Sandra's Fantasy - Chapter 04 By Sandra and Tappy McWidestance Editing and Continuity by Lisa Jones
Author's Note: If you are new to this story please go back to chapter 01 or you will be very lost. This story chronicles the fantasy of one of my readers (Sandra) as told by me (Tappy) with the assistance of another wonderful author (Lisa). Structurally I'm trying something new by having shifting points of view (POV) during the story. Enjoy. -Tappy
*** Liz's POV ***
It was with a great sense of anticipation that I stepped off of the elevator on the ninth floor. Nicole, Erin and I had played this game before. I don't know how she managed to find these women willing to do anything she asked. Nicole was certainly beautiful and exceptionally skilled in the art of love, but there seemed to be a never ending stream of attractive women willing to debase themselves for just a few minutes of her attention. Of course I was walking to her suite with exactly that same expectation so I guess I shouldn't be talking.
I work the bar at the hotel part time. I like working the weekends because it is more relaxed, although the tips are not as good. But on a Friday night when Nicole comes to play, the compensation is great. Whenever Nicole calls that she has a new conquest for our games Erin and I both bet her that she has misread the woman. That this time the girl will revolt, not call her mistress and cease to obey her without question. The bet is always the same. A couple of hundred dollars of Nicole's money versus an hour or two of our giving her our undivided attention pleasing her. So far neither Erin nor I have ever taken Nicole's money. Not that I am complaining. For the opportunity to play with another one of her female toys I'd gladly give her some personal satisfaction. Nicole can be a tough mistress on her slaves, but she always treats Erin and I well. She knows we're really not submissive but just enjoy kinky girl/girl sex.
From the moment Sandra waltzed through the bar door, I knew Nicole would once again be calling the shots. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited about what I would be doing after last call. Sandra was certainly beautiful. She looked refined and elegant. She didn't look like the kind of woman who would soon be grovelling at a younger woman's feet. But I also knew that would be exactly where she would end up. Like all the others before her, she would soon be begging for Nicole to allow her pleasure and would be willing to do anything to get it.
Nicole had briefed Erin and me on her plans. After I closed the bar the rest of my night was free and I would have time to play. Erin wasn't so fortunate. She was on the night shift and had to work. Once I was done, I quickly changed clothes in the manager's office and headed upstairs. I knew Nicole's basic plan, but I was not prepared for the vision of a latex encased Sandra standing in the hallway. To be sure after she flashed me in at the bar I knew she would do anything for Nicole, but still, this was pretty far out there. Nicole had called me when she sent Sandra on her trip but I was still doubtful that I'd find her wandering the hallway. I walked slowly both to enjoy the view a little longer and to build some anticipation. As I got closer I noticed the cat suit was not covering the shivering woman 100%. I think Sandra's nipples were as hard as any I'd ever seen. Her clit seemed equally happy. Just what had Nicole done to her? More importantly, what was Nicole going to do to her and how could I help?
As I approached Sandra I could tell she was quivering with excitement. I used my swipe card to unlock the door. I was not surprised to find Nicole waiting for us holding two strap-ons. I knew she loved to fuck women. I do to and she knows that. I was surprised to see that she was holding out the larger one for me. Usually she reserves that for herself. As I was about to find out, that was all part of her master plan.
*** Sandra's POV ***
I watched as Mistress Nicole and Liz exchanged glances. They didn't speak but their eyes spoke volumes. I anticipated Liz grabbing the strap-on. I didn't know if they were going to take turns with me or DP me. Secretly I was hoping for the latter. Mentally I was ready for it and physically I was craving it. I stood still by Liz's side waiting for instructions. Unfortunately the instructions went to Liz.
"Are you ready to pay off your bet?" my mistress asked her.
"Business before pleasure?" Liz replied.
"Pleasure is my business," rejoined Nicole. "At least my pleasure."
I watched as Liz stripped down, took the strap-on and began to wrap it around her waist. I then watched as Nicole walked up to me and spun me around. Grabbing my arms she began to pull them behind me. I instinctively put up resistance, but it was a token effort and within seconds my wrist cuffs were clipped together behind my back.
Nicole then grabbed my erect nipple, marched me over to the couch, spun me around and pushed me back onto the cushions. My latex suite constricted as I bent to sit down taking my breath away. I could only watch as Nicole unsnapped the bottom of her corset exposing her pussy. She then ordered Liz to sit next to me. We were sitting side by side on the couch. My eyes were completely focused on the bouncing fake rubber cock attached to her waist as she sat down. The phallus was pointed skyward like an obscene flagpole. Nicole wasted no time mounting it. Her pussy stretched easily accepting the whole invader with a single stroke. She landed with a juicy splash as she bottomed out the strap-on. I could tell by the expression on her face that this was what she had been waiting all night for. Her plan was devious in its simplicity. I'd have to watch her get the pleasure I craved while I was unable to give any to myself. Nicole was a wicked, wicked girl.
Nicole began to fuck herself. She was taking her pleasure from Liz and obviously didn't care if Liz was enjoying herself. Nicole's pace quickened until she was riding the dildo with reckless abandon. I never knew a woman could fuck herself so hard. Watching this obscene sex show live in front of me had the effect you would assume. My own pussy was boiling. However with my hands cuffed behind me, there was little I could do but watch and get hornier. Over and over Nicole fucked herself on Liz. Over and over I begged to be next. Both Nicole and Liz reached over and slapped by breasts for being a bad slave and talking out of turn.
Nicole's lust was clearly out of control as was my own. Only she was the only one being satisfied. My juices were literally dripping onto my thigh and then over the cat suit. I continued to watch the carnal show in front of me unable to pleasure myself. It was pure torture. Finally with an animalistic grunt, a moan and then a scream, Mistress Nicole blasted off like a rocket. For a lesser woman that would have been the end of her night. How she managed to stand up after that pounding was a mystery for me. But stand up she did. She was still in control. Both Liz and I were looking at her with longing and desire.
