All raiding parties should have among their equipment a roll of duct tape (more than 1 inch (2.5 cm) wide) and thin, strong rope about a quarter inch (about 0.6 cm) in diameter.
The length of the tape or rope is approximately 5 yards (4.5–5 meters). All this is needed in order to make a gag and immobilize the prisoner, who will have to be left unguarded.
How to make a gag. Place a piece of rag or turf into the prisoner's mouth. Then tape his mouth tightly with two to three strips of duct tape, about 4 to 5 inches (10 cm) long, being careful not to block his nostrils.
How to tie a robber's knot. Tying this knot should be practiced on a stick (or on the back of a chair) until you can do it with your eyes closed.
1. Holding the short end of the rope (about 2 feet - approximately 60 cm), pass it behind the stick, the short end on the left, the long end on the right (Fig. 94).
2. Pass the long end through the loop at the top and through the stick, through the loop, holding it in your left hand. Then pull the short end with your right hand (Fig. 95).
3. Pass the short end of the rope into the loop at the top and through the stick, holding it in your left hand through the loop, make the knot shown in Fig. 96.
4. Holding the loop in your left hand, pull the long end of the rope, pass your left hand through the loop, then tighten both ends of the rope (Fig. 97).
Handcuffs
1. Place the prisoner on the ground, belly down. Tie his wrists together behind his back with a robber's knot, as shown in Fig. 98, and raise your forearms on your back as high as possible towards your neck.
2. Grab the prisoner's neck with the rope, then pull it back around the bound wrists and tie his legs together, bent back, as shown in Fig. 99.
Note: If the prisoner lies quietly, he will not cause himself any harm, but if he tries to free himself, he will probably strangle himself.
Bunch of grapes
Find a tree or some kind of pole with a diameter of approximately 17-19 cm.
1. Make the prisoner climb a tree (post), as shown in fig. 100.
2. Place his right leg around the tree behind his left leg, so that the left leg covers the ankle of the right leg (Fig. 101).
3. Forcefully lower the prisoner down the trunk (post) so that his body weight locks his left leg around the tree, as shown in Fig. 102.
Note. Despite the fact that the prisoner's hands will remain free, if this technique is performed correctly, he will not be able to escape.
Usually, the average person in this position will have numb legs within 10-15 minutes, and the likelihood that he will be able to return to the starting position on his own is zero. To free a prisoner, two people will be required to take his legs on each side and lift him along the tree, and then spread his legs.
Chair
For this technique, it is better to use a chair with an open back.
1. Make the prisoner sit on a chair.
Place one of his arms through the backrest and the other around it, and tie his wrists together with a robber's knot (Fig. 103).
2. Tie the upper parts of the captive's arms to different sides of the chair (Fig. 104).
3. Tie the prisoner's feet to the legs of the chair so that he touches the ground only with the toes of his shoes, as shown in fig. 105.
4. If necessary, insert a gag into the prisoner's mouth.
Replacing handcuffs
This method, by which one person can effectively control several captives, can be very useful. A police baton, police baton or hunting whip equipped with a gripping loop as shown in Fig. 106 is all that is required in this case.
1. Cut the prisoners' trouser belts or suspenders.
2. Have them all put their right hand through the baton gripping loop and rotate the baton until the rope cuts deep into the prisoners' wrists (Fig. 107). Then lead them to their destination.
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Sorry! – a low, slightly hoarse voice came from behind his shoulder.
Ilana flinched in surprise and turned around sharply. Standing in front of her was a tall blonde wearing huge dark glasses. Tight leather trousers fit tightly around her steep hips, clearly emphasizing the perfection of her figure. A white, low-cut T-shirt tightly hugged the woman’s strong body, and full, elastic breasts literally burst out from the wide slit.
Ilana’s eyes could not be seen behind the almost black glasses, but the oval face, sensual mouth and well-shaped nose gave a sufficient idea of the stranger’s pretty appearance.
- Did you want to know something? – the girl asked uncertainly.
“I’m looking for Ilana Voznesenskaya, a fifth-year student,” the blonde began to chatter like a well-learned lesson, “You don’t know how I can find her?”
“It’s me,” Ilana smiled shyly, “You’re lucky.”
- You can’t even imagine how! – the blonde sharply grabbed her by the elbow, “Anatoly Andreevich Sazhin, your dean, recommended you to me.”
- What's the matter? – Ilana looked warily at her sudden interlocutor.
- Don't be scared, honey! – the blonde squeezed the girl’s elbow even tighter, “Now I’ll explain everything.” Just let's find some quiet place.
At the school, test time was in full swing, so finding a free classroom was not easy, and the blonde offered to talk while sitting in her car.
“I recently built a new country house,” she began busily, tightly closing the door of her luxury SUV, “And now I’m looking for a person to help me decorate the interiors.”
“But I hardly do this,” Ilana objected, “I have a completely different direction...
- I know! – the blonde unceremoniously interrupted the girl, “But that’s exactly what I need.”
“But I don’t have any time right now,” Ilana for some reason reached into her bag, “Tests, exams.” Perhaps in a month I will be able to help you.
- Certainly! – as if expecting such an answer, the potential employer shouted, “I just wanted to agree in principle.” I won't hurt you with money, you'll be happy. If you want, we can go and see, so to speak, the work front. Well, how? Do you agree?
“You can go,” sparkles of excitement sparkled in the girl’s big brown eyes, “But...
“I can wait for you,” the blonde answered readily.
“Okay,” Ilana said after thinking, “I’ll just warn my friend not to wait for me after class.”
“I don’t think it’s worth it,” the woman suddenly became worried for some unknown reason, “Besides, we’ll be back in an hour and a half, and you’ll see your beloved.” And maybe I’ll offer him a job too. Let's go?
The jeep took off abruptly, pushing the young passenger into a deep leather chair. The blonde drove at top speed, skillfully maneuvering in the dense traffic, desperately honking and blinking her headlights, while managing to glance at Ilana, who had cowered into a ball out of fear.
“Don’t worry, girl,” the blonde abruptly changed her manner of conversation, “Drink some water.” There, behind the chair, look in the refrigerator.
Ilana put her hand into a small foam container and, feeling for the bottle, took it out and, unscrewing the cap, pressed her dry lips to the neck and took several greedy sips.
- Don’t you want to? – the girl glanced sideways at her new friend.
- No! – the woman answered somehow sharply, but, realizing that the refusal sounded too rude and defiant, she smiled embarrassedly and repeated as softly as possible, “No, thank you.” And drink, don’t be shy.
“Can I ask you,” having calmed down a little, Ilana turned to the blonde, “Who are you and what do you do?”
“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself,” she laughed, theatrically pressing her hand to her heaving chest, “My name is Marianna.” I own a chain of fashion boutiques. Clothes, shoes, accessories…
- Do you have a family? – Ilana continued to ask.
- Why do I need a family? – Marianna chuckled, “I can live without outside help.”
When they finally got out of the dense city traffic onto the ring highway, Ilana suddenly felt that her eyelids were filling with lead, her body, always flexible and light, became like cotton. Rainbow bunnies flashed before my eyes. She wanted to ask Marianne to stop the car, but after a moment she fell into a black viscous void.
Ilana hardly opened her eyes and froze in surprise. She couldn't figure out where she was. The room was dark and stuffy. Rays of light barely penetrated through the smoky glass of a small window located high under the ceiling. The gloomy stone walls exuded a suffocating stench that stifled the breath. In the middle of this strange room, Ilana noticed a wooden pillar, apparently serving as a support for the upper floor. A second similar pillar was dimly visible in the far corner.
The girl tried to move, but the next moment horror gripped her and pierced her to the ends of her hair, like an electric current. Her hands were placed behind her back and tied tightly with thin rawhide straps, and a tight leather pouch was placed on her wrists, so small that her fingers clenched into fists of their own accord. The legs were also tightly tied with thin belts, and a tight leather bag was pulled over the feet, which was tied with the same leather cord at the ankles.
