic. 

Paula almost fell asleep—she was so relaxed but that’s when it all stopped. Mistress waved her hand at the henchman and they both lifted Paula out of the tub. The henchman toweled Paula off gently then led her to Mistress’s bed. He removed the cuffs on her legs and put her on the bed. Mistress Elizabeth then tied her ankles to the corners of the bed with thick hemp rope to rings on the bed frame. Once secured, she removed the handcuffs on Paula’s wrist and tied them to the corners of the bed. Paula was stretched out in a naked spread eagle to the bed. Mistress stepped away and returned in only a leather pushup bra and 
crotch-less panty. She played with Paula’s vulnerable body with a long feather. “You have to know how to pleasure a woman as well as a man. Show me now. If you’re good, I make your bondage tonight easy. If you’re bad, I’ll punish you until you get it right.”

Paula being no stranger to the lesbian arts from her past missions knew what was expected especially when Mistress Elizabeth put her crotch above her face and pulled off the ball gag. Paula worked her tongue over Mistress’s clitoris and harder into her vagina. Mistress started to respond by sitting more on Paula’s face and gyrating her pelvis and squeezing her thighs together on Paula head. She brought Mistress to an earth shattering orgasm quickly. Paula started working her magic again and brought her to another orgasm in under a few minutes. Mistress returned the favor by bringing Paula to orgasm by stimulating her clitoris as Paula stimulated hers. After what seemed like hours of play, Mistress passed out from all her multiple orgasms to lie next to her bound captive.

Paula, covered in perspiration, knew this was the best time to escape. She worked the nail of her middle finger at the ropes that bound her arms to the bed frame. The nail polish worked off to reveal a razor like edge of an artificial ceramic nail that slowly cut the ropes. After a few minutes of slowly gnawing at the ropes it gave way. She quietly worked the other rope until both arms were free of the ropes. Paula gently rolled the exhausted Mistress off her arms and untied her legs. She looked around the room and gathered quite a few bondage items from around the room. She prepared a cloth with chloroform and placed it over the shocked face of the Mistress until she passed out. She pulled out a leather single sleeve and leg sleeve and pulled them up the Mistress’s legs and pulled the straps tightly until her flesh bulged around the straps. Paula tied Mistress’s arms together 
until her elbows met with palms facing. She quickly pulled the sleeve over her arms and crises-crossed the straps around her shoulders. She crises-crossed her breasts with rope and cinched down the single sleeve to her body. 

She then made her bondage tighter with a spandex body bag pulled up her entire body. She then added leather straps at her ankles, above and below the knees, mid thigh, around her waist and arms, above and below her breasts cinching down her arms. She pulled on a tight leather hood with built in phallic shaped gag. Paula then finished off Mistress with several ropes that from the straps around her body to the four corners of bed. Mistress couldn’t move a muscle and to anyone looking in, it was an unrecognizable bound female.

Paula put on an all black latex body suit and hood. To anyone just passing by, she looked like Mistress. She quickly ran to the display room to find Spellbinder bound tightly to a slowly rotating X-frame in white push up bra and thong that covered very little. Spellbinder was covered in perspiration, beads running down her firm body, her lingerie almost transparent from the perspiration, a vibrator buzzing away against Spellbinders crotch bringing her to multiple orgasms. Paula worked quickly using Mistress wrist remote to release the steel bands holding Spellbinder to the X-frame. She collapsed into a heap on the floor. Paula quickly gave Spellbinder some water and pulled her to her feet. They had to hurry if they were to escape unnoticed.

Spellbinder recovered enough to grab Paula, thinking she was Mistress Elizabeth and wrestle her to the ground. She tied Paula’s wrist tightly together by using her super-strength to twist the metal bands that once bound her. Spellbinder savagely stripped the latex body suit off Paula’s body revealing she was quite naked underneath. “Wait, I’m here to help you Spellbinder. I’m not Mistress Elizabeth. My name is Paula McKenzie. I’m a PI hired to rescue you and the supermodels if possible. We got to leave now before they discover what I really did with Mistress Elizabeth,” squealed Paula. Spellbinder didn’t believe her after the experiences she had over the last month. “I have no reason to trust you except for the fact you 
released me. We’ll sort this out after we escape but for now you’ll be my prisoner and I’ll be Mistress Elizabeth,” exclaimed Spellbinder. 

She put on the tight black latex cat suit with matching hood out of a drawer in the wall. Spellbinder found some lingerie in the display room and quickly dressed Paula in black silk thong, bra and a tight black corset that covered very little. She bound Paula in the steel bands that once held her, above and below her breasts cinching her arms down to her body, around her elbows pulling them painfully together making her breast thrust forward straining the thin material of her bra, and a steel band around her thighs to effectively hobble her step. She pulled the corset tightly effectively restricting Paula breathing. Spellbinder checked the wrist remote and pointed it at Paula and the steel bands got tighter causing Paula to squeal loudly from the sudden tightness. Spellbinder added one last touch, a bright red ball gag in Paula’s mouth strapped tightly around her head.

Paula led Spellbinder slowly to the only exit out which was guarded. Spellbinder, dressed like Mistress Elizabeth, told the guard she was escorting the prisoner outside for some night games. The henchman knew something was wrong since no one left in fetish attire, it will blow his or her cover. Most people left in business attire. He was about to raise the alarm when Spellbinder burst into action with her super speed and made short work of the guard and the guard that came down the hall. She quickly opens the vault-like door and made short work of the guard just inside the entrance. She pushed the bound Paula into the vault tunnel—freedom within sight. They were half way down the tunnel when they heard a computer voice, “access code must be given in ten seconds or counter measures will activate.” Spellbinder raced the rest of the distance and using her super-strength tore at the vault door on the side of the tunnel. The computer voice started a count down, “5,4,3,2,1, counter measures 
activated.” Spellbinder knew she wasn’t going to make it. She heard a whirr of mechanical motors kick into action.