I was not surprised, although still a little shocked, when she grabbed my hair and pulled my body down to suck the fake dick. I was now bent over parallel to the couch cushions fellating the strap-on and savouring every tasty morsel my mistress had left behind. Surely now it must be my turn. Or at least my turn to serve Liz. Alas, their plans did not involve my orgasm for some time.
Once I had finished cleaning mistress' toy she pulled me back into a standing position and unclipped the cuffs. "Inspection" was all she barked as Liz began to stand up and remove the strap-on. I was standing in the middle of the room with my legs spread to just past shoulder level and my hands on the back of my head. Liz put down the dildo on the table and then turned back to look at me. I felt doubly naked this time based on the fit of the latex suit. For some reason when I first learned this position and only had my stockings and shoes on I was more comfortable. But now, with my nipples, clit, pussy and ass exposed and the rest of my body covered in a fetish purveyors dream, I felt dirty. The latex forced me to realize just how far I'd fallen into my depravity.
Liz took her time inspecting me. She'd already seen my breasts in the bar but she seemed to take her time testing how heavy they were and how responsive my nipples were. Of course that brought another involuntary moan of lust from my mouth. When she pushed two fingers into my pussy and then flicked my clit I almost came. It took all of my willpower to keep from cumming. A fact Mistress Nicole appeared to take pride in. Both that she could hold me on the edge where a single touch could make me cum and more importantly that I was finally learning enough self control to hold back until she gave me permission. I was not happy about being made to wait. Liz commented that she thought I was ready. She didn't say for what but hopefully shaking in need on the edge of a massive orgasm was a qualification for what she had in mind.
I watched as Nicole resnapped her corset and grabbed the blindfold she had put on me before. She put it over my head but not over my eyes. They wanted me to see what they had planned. Liz produced a thick red collar from inside Nicole's bag of tricks. She quickly affixed around my neck. After a quick tug to make sure the buckle was secure she then produced a leash. I was not amused. She left the leash dangling between my breasts. The final item she pulled from Nicole's bag. I guess it wouldn't fit in her fashionable handbag. The item was a bright red leather strap. As you might have guessed the colour matched my new collar and the latex bra and shorts I had painted on my body. Obviously my two tormentors had the plan from the beginning and I was just along for the ride.
The strap went through a buckle on the front of the collar near the d-ring the leash connected to. Liz had to twist the collar just a bit to get it to line up straight down my torso. Liz lifted the leash from between my breasts and replaced it with the strap. The strap was about 2 inches wide. It was not very comfortable as it pushed my breasts apart. The leather's edge was sharp, even with the latex protecting the sides of my breasts and I could never forget what I was wearing. The strap was about six feet long which seemed very weird to me. I soon understood as Liz now pulled the strap between my legs covering my swollen clit, oozing pussy and to this point neglected asshole. She then pulled the strap up my back and pulled it through another buckle in the back of the collar. It was buckled very tightly and would further restrict my ability to walk easily or with any pace. My curiosity was running wild and for a moment I had the nasty thought that they were going to march me like this to another room. Then it hit me. They were going to take me to the swinging couple's room. Certain Liz would have talked to them after I left and knows where they are staying. The thought actually relaxed me a bit.
However that emotion was very short lived. Liz now produced two opaque cylinders from Nicole's bag. I immediately recognized them. Mistress Nicole and Liz both saw the look on concern on my face but neither took pity on me. I knew better than to complain verbally but I knew my eyes gave me away.
The new darkened nipple suckers were quickly attached. My wrists were still free and I had to fight the urge to defend my nipples from their onslaught. I wanted so much to push Liz away. Again my eyes told the story I knew my mouth could not. I could see in Liz's eyes I had made the correct decision to be passive. I put my hands behind my back to pretend I was cuffed as a way to keep from fighting back.
I found out at I should have thanked Nicole for only using two rounds of suction from the syringe. While that was painful it was nothing like the sensation from the three rounds that Liz used on my poor nubs. Due to the collar I couldn't tip my head down to see them, but without a doubt they were stretched further than they ever had been before. I did say a silent prayer that thanked God for the strap they had wrapped over my clit. At least they couldn't use the sucker on it.
Satisfied with their handiwork, Nicole reclipped my wrists together behind my back and then took control of the leash. Liz was busy getting dressed again as Nicole pulled the blindfold down. Instantly my world went dark. Nicole led me several times around the room. I could hear the clicking of a digital camera. That must have been Liz preserving the moment. I was led back onto the balcony. It was now far too late to have any office workers watching like they had when I was fucked out here earlier. How long ago did that feel. I knew it was only a few hours but it felt like another lifetime ago. The chill of the night air felt exhilarating, at least until I felt a tug on the leash indicating we were going back inside. But we didn't stop in the middle of the room.
As we were walking I tried to count my steps. They must be taking me to the bedroom I decided, with a grin. But we didn't turn the way I was expecting. We went straight. I immediately sensed the change in carpet quality as I crossed the threshold into the hallway. While I had been safe on the balcony, I was now in public. I was sure it was at least 2:30 or 3:00am which hopefully would mean I wouldn't be seen, but fear gripped me anyway. I felt myself being led down the hall. The leash was held tightly and I felt frequent tugs as I struggled to keep pace. I finally felt the marble tiled floor underneath my feet. I must have been standing in front of the mirror I'd masturbated in front of before. This time there was no chance of a repeat performance. I heard the pending arrival of the elevator, heard the bing and felt a tug as I was led into the car. Wherever we were going it wasn't on this floor.