The mouth was gagged with a huge rag gag that filled the entire cavity, and closed with a wide pad of thick, rough leather, which did not give the girl the slightest opportunity to push the gag out with her tongue, but only allowed her to moan quietly.
Trying to move, Ilana realized that she was not only tied up, but also dressed in some strange clothes. A tight, tight dress made of black latex, worn directly over the naked body, tightly hugged the girl’s young figure, and a gray apron made of rough canvas rubbed against her nipples with every movement, exciting them and making them itch. Ilana suddenly realized with horror that instead of the usual silk panties that she had been wearing that day, she was wearing tight tight swimming trunks, and thick plugs had been inserted into her anus and vagina.
And to top it all off, a wide leather collar that covered the neck was fastened with a short chain to a ring mounted in the stone wall.
Tears flowed from my eyes spontaneously. The girl unconsciously tried to free herself from the bonds, but the straps that tied her arms and legs were strong, and the person who tied her apparently knew a lot about this. In addition, with every movement, the plugs inserted into the genitals caused severe pain, and the breasts began to ache unbearably when they rubbed against the apron.
After making several more pointless attempts to free herself, Ilana, exhausted and depressed, became quiet and began to cry quietly, finally realizing that she had nowhere to wait for help.
The ray of light in the small window near the ceiling began to dim, and the girl realized that evening was coming. What will it bring, what suffering?
The door swung open sharply, and two tall girls dressed very strangely appeared in the room. The voluminous, strong busts were wrapped in a harness, leaving the chest itself open. Tight short leather skirts tightly hugged her thick hips and strong butt. Each was wearing a small snow-white apron, the kind usually worn by waitresses in restaurants. The feet of both girls were shod in tall patent leather boots with buckles and a wide low heel. The hands, clad in shoulder-high patent leather gloves, were shackled with a chain no more than half a meter long.
The girls, apparently maids, unfastened the collar from the chain and sat Ilana in a very ordinary wheelchair, placing her hands behind the back and pulling them with a loop to the chair. Next they fastened the collar to a carabiner screwed into the upper part of the backrest, and finally they tied her legs, making it impossible for the girl to move. Ilana was surprised by how clearly and harmoniously these “waitresses” acted. They probably had to perform such procedures quite often.
Standing on either side of the chair, they rolled the captive along a narrow corridor, and soon Ilana found herself in a huge room, flooded with bright neon light. The walls of this spacious room were draped with heavy blackout curtains that hung all the way to the floor. There were no windows visible; apparently, they were hidden behind these curtains, but they were tightly closed. However, the ventilation here was excellent. This was felt by the abundance of fresh air.
Ilana suddenly saw her new friend Marianna, sitting on a high luxurious throne, upholstered in velvet and decorated with gilded carvings. Now this busty blonde's wardrobe consisted of a black leather raincoat, worn over a completely naked body, and high, almost groin-length leather boots with high stiletto heels. Behind this royal seat stood two girls dressed in tight jumpsuits made of black shiny latex, which eloquently revealed all the charms of their slender bodies with beautiful shapes.
Both girls were tied to thick pillars located on either side of the throne. Their mouths were tightly shut. Ilana suddenly noticed that these beauties were hermaphrodites. The lower abdomen of each of them was intercepted by a wide belt with the same leather harness with a ring at the end going down. This ring supported a real penis of impressive size in a raised position.
Ilana at first thought it was a dummy, but very soon realized that it was living flesh. Marianna grabbed the protruding limbs with her palms in black velvet gloves and began to slowly stroke them. She did this very slowly, and very soon the girls began to moan pitifully and squirm with their whole bodies, as much as the belts holding them allowed. Gradually, Marianna’s movements began to accelerate, and with them the moans of the hermaphrodites intensified. The maids, who had previously stood behind Ilana, approached the girls and began to caress their huge breasts with their hands, which made their breathing quicken, and their moans and sighs became hoarse.
Marianne didn’t say a word, she just looked straight at her captive, narrowing her eyes a little. Suddenly, one of the girls, bending strongly, thereby tightening the belt at her waist to the limit, with which she was tied to the post, let out a hoarse, terrible groan, and her penis, which became like a hot rod, threw out a strong stream of sperm at least a meter in front of her. Soon the second girl was not long in coming. Flaring their nostrils and breathing rapidly, they gradually went limp and soon hung helplessly on the straps, their heads dropped onto their chests. Their phalluses had become flaccid and were now dangling like rags.
Ilana closed her eyes, unable to watch this sight any longer. Realizing fully her helplessness and defenselessness, she began to sob like a child. Marianne sat in silence for several minutes, then slowly rose from her throne, walked over to the girl and gently wiped her eyes. After waiting for the slave to calm down, she lifted her head by the chin.
- Well, how do you like my house, my dear? – Marianna asked, smiling smugly, “Do you like it?”
Ilana hummed quietly and began to cry again, unable to bear this humiliation.
- Don't cry, beauty! – Marianna gently stroked the girl on the head, “If you are a good girl and follow all my orders, I will not punish you.”
Turning sharply to face her maids, she shouted loudly:
- Why are you standing there? Get your slave ready for work! Alive!
The maids immediately began to fuss. One of them unfastened the carabiner on the collar and began to slowly remove the leather pad from her mouth. The second one helped her, holding the rag gag with her fingers. Ilana tried to free herself, but the girls held her tightly. Then, just as slowly, they pulled the wet rag out of her mouth and immediately inserted a large plastic ring with straps around the edges into her teeth so that the slave could not close her mouth.
After this, the maids tied an ordinary oilcloth bib around the girl’s neck, the kind that is usually hung on small children so that they do not get dirty while eating.
Marianna, standing nearby, watched the whole process. Having once again carefully examined the slave, she smiled slyly and, leaning close to Ilana’s ear, whispered:
- Now you will suck one of my dolls. You've been doing stuff like this with your boyfriend, haven't you?
Ilana looked at the blonde in horror and shook her head furiously, making unclear sounds.
“It’s okay,” Marianna reassured her, “You’ll try now.”
Taking a couple of steps to the side, she made a jerky gesture with her hand. The girls quickly untied the captive from the chair and put her on her knees between the legs of one of the hermaphrodites. They inserted a metal spacer in the shape of the letter “T” into the floor from behind and, throwing the girl’s bound hands over the top crossbar, tied her tightly to the vertical post.
Kneeling, Ilana saw a penis hanging limply in front of her. If she didn’t know who this organ belonged to, she might well have thought that a man standing in front of her was full of strength.
Marianne placed the penis in her palm and lightly squeezed it with her fingers several times. The penis immediately began to tense up, increasing in size, and its owner began to quietly moan and move her lower abdomen. Having made sure that the penis had reached the desired strength, Marianna carefully pushed it into the ring and pushed it as deep as possible into the girl’s throat.
- Suck it, don’t be lazy! – she said rudely, “Now you will only do what I order!” Your free life is over once and for all! Understood?
Ilana, swallowing tears, began to run her tongue over the swollen penis, hearing the girl standing above her moaning louder. From time to time she could hear the Mistress’s screams when the girl’s moans died down a little.
Ilana did not know how long this torture lasted, but suddenly the member in her mouth twitched, and a hot stream of thick sperm hit the roof of her mouth, from which she almost choked. The portion was so impressive that it couldn’t fit in my mouth and was now crawling disgustingly down my chin, bubbling and smearing.
The maids untied the exhausted Ilana from the brace and, putting her back in the wheelchair, tied her arms and legs. Taking the ring out of their mouth and removing the bib smeared with sperm, they began to wipe their lips and chin with a soft napkin, while looking sideways at their Mistress, as if expecting new orders.
Ilana no longer had the strength to resist, and she sat obediently even when the girls, having pulled an ugly, tight slave helmet with narrow slits for the eyes and mouth and small holes for the nose, began to stuff a huge gag into her mouth in the form of a soft pear attached to the leather pad.
“That’s enough for today,” Marianne concluded, sitting down on her throne again, “And tomorrow I myself will take care of your upbringing.”
