Karyn and Kim

[aldorax]

To: [email protected] Date: Fri, 13 Oct 1995 16:09:50 UTC Subject: RPST: Karyn&Kim I F/f ds bd Lines: 447

This story is intended for adults only. There is no violence in it. The main character is coerced, but not forced, to do sexual things. It does contain lesbianism, dominance, leather, vibrators, coercion, very mild bondage, and orgasms. If there are further chapters, the S&M content may get a little hotter.

If you may be offended by these things, or are under the age of consent in your area, please move on.

If the muse strikes again, I will continue the story.

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Karyn and Kim Part One (ALL SUB-PARTS).

He handed Karyn a small black nylon bag and nodded his head toward the lavatory. She took the small zippered bag, unbuckled her seat belt, and made her way down the aisle. On her way she passed their stewardess, who eyed her up and down. Karyn watched as the stewardess' eyes made there way from her short-cropped white-blond hair, and her multi-pierced ears, passed her firm small breasts, to her tight short lycra mini and the almost impossibly high heels. Their eyes met. Karyn caught a glimmer in the Asian's eyes; Was it desire?

Karyn continued on to the bathroom, and in a few minutes she returned to her seat and passed the bag back to Thomas. He zipped the bag open slightly and peaked in, then zipped it closed and put it back into his carry-on.

There was only one other couple in the first class cabin, and if they noticed anything different with Karyn, if they had noticed any of what had gone on, they made no indication of it. They were too busy cuddling in their front row seats. But Kim, the stewardess, noticed. For one thing, there was an almost imperceptible difference in the cadence of her walk, for another, Karyn now wore a beeper on her hip.

Kim was a real beauty. See was about the same size as Karyn but her Asian features were in sharp contrast to Karyn's Nordic looks. Where Kayrn had close-cropped hair, Kim wore her long black hair in a girlish ponytail.

Kim was proud of her tight brown body, especially her firm small breasts and tight ass. She hated wearing underwear, though she needed to wear panties under her uniform skirt, both to ensure nobody got a free peek at her, and to make sure her wetness didn't mess up her skirt -- especially on flights like this when she often got very horny. Similarly, she needed to wear a bra while working because without it her often stiff nipples were plainly visible through her uniform's blouse.

Karyn got back in her seat and tightened the belt around her hips.

"Are you ready to begin?" he asked.

"Yes master," Karyn replied "I am ready."

He reached into his pocket and brought out his key ring. The fob looked like the remote control for a car alarm, only it had three buttons on it. He pressed the first button, and Karyn let her head fall back onto the soft leather of the seat. To the casual watcher, she seemed to just be relaxing in her seat. But to Kim she looked like she was on the receiving end of a very pleasurable experience.

Kim's curiosity had to be satiated. She rose from her jump seat and walked over to the couple in the first row. They had a short conversation, then Kim moved besides Karyn's seat.

"Is everything all right? Can I get you anything?"

"Tell her."

"My master and I are playing a game. I win if I can keep from cumming until we land. He wins if he makes me cum."

Kim's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. She thought there were some sexual hijinks going on, she even thought she could get off on inserting herself into their game. But she expected double entendres, or blushes and stammered explanations. She never expected an outright explanation. She was really suprized to find a dominance game being played.

Kim could feel the heat rising on her cheeks. At the same time she could feel her lips to swell, and just a hint of moisture begin to form. Her mind began to race. Should she bolt back to her seat, or should she see where things lead? She made up her mind, swallowed hard once, and threw herself into the game.

"What do you win?"

"Tell her."

"If I cum, I must submit myself to my master for the whole weekend. If I win, I may dominate for half of the weekend."

"And the other half?"

"The other half I must be a slave."

"Show her." Thomas broke in.

"Would you like to see what my master is doing to me?"

Kim didn't answer. She just turned on her heels and walked, nonchalantly she hoped, to the lavatory and entered. She didn't slide the bolt over. This did two things. First, it would allow Karyn to enter the bathroom with her. Second, it wouldn't illuminate the Occupied sign in the cabin. Hopefully, no one would remember Kim entering the bathroom, and when Karyn entered no one would be the wiser.

Kim had done this before, but never with another woman. She was the only flight attendant in first class, and the stewardesses in coach wouldn't need her all night. The other couple in first class didn't seem to need anything, and besides, she could hear their call button from where she was. She could take a little time to see what was going on. The thought of getting off with a beautiful babe both excited and scared her.

These long, almost empty, night trips sometimes lent themselves to trysts in the lavatory, and Kim had found herself waiting in dark empty stalls before, but for men, not women. She also hadn't got involved with a couple, or into a dominant/submissive scene before. Was she ready to give in to her secret fantasies?

The door opened and Karyn slipped in. She slid the bolt, lighting the small room and baring the door from interlopers.

"Sit and I'll show you."

Kim closed the lid on the toilette and shakily sat. Karyn, in smooth motions, slid out of her skirt and blouse. Instead of underwear, Karyn was wearing a slim leather harness. The beeper hadn't been clipped to her skirt, but the waist belt of the harness.

"When we got on, Master Thomas was carrying my harness in his bag and I was wearing lingerie. We do that so we won't have trouble getting through security. Once we get airborne, or sometimes in the waiting area, my master makes me put it on. Once we're ready we start."

"How does it work?"

"The waist belt is the main thing. There is an attached crotch strap that runs from it. The crotch strap has a slim anal plug and a fatter dildo attached to it. The first thing I do is put on the waist belt. Then I lube the plug and dildo, and insert them. What you can't see under the crotch piece is the clit stimulator. It's a little padded clip. I know that sounds like it would hurt, but it doesn't. It's too soft and doesn't bite. After that's on, I attach the crotch strap to the waist belt. The breast straps go over my shoulders and have clips like the ones on my clit, but they're for my nipples.