*** Nicole's POV ***
I was having a grand time with Liz and Sandra. I could sense Sandra's will and resistance breaking down with every step she took. Liz was taking the lead holding Sandra's leash. I was operating the video camera. I took care not to identify Liz, although I did show her hand holding the leash and had enough shots of her torso and legs to show Sandra was following a woman. I even managed a few artistic shots of Sandra showing herself in the mirror of the elevator lobby.
I could almost feel the heat radiating off her body. I knew her arousal was at the boiling point. I also knew she would be perfect for our first film. Our purpose of making this video was twofold. First and foremost it would help Jeannie with her seduction of Rose. Second, Jeannie had found a website which paid serious money for this type of footage and earning a little extra cash was always good.
While in the elevator I tried to keep a tight shot on Sandra from the breasts up showing her increasingly heavy breathing. Her wonderful boobs were gently rising and falling as she tried to remain calm, at least on the outside. The nipple cups were doing a hypnotic dance like a magician's stopwatch trying to distract the view. Even though I had just fucked myself on Liz, I was starting to get aroused again. Soon enough I'd have her alone and would be able to indulge my own needs.
*** Sandra's POV ***
My anxiety and arousal continued to build as I listened to the elevator count down the floors. As each number went by my hopes of stopping before the lobby were washed away. Surprisingly the synthetic voice announced "lobby" but we didn't stop. I heard the doors open as the announcement said "lower level." What was down here? Most of these hotels had gyms and pools for their visitors. Was Nicole taking me for some kind of perverted workout? I started to move forward but a tug on my leash stopped me dead in my tracks and then back into the elevator.
"Sorry about that," I heard Liz explain. "I hit the wrong button."
I didn't have much time to think as the lobby was the next stop. This time I wasn't so quick to move until the now familiar tug indicated we were leaving the relative safety of the elevator.
"Now you will realize why we had to cover you up a little better," Nicole chimed in. "We don't want you arrested for indecent exposure. At least not yet."
*** Erin's POV ***
I'd been following Sandra's travels in the hallways to get the ice and her trip down the elevator on the security cameras. Nicole always brought excitement to my otherwise boring job. We'd sometimes get a couple making out in the elevator or in a hallway on tape, but only Nicole would send out a woman in Sandra's condition for me to spy on. I couldn't help but finger myself in the surveillance room as I watched her struggle to get ice. When Sandra stopped to masturbate, I almost came. I knew I wasn't going to get to play with her tonight, but Nicole promised I could have her next Friday. I was already planning what I was going to do to her. As the group started back to the lobby I quickly pulled my hand out of my panties and sprinted back to the registration counter. I wanted to see her for myself. I was certainly not disappointed.
*** Sandra's POV ***
I knew we were walking through the lobby. We didn't turn coming off the elevator so we were not heading back to the bar and we were not heading to the conference rooms. I tried to count the steps as I listened to my heel clicking on the marble floor. We must have been in front of the counter by now. That meant Erin and probably the other woman was watching me. Did what they saw excite them? I hoped so.
I heard a whistle and a catcall from the area where I'd first hidden to read Nicole's instructions. That time felt long ago when I was a different person. The voice sounded very male. I wondered if it was one of the drunken businessmen I had teased in the bar. I was wondering a lot of things right then but when I felt the cool night air hitting my face as we walked out the front door, my number one question was where are we going?
It didn't take long to be helped into the back seat of a car. It must have been parked in the drop off zone in front of the entrance. It was a roomy backseat with plenty of legroom, but needless to say with my wrists cuffed behind my back was uncomfortable. Immediately I wondered if Nicole would be joining me to use me on our trip. Instead I was strapped in with the seat belt. I heard both front doors open and close. The car began to move. No words were spoken and the radio was silent. It didn't take me long to lose my bearings. I didn't know this part of town that well and after a couple turns I was totally disorientated. I do know we drove for maybe 10-12 minutes before stopping. I heard the front doors open and then my own. I felt the seatbelt being removed and then another tug of the leash indicated I should follow.
The floor of wherever we were was definitely concrete. I could tell by the rhythmic click clack of my shoes. There was also an oily smell. I walked quite a distance before being told to be careful that we were going to go down some stairs. I then felt hands on my shoulders to steady me.
The oil smell now gave way to a cool damp feeling and a musky odor as if there was mould growing nearby. The outside of my body may have been cooling but inside I was still white hot. The strap running between my legs was doing a very effective job keeping me aroused with every step. I hoped we were nearing our destination. Finally I heard a lock being released and what sounded like a heavy metal door being opened. I was ushered a little further apparently into a different room. Finally Nicole addressed me.
"Sandra, are you ready to play a little game?"
I was ready to do anything she asked in order to give my body relief.
"Yes Mistress Nicole," I answered.
"Good," she replied. "A while back I found a website that specialized in adult super heroine fetish videos. At first I thought it was kind of stupid, but then I got into them. When we met I realized you were perfect for the role of a beautiful superhero that is captured and tortured by her arch nemesis."
"Tortured mistress," I questioned.
"Sexually tortured, pet," came the answer. "We have been filming you since you came in from the balcony in the hotel. Now we are going to tease you here in my world domination evil headquarters. You will be playing the role of the Latex Avenger and I am your arch nemesis Rubber Woman."
"I don't understand, mistress," I said with a questioning tone.
"These movies, it seems, always have women dressed in latex, spandex, rubber or leather. First we're going to tie you to the bed and interrogate you. By interrogate I mean tease you until you give me the secret government information you have."
"But I don't have any government information?" I was pleading at this point. I was not happy with how this night had veered from playtime at the hotel.