The days dragged on in a monotonous and monotonous sequence, similar to each other. The next day after the abduction, Ilana was moved to another room, brighter and cleaner, laid on a narrow bed with a soft mattress, but kept tied up, and at night, in addition, chained to the wall near which this bed stood.
Every morning, the maids stripped the girl naked, handcuffed her hands behind her back, put shackles on her legs, plugged her mouth with a small ball-shaped gag, took her to the toilet, and then washed her in the shower, not missing the opportunity to play with her swollen and very sensitive from constant stimulation by the girl's nipples.
Having finished the water procedures, the slave was taken to a small room and, tied to a large chair with a high back and a gag removed from her mouth, was spoon-fed like a child. The food was not bad, but without unnecessary culinary fancy. After the morning meal, the maidservants forced their ward to thoroughly rinse her mouth with some pleasant-tasting liquid and shut it again until the next meal.
Ilana tried several times to talk to the servants, but all attempts to establish contact were in vain. The girls just narrowed their eyes without saying a word.
Having completed the morning ritual, the captive was taken back to the bedroom, where she was dressed and prepared for the coming day. Having removed the chains from her legs, the maids sat Ilana down on the bed and pulled on tights in the form of a fine mesh with a cutout between her legs. Next came narrow swimming trunks made of black latex with plugs sewn into the bridge for the anus and vagina. And finally, the maids put tight boots on their feet, similar to those worn by riders, with the only difference being that these boots had high stiletto heels. And to top it off, Ilana was put on shackles with a thin but strong chain that allowed her to take short steps.
When the lower part of the wardrobe was finished, the slave's handcuffs were removed. Putting their hands behind their backs and folding them so that their fists in tight leather bags rested on the inner bend of their elbows, the maids pulled them together with a thin leather sleeve and laced them tightly, after which the slave could not escape from these bonds.
The dress in which Ilana was dressed was already different: a narrow, floor-length skirt without folds or slits and a tight-fitting corset, instead of sleeves there was a narrow pocket in which tied hands were placed, a high collar. The maids had to put such tight clothes on their charges through their legs.
After this, a tight helmet was put on the head, after first removing the gag from the mouth. Ilana's once long and thick hair was cut short to avoid problems with the slave helmet. A wide leather collar with a shiny metal ring tightly wrapped around the throat, but did not choke.
The girls gently but persistently inserted a pear-shaped gag into the mouth, attached at the narrow end to a wide leather pad, and fastened the straps around the neck. And at the very end of such vestment, Ilana was put on a long white apron made of thick fabric with a wide bib and tied tightly at the waist. At the slightest movement, the tight-fitting bib began to rub against the girl’s breasts, through the thin fabric of the dress stimulating the nipples, which had already become sensitive to any touch.
The slave was ready! Having fastened a short leather leash to the ring on her collar, the maids led her to the “throne room” to Mistress Marianna, who decided when and what her slave would do.
In the first days, the girl tried to resist, to protest against such humiliation, then she was put in the already familiar wheelchair, tightly tied to it and rolled before the clear eyes of the Mistress. There the girl was tied to a pole, deprived of any ability to move.
Apparently, the quiet moaning and tears greatly excited the Mistress. Approaching the crying and moaning slave, she gently stroked her head and shoulders, put her hand under the bib of her apron, slightly squeezing the itchy cups of her swollen breasts, and whispered words from which Ilana began to sob and struggle uncontrollably, causing herself unbearable pain and suffering.
- Why does such a beautiful girl need freedom? – Marianne whispered, “There, every day you have to fight for your existence in this cruel world.” And here I will take care of you, caress you and undead. You will soon forget your boy, who will not be able to give you anything in this life except a bunch of children, from whom he will very soon run away.
Marianna spoke, and tears flowed like a river from the eyes of the unfortunate slave, but this only pleased and excited the Mistress.
After about a week, although Ilana couldn’t say with certainty because she lost track of time, she gradually calmed down, stopped crying and resisting. Marianne was even upset when she noticed changes in the slave’s behavior. After waiting a couple more days and realizing that her new captive had accepted her fate, she brought new clothes and shoes, apparently from one of her “fashionable” boutiques, the profile of which could easily be guessed, and declared that “her sweet girl “Now she will go for walks in the courtyard, where no one will bother her to breathe fresh air.
Now, after breakfast, the maids, showing Ilana to the Mistress, took her for a walk in this courtyard, bounded on all four sides by the walls of the house. A triangular roof was placed over the platform, which rested on four pillars and resembled a small gazebo.
In the middle of this walking area there was another pillar, next to which there was a bench, on which Ilana sometimes sat to rest her feet, tired from high heels. Sitting on this bench, listening to the singing birds and the sound of the wind, tears again clouded her eyes and choked her, no matter how hard the girl tried to hold them back. After all, there, behind the walls of this damned house, life was seething: children played, lovers met and parted, friends and acquaintances went to visit.
- How many people like me have already been to this prison? – Ilana once thought, “And where did they go after that?” Are they really all dead? What if this witch, having had plenty of fun with yet another living toy, then sold the unfortunate thing to some old pervert or, even worse, sent it as a gift to a rich sheikh somewhere in Africa!
From these thoughts, goosebumps began to crawl across the skin, the whole body shuddered in horror, and Ilana burst into bitter, helpless tears, burying her forehead in the pillar.
The creaking of the door opening announced the end of the walk. The girls grabbed the captive by the arms, without even fastening the leash, and dragged her to the throne room, where the Mistress was already waiting for her favorite toy.
Ilana was put on her knees, and she obediently sucked, drenched in sperm and tears, to the moans of the hermphroditic and the jubilation of the Mistress. This happened every day. After dinner, the slave was taken to the room and laid on the bed, mercifully allowed to rest, so that in the evening she could be subjected to some more sophisticated torture.
But one day, after the obligatory water procedures, the traditional breakfast and dressing of the maid, having brought the slave to the Mistress, for some reason they left. Marianne sat on her throne, wearing the same clothes she had worn when they first met. Ilana noticed that the hermaphrodite girls who always stood behind the throne had disappeared somewhere.
The lady looked at her “girl” and smiled somehow strangely. Gradually leaving her place, she walked around Ilana on all sides, and, gently hugging her shoulder, solemnly announced:
- Today I will bring you a girlfriend. I think you'll like it.
The slave looked at Marianna with fear and lowed quietly. The hostess, smiling, kissed Ilana on the forehead, adjusted the cover that was squeezing her mouth, and continued:
“I’ve been tracking this doll for several days, and now it’s time to invite her to stay with us.” True, she doesn’t know how to do anything yet, she doesn’t know anything, but looking at you, I think she’ll quickly understand what’s required of her. And you two will have more fun. I'm right?
Ilana lowered her head. The mistress clapped her hands, summoning the maids, and sharply ordered:
- Take her to the room. There will be no walk today. Mainly cloudy. Put her to bed. Let him sit at home.
Without saying a word, the maids took the slave to her room. Entering there, Ilana was surprised to see a second bed, apparently prepared for the new girl. The girls silently laid the slave on their bed, deftly unfastened the chain that bound her legs, and quickly tied them in several places with thin belts, after which they pulled on the leather bag and tightened the lace on the ankles. They then attached a chain screwed into the wall to the collar. They fastened the same chain to her legs, depriving the captive of the opportunity to curl up or lower her legs to the floor.
Having assessed their work, the maids quickly left the room, locking the door.
“It’s not enough for this bitch,” Ilana thought bitterly, “Who else will she bring to her house, who will she mock? Or have I already become boring to her?
This thought sent a chill down my spine. Ilana suddenly remembered that in the morning she had not seen those two girls with penises, who usually stood behind the throne from morning to evening, even when Marianna herself was not at home.
- What did she come up with this time? – the girl could not calm down, but could not find an answer.
It was really cloudy outside. Drops of rain appeared on the glass of a small window located at the end of the room, the sky darkened, but the room was still warm, and Ilana, turning on her side, buried herself in a small pillow, closed her eyes and soon fell into a heavy sleep.