Targeting computers came to life and tiny laser lights lit up in the room came to rest on the two women. They analyzed the two intruders in the vault tunnel. One female bound and gagged was low priority but Spellbinder’s profile was recognized by the computer and given top priority by the Collector himself. Steel tentacles shot forth from the walls. Two quickly wrapped around Paula’s ankles tightly causing her to topple over onto the floor. Paula was then pulled along the floor to the wall where the tentacles emerged and pulled up by her ankles to hang upside-down against the wall. The tentacles wrapped a tight steel band around her ankles completing her bondage. Paula could only wiggle in her hanging position and watch, as Spellbinder was next. The rest targeted Spellbinder.

Spellbinder tore at the vault door and the framing with all her super-strength but she only opened a small gap. Steel tentacles wrapped around her legs and arms but she easily snapped them with her super-strength. She tore at the gap to widen it slightly more as more tentacles attempted to ensnare her but she easily snapped them. The computer analyzed its prey and threw all its resources at her. The two tentacles around Paula dropped their captive onto the floor to join the fight. Multiple tentacles wrapped around Spellbinders limbs. She snapped them the best she could but it was taking longer and more and more tentacles were encircling her body and limbs. Two special tentacles emerged from the wall with rounded phallic tips slithered up Spellbinders legs and around her pelvis. Spellbinder didn’t even notice these tentacles as she snapped and tore apart as many as she could get her hands on the ones coming directly at her but more tentacles emerged from the wall. 

The special tentacles positioned themselves between her legs and plunged deep into her vagina and ass at the same time ripping through the thin latex body suit, she was completely distracted for a mere second or two. She reached down to tear the tentacles from her sensitive openings but they plunged deeper into her—taking away the fight momentarily. She tried pulling them out with the remainder of her fading strength but several other tentacles wrapped around her wrists binding them together and pulling them between her legs. That’s all the time the computers needed to wrap several tentacles around her arms and legs—Spellbinder could easily break the one tentacle or two or even three but when ten and more wrapped around her limbs she knew it was only a matter of time. With the last of her strength, Spellbinder turned her bound wrists and pushed the release button on the wrist remote and the steel bands around Paula’s body released as more and more tentacles wrapped around her 
body. In another minute, Spellbinder was completely bound in steel tentacles from head to foot. Other tentacles starting ripping the latex suit off her body. She was completely helpless and naked.

Paula struggled to get to her feet. She knew she only had seconds before the computer would switch their attention to her. She made a run for the vault door even as the tentacles were finishing mummifying Spellbinder in steel tentacles. She wanted to help her but she had to get out. Paula reached the gap in the vault door that Spellbinder made. She wedged her body into the gap. It was an extremely tight fit. She struggled for all she was worth--her thin lingerie bra snagging and tearing off and ripping several holes into the corset. She made it through and onto the basement floor as several steel tentacles shot through the vault door gap. Paula rolled her body out of range before they could grab her. Paula was on her feet and running down the long corridor looking for an exit. She was topless in only a corset and thong as she busted through a door into the loading dock office area of the pier. 

Two computer geeks looked up from their computers to see an extremely beautiful woman standing in front of them gagged and almost completely naked. They stood up from the computers and rushed over to Paula. One pulled off the gag while the other got a black trench coat from the closet. “I need help. A lot of bad people are after me and I have to get out of here as fast as possible,” blurted out of Paula as the gag came out. “I go get my car and I’ll drive you to the police station myself,” one of the men said as he left. Left alone with one of the computer guys, Paula let him wrap the trench coat around her. It felt good to be covered but it felt strangely heavy. When the other guy was out of sight, the man pulled hidden straps in the coat. Instantly rubber straps within the coat tightened around Paula’s body. She couldn’t move her arms. They were being crushed against the sides of her body. Her legs were mashed together at the knees and thighs--she couldn’t separate them. Paula tried to hobble to the exit but the man was right there. Paula tried to scream but the man cupped his hand tightly over her mouth. He forced her 
mouth open and sprayed self-expanding foam into her mouth and sealed it with a transparent super sticky tape over mouth bringing her lips together. 

Paula couldn’t utter a sound. From a distance no one could tell she was gagged. He opened the coat to reveal tight black rubber straps above and below her bare breasts pinning her arms to the side and several around her legs above the knees and thighs. Paula, taken completely by surprise, was amazed how fast the man had her completely helpless, hobbled and silent. He 
tore off her thong and strapped on a tight crotch strap with embedded dildo and ass plug, which he inserted forcefully into her. He handcuffed her wrists together cinched them through the crotch strap. If Paula struggled or pulled it would pull directly on her crotch. Once satisfied Paula was helpless, he closes the trench coat to cover up all the straps. He pulls something else and the trench coat itself grew very tight around Paula’s body, adding to her bondage. 

From a distance, Paula looked like any other shapely businesswoman in a trench coat. The man pulled a long strap connected to the crotch strap hard and Paula had to follow to avoid pain of her sensitive areas. He led her through a busy office back into the corridor from which she just escaped. Paula struggled against the straps but none budged. She looked at the passing workers for help but all just passed her. He took her back to the vault door to the Collector’s waiting hands. Paula squirmed and wiggled against her bondage as the henchman removed her coat to reveal her bound perspiration covered naked body. The Collector took the leading strap and pulled the struggling Paula to her fate.
 

25.06.02 

story continues in Spellbinder Vs The Collector 4

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