"I know pet. Just play along. You'll understand what we want. Soon you will be begging to cum and pledging your faithful service to Rubber Woman. If you do a good job I'll give you the fucking I know you've been craving."
I'd already had my fill of sexual teasing, but bound, blindfolded and with no idea of where I was I didn't see any way out of playing Nicole's warped game so I agreed with her terms. I felt hands unclip my wrist cuffs from each other. I quickly brought my arms in front of me to relax them. Of course that action caused my breasts to push together and the nipple suckers to move just enough to shoot pain through my breasts and down to my clit.
"I almost forgot," cooed Liz. "We need to take off your protective gear."
Now knowing what to expect, I was better prepared for the intense pain associated with releasing the air pressure in the suckers. It still hurt but didn't seem as bad as the first time. I guess my body was just getting familiar with the pain. Taking the strap running between my legs off was easier. The cool air blowing across my overheated pussy was a welcome breeze. The collar and leash remained as I was assisted down onto a cot of some kind. The mattress was lumpy and I could feel the springs. My hands were now pulled up and attached to the headboard. I could tell only one person was hooking me to the bed. The other person was obviously handling the camera. I was told to struggle, but not too hard.
That was an easy thing to do. I rolled a bit side to side and tried to make it look like I was trying to pull my arms down. When the person moved on to my legs I tried to kick, but I made sure to let them cuff my ankles to the bed without too much trouble. I could also tell the end of the leash was tied to the headboard. Mistress Nicole in her best evil supervillian voice then began the interrogation.
I tried to picture in my mind what I must look like to the video camera. Mistress Nicole, sorry, Rubber Woman, was drilling me with questions rapid fire about who my contacts were in the Justice department. Who were the other secret agents investigating her criminal enterprise and what sting operations we were planning. Since I really had no idea how she wanted me to play along it was easy for me to resist her questions. Of course that was exactly what she wanted which gave her ample reason to begin using harsher interrogation techniques. Instead of water boarding or a different traditional torture method, she preferred alternating sessions of pain and pleasure designed to bring me right to the edge of orgasm before taking away my climax at the last moment. It was frustrating to not be able to see her or what she was doing. I know the strongest vibrator I'd ever felt was placed between my legs. I could tell by the shape it was a Hitachi Wand. Nicole was cruel about how it was used. Sometimes she would just let it rest between my thighs buzzing my legs but just barely touching my labia. Other times when she was bringing me close again she would hold it tight against my clit. Of course that would be only for a few seconds. If she held it like that any longer I would have erupted.
At other times she used a riding crop on me. The latex provided some protection and spread out the stinging snap of the leather but it never failed to kill my desire to cum as she methodically hit my thighs, stomach and arms. She took care, apparently, not to crop my breasts or pussy. I'm sure she though the shock of doing so would push me over the edge. She probably was right.
She used other "toys" on me too. They were primarily designed to cause pain. I can't really describe them since I didn't see them but I can tell you that her alternating cycle of pleasure and pain had my head spinning with lust. Rubber Girl continued to press me for information saying I would break eventually. She said that soon enough I would beg her for an orgasm. She said I would beg to be fucked. She said that once I came I would be her loyal slave and become a double agent feeding her all the classified information the government had on her and her organization.
I was ready to beg just as she had predicted. I tried to picture myself as if this situation was real. I found myself assuming the role of the Latex Avenger in my mind and I started to enjoy this game. I could withstand the pain, at least at this level, but she was right that my lust would eventually compel me to submit to her. I had the distinct impression that Nicole was enjoying her role play too. The next time she held the wand against my clit a few seconds longer. My body tensed as it teetered on the edge of a massive explosion. I was right there about to cum when she pulled it away. That was the last straw. I had forgotten about the camera at this point. The Latex Avenger was broken in mind, body and spirit.
"Please let me cum," I begged her. "I'll do whatever you want!"
I felt a lone finger slide into my smouldering pussy.
"I know you will pet," she replied. "Now beg me to fuck you. When you cum you will belong to me."
I didn't hold back. I begged. I pleaded. I gave her every assurance I was hers and would do her bidding. I promised to be her double agent. I promised to spy on my own government. I promised to feed her classified information. I basically promised to become a traitor all to quench the fire of lust in my heart and more importantly my pussy. I fully expected her to pounce on me and fill me with her strap-on. I would have cum on the first stroke and it would have been one of the best orgasms I ever had in my life. I felt the barrier between our role play and reality crumbling. Was I pledging that the Latex Avenger would serve Rubber Girl or that Sandra the middle aged executive would faithfully serve this young hellcat Mistress Nicole?
As much as I wanted her to pounce on me and fill my needy pussy, it didn't happen. Instead I felt the bonds being released. Soon my hands were free of the cuffs and my collar was removed. I felt her moving to my ankles when she spoke.
"That was great Sandra," Nicole said back in her normal, non-evil voice. "You were spectacular."
She next removed the blindfold. The bright lights hurt by eyes and I had to cover them with my hands. I was very confused. Had she decided not to fuck me after I did everything she had asked? My facial expression must have asked the question for me.
"Not to worry pet," Nicole said definitely back in mistress mode. "You're still going to get the best fucking you've ever had later tonight. But we need to get a little more footage of you and you'll never be up for it after I take you the way nobody has ever taken you before."
I guess I wasn't confused any more but I certainly wasn't happy either. Nicole helped me off the bed. Liz was making adjustments to the video camera. Nicole handed me a mask not unlike the one Michelle Pfeiffer wore in the second Batman movie. She had to help with my hair so I could put it on properly but damn, did it look good on me. I temporarily forgot about the fire in my pussy and my orgasm denied as I looked at myself in a small mirror they had. I also took the time to look around the room. It was basically a concrete block walled room. The blocks were painted white and there was a metal door. It probably was a storeroom at some point but now it was furnished to look like a cell. There was a twin sized bed which I had been bound to with a utilitarian metal headboard. It had vertical iron bars which made it easy to secure a saucy slave to it. The mattress looked dirty. I already knew it was uncomfortable. I wondered how many other women had spilled their juices on it under Nicole's care. I was sure she didn't wash it after each use.