The noise of the door suddenly opening made the slave flinch. Raising her head sharply, Ilana felt the collar squeezing her throat, and she hurried to lie down again. The Mistress stood in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe. Her eyes sparkled angrily, her hands trembled a little, nervously fiddling with the silk scarf hanging around her neck.
“It seems madam is in trouble,” Ilana thought maliciously.
- Do not look at me so! – Marianne growled, “It’s okay.” Don't be happy! We just had to tinker with our new guest.
The mistress sat down on the edge of the bed, as if lying there was not a slave, but a good old friend with whom she suddenly wanted to gossip. Her hand slid under the bib, her fingers, groping the girl’s swollen breasts, began to caress it, causing Ilana to moan and moan. Marianne kneaded the girl’s full, elastic breasts more and more insistently and energetically, her breathing became intermittent and frequent, her eyes rolled back, and a long, drawn-out, muffled groan suddenly escaped from her chest.
The hostess bent back, tore her T-shirt with one jerk and, grabbing her huge, slightly saggy breasts with dark circles around her huge nipples, the size of large beans, squeezed them forcefully with both hands.
Ilana looked at the Mistress with all her eyes, not understanding that she could be so inflamed. After all, Marianne often caressed her breasts, climbed under her tight swimming trunks, stroked her round buttocks, but always remained calm. And here…
The mistress looked at her slave with a hazy look and said in a choked voice:
-Today you will sleep with me. You will be prepared. In the meantime, you can suck my beauties.
Then she abruptly got out of bed and, picking up a torn T-shirt from the floor, quickly left the room.
Throughout the afternoon, Ilana sucked off the hermaphrodites one at a time until multi-colored circles flashed before her eyes and she hung on the “T”-shaped support. Only then did the Lady order the maids to pull her aside and wash her. Sitting on her throne, she smiled carnivorously, watching how the slave, exhausted to the limit, was placed in a wheelchair, how they wiped her face, covered in sticky and stinking sperm, and how they stuffed a huge pear-shaped gag into her mouth.
The maids were about to take the exhausted girl to her room, but Marianne stopped them, ordering her to tie the slave to a pole.
- Let it stand until dinner! – she barked, examining the girl pulled to a thick pole. “And you’re dragging this brand new bitch here!” Just be careful! She's too lively. No matter how she escapes.
The girls hastily left, and the Lady, sitting down on her beloved throne, stared with an unblinking gaze at Ilana, who could hardly stand on her feet.
The appearance of the “new guest” was delayed for unknown reasons, and Marianne was already starting to get nervous. She either jumped up sharply and walked around the huge room with long strides, then sat down again in her favorite place, drumming her fingers on the armrests, so that after sitting for a few moments, she would jump to her feet again.
Although such outbursts of anger happened very rarely, from her bitter experience Ilana knew very well that the Mistress’s actions could be the most unpredictable. Curling into a ball with fear, she watched the Mistress through the narrow slits of the slave helmet, which squeezed her still pretty face.
Several more minutes passed, but the maids did not appear. Marianne began to be tormented by outright rage. With a nervous step, she approached the slave, checked the strength of the straps and the reliability of the gag, tightening the strap on her neck even more tightly, and at that moment the wide door swung open.
The girls apparently had to sweat a lot. This was noticeable in their disheveled manes and flushed faces. One of the maids, the one who was slightly taller than her partner, had a thick bloody streak on her cheek.
The servants slowly pushed in front of them a wheelchair that Ilana already knew, on which the new slave sat, squirming and moaning as best she could. She was dressed in a black latex jumpsuit that tightly fitted her slender body in the form of a bag, tightly clasping her legs, with a high collar. An additional leather bag was pulled over the feet and tied at the ankles. Her hands, just like Ilana’s, were folded behind her back “palm to elbow” and were placed in the back pocket of this peculiar dress. A slave helmet was pulled over her head and tucked into a collar, intercepted by a wide collar with a large metal ring at the back, connected by a carbine to the top of the back of the chair on which she sat. The mouth was gagged and covered with the same thick, wide leather pad as Ilana’s. And finally, the girl was dressed in the same long white apron with a wide bib that cupped her large round breasts, which stood out seductively against her latex-clad body. Legs and arms were tightly strapped to the chair.
Marianne came close to her new slave and, leaning towards her, muttered quietly:
- You are starting another life, and I don’t care whether you like it or not. Now you are my thing. A toy just like her and them!
The lady nodded her head at Ilana and the hermaphrodite girls. The new slave thrashed even more and moaned. Marianne stroked her head and added quietly:
- In a few days you will calm down. In the meantime, they will take you to your room, tie you tightly to the bed, and you will rest until tomorrow. And before going to bed, I’ll look at you again. I have a surprise for you.
The maids turned the chair around and rolled the captive, still struggling in powerless hysterics, out of the throne room.
“She’ll calm down, she’ll be a good girl,” Marianna said, as if calming herself, following them with her gaze.
After dinner, the maids took Ilana away to prepare for her night with the Mistress. Entering the room, she saw her new neighbor on the next bed, who was literally swaddled in canvas and tied to the bed frame with several belts so that she could only shake her head a little, on which a small leather bag with small holes for breathing was put on over the servant's helmet. The new captive quietly moaned and sobbed, unable to move.
“Poor unfortunate naive girl,” thought Ilana, “What kind of bait did you fall for?” What did this bitch tell you to lure you into her lair?
Tears began to well up in her eyes, although she tried her best to hold them back.
Meanwhile, the maids got to work. Having stripped Ilana naked and tied her hands behind her back with a thin belt and gagged her with a ball gag, they began to examine her from all sides. Nodding to their friend, they grabbed the girl by the arms and took her to the bathroom. Ilana was washed here every day, morning and evening, but for the first time here she saw an object that looked like a gynecological chair with leg holders sticking out at the edges.
The girls deftly sat her down and fixed her legs, inserting them into metal brackets in the shape of a crescent and tying them with belts. Then they raised the brackets, and her legs were higher than her head. To prevent the slave from closing her legs, a long metal spacer was inserted into her and secured just above her knees. One of the servants quickly mixed some kind of foamy liquid in a cup and began to soap her pubis and labia, covered with small soft fluff.
Ilana herself did this many times, especially in the summer, when she went to the beach, wearing an open bikini, but she did not shave off her hair completely, leaving a neat bang above her genital crack. As she herself told her friends: “This bang may be an illusion, but with it I feel protected.”
And now, apparently, the maids decided to shave everything off without a trace. But none of them picked up a razor. A minute later, Ilana felt a slight burning and itching. The girls stood with stone faces. The itching began to intensify, causing the girl to fidget in her chair, but this did not make any impression on the maids, no matter how hard she tried.
About ten minutes later, one of the girls picked up a long hose and began to slowly wash off the foam, which by that time had thickened and turned a little grey. Ilana noticed that along with the foam, the hair between her legs began to disappear, leaving the skin completely clean and smooth.
Having carefully assessed the work, the girls finally removed the girl from the chair and secured shackles with a small thin chain to her ankles. Having thoroughly washed the slave, they dried her with a large fluffy towel, put on a collar and thin cloth slippers and, like a dog, led her to the Mistress’s chambers.
Marianne's bedroom was located in the opposite wing of the house, and she had to get there by winding through a labyrinth of narrow corridors. But the maids knew the road perfectly and walked confidently. Ilana obediently followed the Adalisks, slowly examining the premises, but due to the low lighting, all the walls seemed gray.
After a couple more turns, they reached a wide double door, and one of the maids knocked lightly on it. There was no answer, and then she opened one of the doors and walked inside the room. The second girl remained outside with Ilana, holding the leash in her hand. They had to wait no more than a minute, and Ilana was led into a huge bedroom, richly decorated with carpets and tapestries.
The girls unfastened the leash and left, closing the door tightly, and Ilana remained standing at the entrance. The mistress had not yet appeared, and the slave began to examine her personal chambers with interest.
The room, indeed, was huge, but almost completely without furniture, not counting a wide low bed under a wide canopy, a small dressing table in the corner and a couple of small things. The floor was covered with rich carpets, obviously handmade. Walking on them barefoot was a sheer pleasure, drowning in the pile.
Suddenly, in the depths of the room, a narrow panel slid aside, and Marianna appeared in the resulting opening in a transparent, almost airy peignoir that did not cover even half of her thigh and was held up at her waist, which was beginning to gain fat, with a narrow belt. The mistress slowly walked around the room with her bare feet, measured the slave with an appraising gaze and lay down across the bed. Ilana continued to stand at the entrance, not knowing what to do.
“Come to me,” Marianne ordered in a low, guttural voice.
The girl took several small hesitant steps towards the bed and stopped.
- Come on! – Marianna’s voice became sharper, “Come to me!”
Ilana, lowering her head, slowly walked towards the bed. Marianna, like a panther, rushed at her, crushed her under her and convulsively began to knead her breasts, buttocks, and put her hand in her crotch. She squeezed the girl like a plush toy, digging her fingers into the aching cups of her breasts, leaving red smeared stains from her painted lips on the delicate velvety skin.
Having played enough, Marianna blissfully stretched out on the pillows, spreading her arms to the sides and breathing heavily. The peignoir opened, revealing the woman’s still strong, elastic body, which was also beautifully well-groomed. Ilana lay quietly on the edge of the bed, legs tucked to her chest. Her whole body ached from the passionate caresses of the Mistress.
“Come to me,” Marianne ordered in a low voice, lightly kicking her in the side, “Caress me.”
Ilana crawled with difficulty to the pillows and immediately found herself in the arms of the Mistress, who clasped her shoulders.
“I’ll take out the gag, but you shouldn’t say anything,” she warned the slave, “Otherwise I’ll gag you again.” Understood?
Ilana nodded obediently with her tousled head. Marianne carefully unfastened the buckle around her neck and slowly took the ball out of her captive's mouth and wiped her saliva-smeared mouth with a soft napkin.
“Suck my tits,” she moaned pitifully, pressing Ilana’s face to her huge breasts, “Please your Mistress!”
Ilana squeezed the elastic nipple with her lips and began to suck it, licking it with her tongue. Marianna began to moan quietly, slowly turning her head from side to side, and stroking the girl’s shorn head, then pressing it to her chest, then letting go.
- More! More! – she moaned, tensing her whole body, “Suck!” Suck it!
The girl's tongue fluttered around the nipple like a moth, increasing circles, and the Mistress moaned more and more. Suddenly Marianne turned over abruptly, and the slave’s head was between her legs.
- Now suck it there! – the Mistress ordered in a voice similar to the howl of a wild animal.
Ilana found her clitoris with her lips and sucked the elastic ball into her mouth. Marianna howled loudly, bending over with her whole body, and, grabbing the girl’s head with both hands, pressed it even harder to her lower abdomen, spreading her legs apart.
“Put your tongue in the hole,” the Mistress moaned again.
The girl plunged her tongue into the wet bosom of her Mistress and began to lick it. Her nipples became swollen, and a pleasant warmth spread throughout her body. The vagina became wet, and she suddenly felt a sweet languor.
Ilana suddenly clearly remembered her first sexual intercourse with her boyfriend. But now there was something different, different from those first sensations, more powerful and sensual.
The mistress burst into a prolonged groan, jerked sharply and went limp, breathing deeply. Her entire body quickly became covered with large drops of sweat. Pulling the slave towards her, Marianna hugged her shoulders again and passionately kissed her lips, wet from her own liquid. Then she slowly began to kiss her nose, chin, cheeks, eyes.
Ilana lay quietly on the Mistress’s shoulder, momentarily forgetting about her position. She was brought back to reality by the ball gag that Marianne deftly inserted into her mouth. Tightening the strap and fastening the buckle around her neck, she pulled the slave to the floor and made her kneel in front of the bed.
“I’ll be right back,” she warned and disappeared behind a small screen in the back of the room.
Ilana was on her knees with her hands tied and her mouth gagged, but she no longer seemed to notice. She was still under the power of pleasant sensations.
Marianna returned a couple of minutes later, holding in her hand a long white plastic penis, which was one and a half times thicker than those plugs that were shoved into her every day. There were straps attached to this monster, the purpose of which Ilana understood only when the Mistress attached them to the penis under her stomach.
Laying the girl face down on the bed, the Mistress said quietly:
- Now I’ll be a boy for a little while.
A thick, slippery stake parted the slave’s labia and slid inside, filling the entire womb, rested against the vaginal wall and froze for a moment. Marianne firmly grasped her lover's buttocks with her hands and began to move slowly, forcing the penis to dive into the now wet vagina. Ilana again felt a pleasant warmth and began to moan quietly, spontaneously moving towards this monster. The Mistress's movements began to become more frequent, and the slave began to wave more energetically, catching the penis and releasing it. Suddenly her whole body shuddered and shook, a long groan escaped from her chest, and the girl crawled powerlessly across the bed.
- Liked? – Marianne slowly took out her penis and slapped it a couple of times on the arch of her slave’s buttocks, “And now we’ll check your ass.”
Ilana perked up and shook her head, moaning desperately, but the huge penis was already furiously spreading her anus, breaking deep into the rectum. The mistress “pumped up” her victim, not paying attention to the loud moans of the slave.
Having driven the penis in several more times, Marianna took pity and slowly pulled out the stake from the slave’s anus, which had turned red. Sitting down next to her on the carpet, she hugged Ilana again and wiped away her tears.
She pulled the cord hanging next to the bed, and her maids entered the room.
“Bring us something cool,” Marianne ordered in a meowing voice.
The girls disappeared and a minute later returned with a large silver tray, on which were placed crystal vases with fruit, jugs with some kind of greenish liquid and two tall narrow glasses made of dark red glass. One of the maids pulled a low table inlaid with blackened silver toward the bed and helped her companion place a tray on it.
“Free,” the lady lazily waved her hand.
The maids, smiling mysteriously, left the room, dimmed the light, apparently with a rheostat built into the switch, and tightly closed the door wings. The room plunged into light twilight.
Ilana was still kneeling next to the bed with her legs spread. Marianne disappeared behind the screen again, but very soon reappeared, holding in her hands a small leather bag and another artificial penis, but without attachments. Carelessly throwing what she had brought onto the bed, she lay down imposingly on the pillows and ordered the slave to lie down next to her.
The hostess selected a red apple from the vase and, cutting it into small slices, placed it on a small plate. Taking the gag out of her slave's mouth, she began to slowly put juicy pieces into her mouth, giving the slave time to chew, and brought a glass filled with liquid to her lips. For the first time in her entire captivity, Ilana ate an apple and washed it down with a delicious drink that she had never tasted in her life. Marianne, like a caring mother, carefully wiped the droplets from her mouth, while quietly whispering:
- Only with me will you be happy, only I can take care of you.
- If only she would be silent now! – the girl thought, “I’m tired of my sermons!”
Having finished the meal, which lasted about an hour, Marianna picked up the leather bag with her needle-thin little finger and, undoing the lace, shook its contents onto the bed, while looking sideways at Ilana. Several thin straps and a leather pad with a pear-shaped gag fell out of the bag.
“Open your mouth, girl,” the Mistress said tenderly, “I’ll shut it for you.”
The pear-shaped plug easily slipped into the slave's mouth, filling its entire cavity and pressing against her tongue. Marianne slowly tightened and secured the clasp. Ilana hummed softly and shook her head.
- Oh well! Do not be fancy! – the Mistress still said affectionately, “You are a slave, and your mouth should be shut up.”
Having removed the shackles from the girl’s legs, Marianne threw a thin belt around her ankles and, wrapping her legs a couple of times, fastened it. Then she tied her legs under the knees.
- Now we’ll attach this! – she took the long, pimply penis in her hands.
Carefully spreading her labia, the Mistress buried the penis a couple of centimeters in the vagina and tied Ilana’s hips with a wide belt with a loop into which she had previously inserted a dummy. After looking at the slave, she pulled the bag over her legs and tied the lace around her ankles.