There was also a stainless steel table where Nicole and Liz had laid out the "torture" devices as if Rubber Girl was a surgeon and the bed was her operating theatre. Off to the side out of camera range was a green duffel bag. Soon we were ready to continue. Nicole explained what to do.
"We're going upstairs. We will be in a factory, but don't worry, nobody is here at night. We're going to turn on just enough light to get a good picture. The idea is that you have tracked me to what you're sure is my secret lair. You are going to creep around in your best catlike moves searching from me. You will pretend you are trying not to be seen. The camera will shoot you hiding behind the equipment and then moving as fast as you can to the next piece of equipment for cover. We will shoot a combination of long shots when you move and close-ups when you stop so we'll have to shoot each move you make at least two times. When we edit the footage together it will appear seamless. When we get enough footage you will find me. We will struggle. We'll wrestle a bit and have a fake fight. Eventually you will pull my mask off. It is then you will realize you know who I am."
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am the daughter of one of this city's most prominent, trusted and politically connected businessmen. Think of me as Paris Hilton, but as a criminal mastermind instead of a talentless celebrity. This is how I can run my criminal enterprise without interference. This revelation will cause you to put your guard down. You will stand looking at me and then looking down at the mask. I will then push you back and you'll fall to the floor. Liz will drop a net on you to capture you. In the movie we'll then cut to the torture footage we already shot. In real life we'll take you back to the cell and fuck your brains out. If I fuck you now you'll cum immediately and be done for the night. If we wait 45 minutes or an hour you'll be able to take much more. And trust me, Liz wants to fuck you too so you better have enough energy for both of us."
I almost taunted her that I had enough energy for both of them twice over, but I thought better of it. Nicole obviously knew exactly what buttons to push on me. I had no doubt she really was going to fuck me into submission in an hour and that the game was really a precursor to real life. We headed upstairs.
Nicole led me upstairs for my acting debut. I was still nervous about doing what she was asking. I certainly had my reservations but I was too far committed to serving her to back out now. I just couldn't face not seeing her again and walking away from the lifestyle she had shown me. I could do this. I just thought of it as a role play like I'd done with Mistress D. The only difference was this was real life and I was being recorded.
Upstairs was the factory floor. The oil smell I had noticed when we first came in was from lubricants for the machinery. I have no idea what kinds of machines I was looking at but apparently they could cut and bend metal. The factory was dirty and smelly. Somehow it seemed right for the video Nicole wanted to make. I wondered how she got access to the building. Actually I didn't really wonder that much. It seemed even at her early twenties age she could get anything she wanted. From the suite at the hotel to a factory to shoot an adult movie to getting a strong willed middle aged woman begging to be allowed to serve her, Nicole could do anything.
Liz setup the tripod and the video camera while Nicole turned on just a couple of lights in a hallway and an office. The open expanse of the factory floor was eerily dim as it was illuminated by only a couple of security lights. Liz turned on a light mounted to the top of the camera. It was brighter and focused on the area right in front of the lens. Nicole explained to me how I should "act."
"First I need you to stand at the door," she said pointing to the exit. Move like you are sneaking around. Remember you are trying to catch me and need to remain out of sight until just the right moment."
I nodded that I understood.
"Liz will shoot the video. I'm going to look around for the best machines you can hide behind and for the best location for our confrontation."
I watched as Nicole walked off into the darkness of the factory. Liz pointed to where she wanted me. It took a couple of takes for me to figure out just what she was looking for in my "cat like" movements. The heels were definitely an issue. My standard issue 5 inch slave heels were definitely not super heroine approved. They were just too restrictive for my character's cat like movements and reactions. In truth, however, I had to admit they probably looked great on camera. I began to imagine people watching the video and playing with themselves. The awoke the exhibitionist in me and I started to get into the role and began to play to the camera more. By the time Nicole returned Liz said she had enough footage of me in the hallways and searching the offices for "clues."
Next up was me moving through the factory. This time Nicole was watching the progress which made me more nervous as I wanted so much to please her. It also turned me on since I knew the sooner we finished making the video, the sooner Nicole could fuck me. It was frustrating when Nicole would have Liz reshoot a segment both Liz and I thought went perfectly fine. I only hoped when the clips were spliced together everything would turn out OK.
Finally it was time for the big scene where I confronted Rubber Girl. There was a small office on the edge of the factory floor where I could sneak up and catch her. Liz positioned the camera in a wide shot where she could see Nicole, sitting with her back to the factory, and me lurking in the shadows. In real life the click of my heels would have given me away, but in this fantasy world I was quickly upon her with my arms wrapped around her pinning her against the chair.
"Now I've got you Rubber Girl!" I shouted getting into my role.
I wasn't sure what to expect from Nicole. She sprung up from the chair easily breaking my hold. I admit I didn't have my full strength locking my hands, but even if I had I don't think it would have mattered. Nicole must have taken a self defense class because like a flash she was free and pushing me out of the office.
"You think I'm that easy?" she bellowed. "Prepare to taste my wrath."
Nicole advanced on me. We locked arms holding each other's shoulders like two wrestlers at the start of the match. My pussy was throbbing in anticipation of losing, but my pride meant I'd have to give her a match. Liz would call out instructions to us. I'd temporarily get the upper hand and then Nicole would counter and it would look bad for me. All the while one of us was always showing our body to the camera. I really started to enjoy showing off my body this way. I good feel myself getting juicier and the whole situation began to feel normal.
I wondered how much footage they needed as we continued for quite a while. One of us would fall and the other would stand above the other and gloat. The girl on the floor would then trip her opponent and we would wrestle for a while on the grimy floor. Liz would tell us to stop when she needed to move the camera and we shot multiple takes to account for various camera angles, wide shots and close-ups. Overall it must have been about half an hour before Liz told us she had enough and that it was time for me to be captured. I was thrilled by her decree. We were almost done and I was well primed for Nicole and Liz to both take me back downstairs.
Nicole had us move over to where there was a pallet with a number of boxes wrapped in shrink wrap. Liz then setup a medium shot with the boxes just in the edge of the frame. We struggled once more and then Nicole told me to pull her mask off. She bent her head forward as if my last shove had forced her to do so and I grabbed the back of her head. I think I got a bit of her hair too, but she didn't seem to mind. When she snapped her head back leaving the mask in my hand, her long hair flowed upward as if she was in a shampoo commercial instead of a porn movie. I looked down at the mask and then up at her. I remembered the instruction to be shocked and I hope I showed that on camera. I left my mouth open as if I was stunned. Nicole spoke.
"So now you know my real identity. Well that means either you join my organization or I'll kill you," she said without a hint of being concerned.
I stood in front of her alternating glances at the mask and at her. I didn't know what to say. I guess that was alright because Nicole quickly moved in front of me and pushed me toward the boxes. I stumbled trying to keep my spiked heels below my center of gravity and soon found myself falling backwards into the boxes. Liz yelled cut and told me to stay there.
She quickly moved the camera and focused a tight shot on me. She then had me stand up and mock falling backwards again. I be lying if I said it didn't hurt landing against the pallet again. Liz told me to lay still. She reset the camera again and then ran behind the boxes. She told Nicole she was ready. Nicole in turn told me to start to get up and that Liz was going to throw a net on me. When that happened I was to fall forward on the floor.
I guess Liz had set the camera up wide enough to capture the falling of the net and my capture in one take. Nicole loudly praised her "evil assistant" for taking me prisoner. She then announced that I should be taken to the interrogation room.
Liz reappeared and stopped the camera. Nicole said she was very proud of me which gave me a warm feeling inside. Liz setup the camera so all three of us could be in the shot. Once the camera was rolling, Nicole gave the orders. She was holding up the blindfold I had been wearing earlier.
"Put this on her. I don't want her knowing where we take her," she instructed Liz.
Liz seemed all too pleased to agree. I knew we were going downstairs but when they had originally shot the torture scenes, I didn't know where I was so emotions were real. If I wanted to make it impossible for her to blindfold me I could have. After all it was tough for her to wiggle the blindfold through the net and certainly I had enough freedom of movement to remain sighted, but I passively played along. I then heard the tripod move again and soon I was being dragged along the oily floor. It was not pleasant. The latex did little to protect me from the cutting sensation from the net. Fortunately they only dragged me until I was out of the camera frame.
After that I was released and the blindfold was removed, at least temporarily. Nicole and Liz both gave me big hugs of congratulations. They each also gave me a passionate kiss. The feeling of normalcy for the situation was reinforced.
Once we were back downstairs Liz quickly setup the camera facing the front edge of the bed. Nicole put the blindfold back on me and then tied me to the bed as I had been during the torture scene. I wished she had not put the blindfold back on me. I've seen enough movies to know even in a porno people look for continuity problems between scenes, but I really wanted to see what they were up to. I heard noises from the equipment table. I prayed that meant Nicole was donning her strap-on.
Nicole told me to beg again to be fucked so they could have a choice of angles for my official submission. That was easy for me. Instead of feeling her penetrate me as I had expected, I heard and then felt my leg cuffs being removed. My wrist cuffs quickly followed and I was pulled off the cot.
Nicole had me stand leaning against the iron footboard. It came up to the small of my back. She quickly reaffixed the cuffs to the footboard with my arms spread as wide as they would go. I was a bit surprised she didn't cuff my legs into a similar position. Not that I was complaining mind you, I just figured she would put me in a standing spread eagle.
"OK Sandra," she began. "This is the final scene. Remember we've just finished torturing you. You've begged to cum and pledged to serve me. I know you want to get fucked right now and fucked you will be. I'm going to make you beg just a bit more and then I'll give you what you want. I'm going to tell you not to cum without permission and I want you to beg for that honor also. Don't worry. I'm going to let you cum soon. I just want your begging on the video. After I'm done Liz is going to fuck you. Just so you can see that I am a good sport, you can cum with her too. If you ask nicely."
I couldn't see the expression on her face but I'm sure she was proud of the little taunt she just used. Liz said she was ready. So was I. I'm pretty sure Nicole had been looking forward to this moment from the second she first entered my house. I felt the hard rubber of her strap-on smack against my clit. I hoped the camera audio would catch the sound of my wetness. I could certainly hear it as Nicole hit my clit three more times causing me to cry out my first begging of this scene.
"Oh please rubber girl," I whimpered. "Don't make me wait. Fuck me. Take me. Make me your slave."
I was no longer playing the role. I knew deep that is what I really wanted from Nicole. I wanted to be her slave. I wanted her to control me. I wanted her to take me and use me for her own pleasure. I felt a finger slide into my pussy. I knew she was going to show the camera how wet I was. Nicole's running commentary confirmed what I knew she would do. I continued to beg. I felt her strap-on at the tip of my labia.
"Ask nice and I'll fuck you," she cooed.