Laying the slave on her stomach, Marianne, checking the strength of the belt on her wrists, tightened another thin belt above her elbows. And finally, she fastened a thin chain to the collar. Its other end was secured to the headboard of the bed.
Laying the girl on her side, facing her, Marianna stroked her leg and pressed a small button protruding from the penis, which immediately began to quietly chirp and vibrate finely, irritating the slave’s womb, causing Ilana to arch, quietly moan and groan pitifully.
Marianne covered her captive with a soft fluffy blanket and, kissing her forehead, closed her eyes and soon fell asleep, not paying attention to the quiet moans emitted by the slave, excited by the vibrator inserted into her.
Ilana had been “staying” in the Mistress’s personal chambers for the third day already. In the morning, Marianna, having almost completely untied the slave, leaving only her hands tied, led her into the shower, where the two of them washed themselves, caressing each other. Then we had breakfast. The mistress, just like her maids, spoon-fed her prisoner, only the food was more refined.
After breakfast and the obligatory rinsing of her mouth, the Mistress put small leather slippers on Ilana’s feet, shackled her with light bracelets with a thin chain and, gagging her with a ball-shaped gag, took her to a spacious covered gallery located in the same wing, only on the floor above. Here the slave could stay until lunch.
This walking room was huge and bright. Four high windows faced the sunny side, and the room was literally filled with light in the morning. In the very center of the room there was a huge pole with a huge ring screwed in at the height of an average person, to which a thin long chain was attached with a massive carabiner, the other end of which Marianne secured to the girl’s collar.
This chain was so long that it allowed Ilana to go to the farthest corner of the room, not to mention the window. The girl stood for a long time in front of the slightly darkened glass, looking at the huge yard in front of the house, at the lawns with lush green, short-cut grass. She really wanted to lie on such a mat, exposing her young, strong body to the sun. But the clanking of the chain immediately returned the slave to the world of terrible reality, and again tears clouded her eyes with a cloudy salty veil.
Marianne appeared in her apartment just before dinner. Usually she was friendly and affectionate, but more and more often irritability and dissatisfaction were visible on the Mistress’s face. But we must pay tribute to this pervert: for all the time that Ilana was in her power, Marianne never hit her. This was perhaps the only positive side.
After a light lunch, the Mistress took Ilana to the bedroom, where she indulged in love games with her, after which, having tied the slave again, Marianna slept for an hour and a half, thereby giving her mistress to rest and calm down. The vibrator was put on recharge and waited for the evening, or rather, the night, when, having tumbled to its heart’s content, the Mistress pushed it into the slave’s heated womb and fell asleep, exhausted by a series of violent orgasms until the morning, in order to repeat everything from the beginning.
But on this day the Mistress appeared in the exercise room earlier than usual. Ilana stood at the window and watched with interest a squirrel, sitting on a dry branch of a huge, spreading spruce, and diligently gnawing on a huge cone, grabbing it with its front paws.
The nervous click of the Mistress's heels made the girl turn around. Marianne approached the slave and, leaning her elbows on the partition between the windows, began sharply:
- Business forces me to leave for a couple of days, so you will return to your room. My maids will take you there after lunch.
Ilana lowered her head. The mistress unfastened the long chain and, hooking a short leather leash on the collar, led the slave into the room where they usually dined. The slave dutifully trotted after her Mistress, turning over in her head the possible reasons for Marianne’s hasty departure. Of course, she did not gain more freedom by getting into the Mistress’s chambers and becoming her mistress, but, nevertheless, it was better than the position in which she was before.
Lunch passed quickly, as if Marianne was trying to finish the meal as quickly as possible. At a signal from the Mistress, the maids appeared, pushing a wheelchair in front of them, on the seat of which was a black package.
The mistress, ordering the girls to wait outside the door, said:
- I'll dress you myself. This will be our goodbye.
She placed Ilana in the gurney, casually threw a package onto her lap, which turned out to be a small leather bag filled with objects whose purpose the slave had no doubt about, and they proceeded to the bedroom. The girl saw a bulky travel bag in the corner near the door. Marianna was getting ready to leave somewhere.
“Lie down on the bed,” the Mistress ordered nervously, “I don’t have much time.”
Ilana obediently lay down on her side.
- Face down on your stomach! – the Mistress shouted, “And don’t twitch!”
Having shaken out its contents from the bag, Marianne, sitting astride the slave, untied her hands and immediately folded them behind her back in the palm-to-elbow position and put on a leather sleeve. Having tightened the lacing a little, she pulled narrow leather bags over the slave’s hands, causing her fingers to clench into fists, and only after that she laced the sleeve tightly and secured the ends of the lace to her wrists, wrapping them several times.
Ilana tried to move her arms, but the sleeve tightly tied them, making it impossible to free herself. Marianna, meanwhile, had taken off the girl’s leather slippers and bracelets with a chain and was pulling on mesh tights with a cutout between her legs.
“Stand up,” she ordered briefly.
When the slave, fidgeting, got out of bed, the Mistress pulled on the tights with deft movements, removing folds and wrinkles. After that, she took the tight swimming trunks in her hands and, turning them inside out, began to smear the sewn-in plugs with some kind of ointment.
Thick plastic plugs easily entered their places, spreading the muscles of the vagina and anus. Marianne ran her hand between the girl’s legs, as if checking whether they were sitting well, and ordered her to sit on the bed.
When Ilana sat down, the Mistress tied her legs at the ankles with a wide elastic bandage, then tightened her knees and thighs. The slave could now move neither her legs nor her arms.
This activity gave Marianne pleasure, and she worked slowly and carefully, despite the fact that she had little time. Having finished with the legs, the Mistress pulled a narrow long bag of black shiny latex onto the girl, tightly encircling the slave’s entire body. When the Mistress zipped up, the elastic balls of her breasts were invitingly outlined by the material that clasped them, the nipples were outlined by small black tubercles. Ilana felt how a tight bag tightly hugged her body, without making it difficult to breathe due to its elasticity. Marianne ran her hand over her swollen breasts and smiled with satisfaction, after which she pulled a small leather bag over her legs, tightening the laces at her ankles.
“Sit quietly,” came a new order.
Marianne took out a ball-shaped gag and pulled a slave helmet-mask over the slave’s head, which immediately tightly clasped and squeezed the girl’s face, pulling her chin so that she could not fully open her mouth.
Having tucked the helmet into the high collar of the bag, Marianne zipped it all the way and put a wide thick leather collar around her neck. Through narrow eye slits, Ilana watched as her tormentor persistently searched for something on the bed.
Finally, the Mistress picked up a wide leather pad with a pear-shaped gag sewn to it.
“Open your mouth,” she said insistently.
With her thin long fingers, Marianne began to push the soft gag into the girl’s mouth, after squeezing it in her hand. The “pear” slipped relatively easily between the teeth and immediately straightened out, pressing the tongue to the palate, and filled the entire oral cavity, resting against the cheeks squeezed by the helmet. Pressing the pad to her lips, the Mistress threw the strap over her head. Then, pulling up the side straps, she fastened the entire structure around her neck. Ilana felt the pad tightly grip the lower part of her face, pressing against her lips.
- Get up! – Marianne pulled her captive to her feet.
When the Mistress took the white apron in her hands, Ilana moaned pitifully, but the Mistress did not even blink an eye. A thick breastplate grabbed the slave's protruding breasts, and the nipples began to itch. Marianne tied her apron tightly around her waist and straightened her skirts.
“That’s all, it seems,” she said, smiling contentedly, looking at Ilana from all sides.
The mistress clapped her hands, and the maids appeared at the door. They grabbed the girl and sat her in a chair, fastened her collar to it and pulled her legs tightly.
“I have prepared a surprise for you,” Marianna said, leaning towards the slave. “The ointment that I applied to your plugs will soon begin to work, and you will get a lot of pleasure from it.”
Kissing the pitifully moaning girl on the forehead, she waved her hand, and the girls rolled the chair out of the room. The fairy tale is over.