I didn't care what I had to say or agree to at that moment. Nicole had me pledge again to serve her and to be a double agent against the government. In hindsight it was amazing that she kept her character so well. I was a babbling begging slut and all I knew was I had to get her rubber cock into my pussy. Finally she tired of taunting me and slowly pushed the strap-on into me. I'm sure Liz had an obscene close-up of my pussy swallowing the whole length.
Nicole was masterful as she worked the cock into and out of me. She alternated between slow loving strokes and fast pounding thrusts. Bound as I was in the standing position, I could do little but take her in the manner she pleased. One of the first things she said was my instruction not to cum without permission. I knew that was likely a losing battle. It was tough enough to control my lust during the slow strokes, but when she would grab the top rail of the footboard and really lay into me I was begging nonstop for relief. In character she would just laugh at me. Softly she would then give me assurances I was going great and would tell me just a little longer. We both knew my orgasm was going to hit momentarily and it was going to be massive.
Nicole announced that "When you come you will belong to me." She punctuated her edict with three savage thrusts which shook the entire bed. I shouted out "Yes mistress! May I please cum! I will be your slave!"
Thankfully she said, "Yes slave. Cum for me and take your place at my feet as my slave."
She then reached up and squeezed both my nipples hard. Without warning the pain mixed with another pleasurable savage thrust of the dildo and I exploded. The mix of emotions running through my body caused an information overload in my brain. I was operating on pure instinct and adrenaline as I howled in pleasure and tried to thrust forward to capture every ounce of pleasure I could take from her wonderful dick. I lost all sense of time as I quivered and shook against the bed frame. A second orgasm ripped through me as Nicole didn't bother to stop pounding me with her fuckstick. Finally I screamed, "No more!" and thankfully she took pity on me and stopped. I was still shaking. The bindings joyfully held me upright.
I was still on another planet when I felt Nicole's fingers reach into my pussy and scoop out a sloppy load of juice. She then wiped my goo against my face. "Remember I own you now," she said.
I was slumping down worn out from her monumental fucking. My weight was hanging from my wrists. I couldn't even hold my head straight until Nicole pulled it up for me. "Yes ma'am," I replied. "Thank you mistress."
I could sense Nicole walking away. I heard her confirm with Liz that everything went well technically. I was still trying to recover when I felt my wrists being released. I slumped to the floor.
"She's no good to me now," I heard Liz say. "I hope you're happy."
I know I was happy. I was pretty sure Nicole was too.
"Don't worry Liz. She's a fuck beast. Let's get the equipment put away and then you can do what you want to her."
"She had better be ready for me or you owe me this time," Liz responded.
I heard them walk out the door. I still couldn't move so I remained on the cold concrete floor. My pussy was oozing happiness and still throbbing. Just thinking about my situation brought me a mini-cum as my body remembered the pleasure my mistress had just given me. I hoped they would hurry back. It never occurred to me to take off the blindfold. My hands were free and I could have, but my brain was replying what had just happened and I didn't want to risk killing my buzz.
I felt a hand take mine and lift me up. I was then pushed up onto the cot. I was positioned my favorite way. On my knees with my hands grabbing the rail of the footboard, I knew Liz was going to take me doggie style. I didn't know if I could handle it. My best orgasms, at least my best non-toy related orgasms, always came when I got it from behind. Given how I'd just cum from Nicole's frontal assault, I wondered how much more I could take. She didn't clip the cuffs to the rail. In truth I needed it for stability so it really didn't matter. I wasn't about to let go.
Immediately I noticed she was wearing Nicole's bigger strap-on, the one she was holding when we walked into the suite when Liz arrived. It filled me completely. Even after the major league fucking Nicole had given me, Liz's added size made me feel brand new. Even though I was blindfolded I knew there was a mirror over the table at the end of the bed. In my mind I could see exactly what I looked like as Liz had her way with me. I'd always found a mirror to be one of the best bedroom accessories you could have and I wished I could take advantage of it now. But Liz obviously still wanted me blindfolded so for the time being I played along. I rocked my hips back and forth trying to match her pace and maximize the pleasure of her thrusts. I was as loud and obscene as the world's best porn star as she began to pound me every bit as hard as Nicole had. Soon I was on the edge of another massive climax and begged Liz to give me permission to cum. Instead she stopped and pulled out. I groaned in frustration. Then I heard Nicole from in front of me.
"I'm the one who will keep you on the edge for hours, pet. We just need to change position and then you can cum."
What the hell did the position have to do with anything? I was perfectly happy to cum bent over on my knees. I felt Liz push against my butt causing me to roll to my side. I could feel her lying down next to me. Not that I was disappointed to play cowgirl, but I really didn't understand the reason to switch. Maybe having me bounce on her would get the strap-on to hit her clit better. Maybe she just liked the view. It didn't really matter. I was rolled back on top of her and with a little guidance from Nicole was soon filled and moaning again. I felt two hands on my butt pushing me down onto Liz's cock.
"Hold still a moment," I heard Nicole say. Then I felt her weight on the cot. I realized what she meant before I even felt her push me forward so I was laying on top of Liz or before I felt the lube against my asshole. I made a mental note to thank Mistress D for her anal training as I felt Nicole's strap-on push against my brown eye. My first double penetration and it was at the hand of two women. I'd come a long way in a week from the sexually frustrated divorcee I had been when Nicole found me.
Logistically it was a challenge to find our rhythm, but it didn't take long. I can tell you both my antagonists were expert swordswomen and had obviously done this before. I was screaming in pleasure almost immediately. Nicole gave me permission to cum whenever I wanted and as often as I could. She then pulled off the blindfold and I saw the camera was still pointed right at me. It had been focused on me the entire time I was on my knees. I came and I came hard. Nicole then pulled off my mask.
"Sandra, meet the world. The world, meet Sandra."
I quivered as another orgasm washed over me. I was cumming fast and furious now. Mini-cums, little cums, big cums in succession as Mistress Nicole and helper mistress Liz (I didn't really know what to call her) continued to fuck me into submission. I know Liz came at least once and I ground myself on top of her. I don't know if Nicole did. In the end they left me as a fucked out piece of meat lying in a pool of my own juice with a gaping asshole and a pussy which had been fucked raw. I could only lie passively and watch as this time they really did pack up their gear. When I was alone in the room I wondered if they were coming back.
*** Nicole's POV ***
The night at the hotel and factory had been a long one. By the time Liz and I fucked Sandra I think we both needed our own relief more than Sandra did, but I knew by giving her an endless series of orgasms would further draw her into my web of submission. I'd had some fun earlier and with Sandra now firmly under my control she would be giving me pleasure on command so I could let her have some fun tonight. She'd been a remarkable good sport about all we'd put her through. I could tell she loved it. No she craved it and by this time next week her daughter would be under Jeannie's control as well.
Sandra was truly spent. If I let her she would sleep for hours. I allowed her to pass out on the cot while I helped Liz with the gear. As we were loading everything back up into the car she asked when she could borrow Sandra and be properly pleasured instead of just the mediocre cum she had tonight. I told her I had plans for the next two Fridays with my new slave but after that she and all our friends could have a party and use Sandra. I could tell she didn't want to wait that long, but I still needed a couple of weeks to reinforce Sandra's place in my life. I asked Liz to run the memory cards from the cameras over to Jeannie's house and then to come back and pick us up. She didn't seem happy about being asked to run the errand so I offered to call Jeannie and put her tongue on standby for her. Liz just laughed at how easy it was for me to order someone to service her. Liz declined saying it was getting late. Looking up I could see the first glimmer of the sunrise so I had to agree. Liz said to just have Jeannie waiting outside and that she'd be right back.
I got Jeannie on the phone. She wanted to know everything that happened. I asked if she had planning the earlier pictures on Sandra's computer and had sent some to Rose. She said she had. I told her Liz was on her way over and that she should copy the video to Sandra's computer also. If I wanted to see what happened all I had to do was watch the footage. I then told her I needed a finished product by next Friday when I'd see Sandra again. Jeannie said she understood.
*** Sandra's POV **
Nicole finally did come back and she lay down on the cot with me and we snuggled for a while. It was a surreal tender moment considering what she had put me through that night. I dozed in and out of reality. I had no idea how long we lay together. She knew I needed some time to get my strength back. I assumed I would have to pleasure her before we were done, but I was wrong. Eventually she got up and helped me to my feet. She led me back upstairs. Then she held up the blindfold once again. I couldn't believe she had more planned. I passively stood in front of her as she affixed the blindfold and cuffed my hands behind my back for the final time. Once more I felt the cool outside air wash over me and soon I was in the back seat of the car. We must be heading back to the hotel. I tried to relax and rest in the back seat. When the car stopped I was mentally ready to walk through the lobby again. It had to be morning by now. Maybe Erin was about to end her shift and want her turn with me.
I heard the door open. Nicole told me to twist so she could remove the cuffs. She then helped me out of the car. Even after all these hours I wasn't very steady on these heels. I was going to have to practice walking in them. I heard the car door shut and Nicole holding my hand led me forward. "Step up," she said and I did. The ground was soft. This wasn't the front entrance to the hotel. This was grass. I was confused. Nicole spoke to me for the last time.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening. I look forward to seeing you next Friday."
With that she gave me a very passionate kiss. This disoriented me further. I was outside somewhere standing on grass as my young mistress kissed me. I was stunned momentarily. I knew I was exposed in public, but I wanted Nicole to do more than just kiss me. I felt a strap which I later found out was my purse being slid onto my arm. I heard a car door shut and knew Nicole had driven off. I reached up and ripped off my blindfold in time to see her heading up the street. My street. I looked around. It was already dawn and the world was starting to stir. I was laying in my front yard in my latex suit with my pussy and nipples exposed. God help me if my neighbors just witnessed this display. I gathered my wits as quickly as I could. I fumbled with my purse to get my keys, but they were not in the compartment I usually keep them in. I stood up and started to make my way up the driveway to the back door. I kept a hide-a-key there. As I staggered up the driveway I kept searching through my purse and found my keys in a different compartment. Breathless I reached the safety of my yard. My chest was heaving with a mix of fear and arousal as I opened the door. Once safely in the kitchen I sat down and masturbated myself to another climax. I didn't feel like I had a choice. My body demanded one last cum. Looking at the clock it was 6:45am. I had to get some sleep and I had to get this latex off my body. But which one should I do first?
I was asleep almost as quick as my head hit the pillow and I didn't move until I heard a pounding on my front door. Roused from my coma like state. I looked at the clock. It was only 8:15. Who could be so insistent at this hour of a Saturday morning? I crawled out of bed. My body was still encased in the hardened liquid latex. Just a few hours ago the warm cocoon of my cat suit felt like a second skin to me and I had decided not to remove it just yet opting for sleep instead. Now as I peeked out of my bedroom window and saw Rose's car in the driveway I realized that had been a mistake. I knew she wasn't about to leave and I knew I couldn't let her see me this way. I panicked for a moment and then began to search for my cell phone. Thankfully I had not left it downstairs.
I called Rose. She seemed very surprised. I explained that I had a late night of drinking and that she had woke me up. I told her where to find the hide-a-key in the back yard and that I was going to shower and then I'd come downstairs. I didn't know how plausible I sounded but that was all I could think of on the spot. She seemed to buy it. Now all I had to do was remove the latex and shower away any evidence of my perverted adventure. That would prove to be easier said than done.