The room was dark and quiet. Heavy curtains tightly covered the window, blocking out light. Thick stone walls lined with soundproofing material muffled any rustle. Apparently, according to the plan of the Mistress of this strange and scary house in all respects, the room should have completely corresponded to the cell of the darkest prison that humanity could come up with.
Ilana lay on her bed, unable to move. Marianne really generously “gifted” her slave. The girl couldn’t even imagine what kind of surprise this busty blonde had in store for her.
The ointment began to do its job after about fifteen minutes, exhausting the captive, causing itching and a slight burning sensation in the perineum, which seemed to penetrate to the farthest corners of her tortured body. Unable to lie still, Ilana fidgeted and turned over from side to side, causing the tight breastplate to stimulate the enlarged nipples of her swollen breasts, causing additional torment.
“Maybe some active person would like such numbers,” the slave thought to herself, “But she, probably, would also be tired of experiencing this for days without a break.”
The itching gradually subsided, and Ilana was able to sigh with relief and look around. During those three days while she was “staying” in the Mistress’s bedroom, small changes took place in her cell. The girl was surprised to notice that the two small narrow beds that had stood here before had disappeared, and in their place there was one wide, massive bed with high wooden headboards and sides along the edges that prevented them from sliding onto the floor. This bed stood in the middle of the room, and you could approach it from any side. Why this strange innovation was introduced, Ilana was able to understand only when, throwing open the door, the maids wheeled in a gurney with an exhausted partner, sitting motionless on her half side and moaning quietly.
- What did they do to her? – the slave was surprised, watching how the girls, grabbing the new captive across the body, like a sack of potatoes, plopped down on the bed next to Ilana.
Only now the girl noticed that the Mistress’s servants were dressed completely differently than before. Instead of short skirts and leather belts, they wore leather trousers and vests, most likely worn naked. There were no chains on the hands either, nor, for that matter, gloves. Their open, strong, muscular arms, like those of athletes, amazed Ilana.
The girls, grinning maliciously, looked around the room and quickly left, locking the door. The neighbor did not move, but only quietly mumbled and sobbed. Ilana suddenly felt painfully sorry for this unfortunate girl. She wanted to calm her down, but the gag in her mouth only allowed her to let out a long, quiet grunt.
The girl became quiet and with difficulty turned on her other side, finding herself face to face with her neighbor. Having stopped crying, she looked at Ilana through the narrow cracks of the slave helmet and suddenly began to struggle, like a fish thrown onto the ice by a successful fisherman. Desperately kicking her legs and twitching her whole body, she began to moan loudly, but very soon she became exhausted and became silent. Only quiet sobs broke the silence of the room.
Tossing and turning awkwardly, Ilana raised her head and leaned over her neighbor. She suddenly wanted to kiss her on the lips. The girl pressed the leather pad that covered her mouth against exactly the same one, and was surprised to feel her lips. She began to lightly move hers over them, quietly humming and sniffling. The partner had calmed down and was now lying there, squinting contentedly. This game brought her joy. Ilana caressed her more and more insistently. Without noticing it, she was already “kissing” the girl’s chin, neck, and shoulders. Imperceptibly she crawled onto her chest and suddenly heard a quiet moan from her neighbor, who shuddered from the touch of her excited body.
Ilana pulled back, looking at her partner in fear, but she looked at her with such pleading in her eyes that the slave, without hesitation, continued the game with even greater passion.
Ilana tried to give her involuntary mistress as much pleasure as possible, but she herself felt that she was “flowing.” The crotch was moistened with the juices secreted by her own body. With every movement, a squelch began in the lower abdomen, the breasts tensed and ached. But it was a completely different feeling, pleasant and sweet.
The whole body was shaken by a spasm, forcing the young slave to moan quietly. The nostrils widened, the eyes rolled back, and for the first time during her stay in this captivity, Ilana experienced a strong orgasm that deprived her of strength.
The slave slid off her partner and fell silent, closing her eyes. She lay quietly on her side and smiled, but no one could see this happy smile. The slave helmet and plate covered her entire face. Only the eyes shone with some completely different look.
Both slaves clung to each other and soon fell into a deep sleep.
For three days, while their Mistress was away, the girls, left to their own devices, caressed and luxuriated, trying to give each other maximum pleasure.
The girls did not bother themselves with unnecessary worries, but performed only the most minimal range of duties. And the slaves, left alone, indulged in pleasures from which they experienced great pleasure.
But this idyll also came to an end. One afternoon, when, having “kissed,” the slaves lay carelessly on their huge bed, their bodies pressed together, the door swung open with a roar, and Marianne flew into the room, like an arrow shot from a bow. Standing in front of the bed and placing her hands on her hips, she silently examined her lovers for a couple of minutes, then muttered through her teeth:
- Are you having fun? Did you want boys? You will have boys!
Turning around on her high heels, the Mistress left the room, loudly slamming the door. Both slaves looked at each other in fear. The lady was so furious that any nasty thing could be expected from her. And these troubles were not long in coming.
The girls, who had already changed into their everyday clothes, wheeled in two gurneys, roughly shoved the captives into them and rolled them into the throne room. Marianne sat in her favorite place, nervously tapping the armrest with one hand or the other. Some kind of intricate structure was erected in the center of the hall.
The maids pulled the bags off the slaves, untied their legs and made them kneel facing each other. Between them they placed a low couch, similar to those usually found in a doctor's office.
Roughly bending both slaves, the girls laid them on this couch and secured them with a chain, hooking one end to the collar and the other to the ring screwed into the back of the couch.
Marianna untied one of the hermaphrodites from the post and placed her on her knees behind Ilana. Taking a small bag out of her pocket, she tore it open with her teeth and took out a condom sprinkled with talcum powder and deftly “rolled” it onto the tense member. The hermaphrodite let out a hoarse moan, and Ilana felt a huge, tight penis forcefully enter her vagina, stubbornly spreading her labia and penetrating into the very depths of her womb.
- Fuck! – the wild cry of the Mistress shook the room.
The hermaphrodite moved her lower abdomen convulsively, sniffling and moaning heavily. Her partner at this time was already positioned behind her neighbor Ilana.
It seems I overdid it,” Marianna whipped Ilana’s pale cheeks.
The second slave, stretched out on the sun lounger, breathed intermittently and tried to raise her head, but hours of sexual intercourse drained all her strength. The head did not want to stay on the neck, despite the fact that the maids had long unfastened the chain.
- Take her away! – the Mistress shouted, “Bring me to my senses and put me to bed.” She's had enough for today!
Marianne looked once again at the unconscious slave, and a viscous chill ran through her body. For the first time in her life she was afraid. No, she was not afraid of the dead man, not because she had killed a man. Marianne was afraid for herself. Remembering the simple truth “The secret becomes clear,” she was afraid of punishment.
She rushed around the huge room, clasping her head in her hands, and muttering to herself the same thing:
- What to do? What to do?
She was found by chance in a city dump on a pile of stinking rags, naked, wrapped in a dirty sheet with holes. The ambulance that arrived at the scene found an almost frozen, emaciated girl with many bruises and abrasions on her emaciated body. Signs of dehydration were clearly visible. The paramedic who examined the patient was surprised like a child:
- This is the first time I’ve seen such exhaustion! It was as if she had been in a concentration camp.
She could not speak, she could only silently move her cracked whitish lips.
She lay prone in a hospital bed for days on end, not saying a word. All attempts to ask her about what happened remained fruitless.
The investigator of the district prosecutor's office, studying the results of the examination, was at a loss, but could not come to definite conclusions. There was also no way to establish his identity. The girl was silent.
No one identified the photographs sent out, and there was no response from television either. It was as if this man had never existed at all.
The psychiatrist who observed the patient made a very vague conclusion about the patient’s state of mind and recommended placing her in a general regime psychiatric clinic, as she did not pose a threat to society, but needed long-term treatment. Perhaps someday her memory would return to her, although there was little hope for this.
A couple of months later, the prosecutor's office received a short letter from the mental hospital, in which it was reported that the patient brought to them had jumped out of an upper floor window and "received multiple injuries incompatible with life."
And half a year later, her identity was accidentally established. It was Ilana Voznesenskaya, who disappeared about a year ago under strange circumstances.
Nothing was known about the fate of the second girl, Marianna, as well as the other characters in this sad story. They disappeared as if they had never existed.
Velvet Goddess, New York, USA 2009
Vacuum Bed
The vacuum crib is one of the most interesting and terribly expensive bondage toys. Provides complete immobilization of the body. It is impossible to move in it. Upper guys, it will be very easy for you to make such a pleasure, and looking at Your baby, packed and motionless, is generally an unearthly pleasure. You can also touch and spank the “gift”. :)
I can tell you how to make it at home. Almost for nothing.
You will need:
1. Large plastic bag
2. Frame
3. Vacuum cleaner (preferably the quietest one and with a long hose so that it hums in the distance)
The most expensive part of the purchased set is the bag. But let's try to do it ourselves. We will need wide pieces of transparent polyethylene, which are usually used in construction to protect against harmful fumes and dust. The thickness of ideal polyethylene for a vacuum bed = 0.15mm. I don’t know how this is translated, but the name of such plastic in America is “6 mil poly”. If we managed to find the required plastic, which is already a great success, we cut it into pieces measuring 2.5 m by 2.5 m. It must be remembered that when folded in half, a tube 1.25 m long will have to fit inside this bag.
So, fold it in half. One side is automatically ready. Now you need to somehow solder the two sides, leaving only the input. We cover some hard fireproof surface with paper so that the plastic does not stick, and place our bag on top. Between the layers of plastic, 5 cm from the edge, place a long strip of paper. To ensure that the edge is even. If you want a thicker seam, accordingly, increase the distance from the edge, but remember the length of the inner tube. Cover with paper on top. We heat a dry iron (without steam) to a temperature of 150 to 200 degrees Celsius (usually this is the program for wool and cotton) and very carefully begin to melt the edges of our bag. We need to try not to go beyond the edges of the seam we need and iron only these extreme 5 cm. Polyethylene melts somewhere at 130 degrees.
Now fold the finished seam in half. Cover with paper again. We press down with smart books. And we repeat the procedure of melting the plastic, as a result of which we get a magnificent strong seam, 2.5 cm wide. Woo a la! The most valuable part is ready.
Now you need to do a fitting. Ask the bottom one to carefully crawl into the bag. Stepping back 45 centimeters from the edge, at the level of the mouth, make a neat hole into which to insert a breathing tube with a diameter of 3 centimeters.
The only trick to the frame is that the “input” side has a tube that extends slightly beyond the boundaries of the rectangle - for connecting a vacuum cleaner. So that holes are drilled on the inner (facing the center) side for, sorry, uniform suction. So that all links communicate. And, of course, there shouldn’t be anything spicy. The frame links are collapsible: 2 on the long sides and 1 on the short sides. It is absolutely forbidden to store them in our precious bag! Only in a separate container. Ideally, you want the diameter of the tube to match the size of the hose from the vacuum cleaner. This can be easily done by measuring the vacuum cleaner attachments.
Yes, one more moment. You can try the comfort of breathing by inserting the lower one inside the bag and simply pressing down or bending the “entrance edge.” If he breathes freely within a few minutes, then, remembering safety and reasonableness, you can begin.
If anyone is interested in the dimensions of the frame, write in a personal message, I’m too lazy to measure now.
Sliding leg brace.
1 option
You will need:
An extendable handle from a roller that builders use to paint walls. It is necessary that it is firmly fixed at the required distance.
2 bolts with rings on one side.
2 nuts.
Having extended the handle to its maximum length, cut off a piece from the tube of smaller diameter so that the visible length of the remaining tube is 47.5 cm.
Cut off a piece from the larger diameter tube so that the remaining length is 57.5 cm.
Sand the edges until smooth.
Drill holes on the outer sides, 2.5 cm from the edge of the tube.
Screw in the bolts with rings. Secure them on the reverse side with nuts.
If you want to make a fastener for the arms on the same spacer, then, accordingly, two more bolts are screwed in somewhere in the center.
You can make a simple flogger from sawed-off tubes. Waste-free production.)))))))
Option 2
You will need:
Hollow tube (length varies depending on your needs).
Long narrow belt.
Fold the belt in half and pass it through the tube to form a loop.
On the other side, simply fasten it, making a hole at the required distance.
This spacer works well on the arms, but is still better for the legs.
Clamps for nipples, tongue and genitals.
Option 1.
You will need:
Two Chinese chopsticks or thin and short skewers.
Round rubber bands.
Place the sticks together. So that they look in the opposite direction.
Screw the rubber bands on both sides. All...
Option 2. Only for nipples.
You will need:
A wooden flat stick with which doctors look into a patient’s throat.
2 wooden clothespins.
Glue.
Glue half of the clothespin with the clamping part facing outward to the stick on both sides.
For women with closely spaced nipples, you can do without a stick by simply gluing two clothespins together with the clips facing outward.
Option 3. Vise for tongue and male genitals.
You will need:
2 flat wooden or plastic sticks used to stir construction paint.
2 bolts 2.5 cm long for tongue or longer for CBT.
2 nuts with wings for tightening.
Cut the boards to the required size. Usually it is 12.5 - 15 cm. Sand it. Drill holes for the bolts, moving away from the edge. Screw in the bolts. Screw on the wing nuts on the reverse side. With their help, the vice will be tightened.
Option 4.
You will need:
Wooden mousetrap.
Remove the part that holds the bait from the mousetrap; a stick that holds the mousetrap open and a loop on which this stick is attached.
All that remains is a wooden base, a spring and a metal clip on it. It turns out to be a very good clamp. You can color it beautifully. The mice will be delighted!
Option 5.
You will need:
2 crocodile clips. They have sharp teeth. You can replace it with curtain clips, but they are shorter and will not be as convenient.
Electrical insulating tape.
Wrap the teeth with electrical tape to prevent them from being bitten.
You can connect a short rope or chain. And hang a load on it.
Or... attach another, longer one perpendicularly to the center of this chain, and attach a clothespin without teeth to it, you will get a clamp for the genitals. If you adjust the length of a longer chain (by inserting an ordinary paper clip, hairpin or pin into the links), you can ensure that the lower one cannot straighten.
Option 1. For nipples and genitals.
You will need:
Empty film box.
A piece of rope.
Small coins, nuts, washers, sinkers...
Make a hole in the lid, pass a rope through it, after tying a knot on one side. Fill the box with coins, nuts, and fishing weights. Whatever your imagination dictates.
Option 2. For legs.
You will need:
Small or medium sized ball. Don't take basketballs or soccer balls - it will be too heavy.
Chain of the required length and thickness.
Fast-hardening cement.
Cut a small round hole on the ball. Dilute the cement. Fill the ball. Dip several chain links into liquid cement. Wait until it hardens. And do sprint races.
Trick: If you want to end up with a round ball, pour some cement on the bottom and let it dry. Only then fill the remaining space. If you want to get a weight with a flat bottom, then pour cement straight to the top.
The chain must be long enough to allow the ball to roll along the ground.
You can make balls of different sizes. The smallest ones, for example, are good as CBT weights. Larger sizes - to hold them on outstretched arms, at right angles to the floor, while standing on peas, although simple dumbbells are good here. After a minute and a half, the bottom one is covered in sweat and begins to realize that he did something very wrong.
You will need:
A plastic toy ball with holes (from a toy store or pet store - this is a popular toy for cats). You can use a table tennis ball or a small rubber ball. If you decide to use a golf ball, you will have to drill holes in it.
2 laces or thin ropes.
Tie the laces to a ball with holes.
Use an awl to make through holes in a rubber ball or ping-pong ball through which to thread a string.
You will need:
Swimming goggles (sports).
Black paper, paint or black electrical tape.
Seal, paint over, cover up. I can not see anything. Verified.
Blindfold.
You will need:
A short towel, preferably linen, is dense but thin.
2 long shoelaces.
Tie the laces on both sides of the towel. (A scarf knot is usually uncomfortable to lie on, so this design is much more effective.)