"This thing," she said as she motioned to the pager, " is a battery and control box. Wires run from it to the plug, dildo, and clips through the straps. Master Thomas controls the vibration level from the controller on his key chain."

"Wow," Kim said, "isn't it too much?"

"Oh no, right now its set on a slow hum, just enough to get me really horny and right now, the clit clip isn't vibrating at all, its just holding me. As the game goes on, Master Thomas can start it on a pre-programmed setting where the vibrations build to a more intense level. At the height of the program, the plug and dildo rotate -- it drives me wild. Even then, the clit clip lags behind a little. Too much vibration there and I'm going to cum no matter how hard I fight it. The final program is full speed. At that setting I can't last more than a few seconds without cumming. Master only uses that if he feels I deserve to be enslaved for the whole weekend no matter how the game would have come out."

"But that's cheating!"

"Oh no its not. He is master, I am slave. This game is an indulgence. If he wishes me enslaved all the time, he will have it."

Kim couldn't believe what she was hearing, or how horny it was getting her. She was so wet that her lips were practically swimming in her juices. She found that she was rocking back and forth on the toilette lid, slowly masturbating. She stopped with a start. She didn't want to ruin her skirt with her juices. She stood and felt her behind to see if it was too late. As she rose, the tight confines conspired to bring her face-to-face with Karyn. Kim's knee slipped between Karyn's thigh. She could feel the slow vibration through the leather strap and through her uniform skirt. Karyn kissed her, poking her tongue into the Asian stewardess's mouth. Kim thought briefly about pulling away, but she gave in and melted into Karyn's arms.

"Would you help me win this time?"

"How?"

"Wear the harness for me."

"But that's cheating. Won't he know? Won't he punish you?"

"Of course he'll punish me, but I'm his slave, I live for that. He'll find out, but only after I tell him. He can't tell if its on me or not. I can pretend its working on me, and you'll get the orgasm of your life. What have you got to lose?"

"I'll have responsibilities at the end of the flight for one. I'm more than willing to play, but I don't want to lose my job."

"How long before you need to get back?"

"A couple of hours, we won't start our descent until 6:30." That left two and a half hours. "But how will we make the switch?"

"After a while, when we're close enough that I know I can ride the program out, I'll come back in here and we'll switch back. After I get my reward, I'll tell Master Thomas and get my punishment. By then, you'll be long gone and reminiscing about the best night of your life."

Kim contemplated the offer. It was the wildest thing she had ever done. What if an emergency happened while she was in the throes of a wild orgasm? Well, that wasn't likely, and if it did -- there were worse ways to go. What if she got caught? By whom? How would they tell? She had never been caught with a cock down her throat, or while being plowed up the ass in the galley.

"OK, I'll do it."

"Great. Take off your blouse and bra, then your skirt and panties."

Karyn took the garments from Kim as she began to undo the harness. The look on her face as the plug and dildo slipped out was like someone losing a dear friend. Karyn quickly cleaned the latex prongs in the sink and then turned back to Kim.

"Turn around and bend over."

Kim complied. "You have got lube for that thing, right?"

"Of course."

Karyn put the belt around Kim's waist and worked the buckle. It looked like a tiny seat belt buckle, right down to the flat lever to release the belt. Karyn then put one hand between the crack of Kim's tight ass. With it, she spread Kim's cheeks. Kim felt the cool air on her anus, then the colder wet sensation as Karyn spread the lubricant on her. Using her other hand, Karyn gently pushed the flared head of the plug into Kim's rectum. Her anus grabbed the narrowed base of the plug, holding it within her.

"How's that? Are you OK?"

"Fine. I've had bigger, and rougher."

"That what I though. It won't get any rougher, but as the vibrations really start to rise and the rotation starts, it'll feel bigger. Turn around."

Kim turned and opened her legs and looked between them. The dildo was hanging between them, jutting from her legs like a cock of her own. Karyn ran her hand down Kim's hard tummy and between her legs. Kim tensed, Karyn's kiss was as close to another woman that Kim had ever been before. Karyn's fingers on her lips excited her.

"Mmmm, you're really wet. Turned on, huh?"

"Ever since I saw you come out of here."

"You let you hair grow too."

"I trim it, but I don't shave like you. I've always been afraid I'll cut myself, or that it will itch coming back in."

"It doesn't itch if you don't let it grow back before shaving again. Master shaves me, and he's got a wonderful touch, never a nick."

All the while, Karyn had been running her fingers around Kim's lips, slowly working her open for the dildo. The thought of Karyn working her genitals made Kim shudder.

"Now this is a little bigger than the plug."

Karyn slowly worked the dildo in. The vibrations were hardly noticeable, just enough to keep Kim horny.

"There, that ought to hold it." Karyn said as she placed the clip on Kim's clit. Kim couldn't see it, but it felt wonderful. Just like having someone lightly pinch her clit between their thumb and forefinger. Kim could feel how even a light vibration would cause an almost instant orgasm.

While Kim was thinking this, Karyn was buckling the crotch strap to the belt and cinching it so it cupped her crotch tightly. She then moved to Kim's already erect nipples. She rolled them once or twice between her fingers and attached the other clips to them. The sensation was the same as on her clit, but these clips were vibrating. Kim's nipples hardened in response to the stimulation.

"We'd better get going" Karyn said as she dressed, "We don't want anyone getting suspicious."

Kim lightly stroked the leather between her legs. It was an odd sensation. The vibrations kept her horny, but she needed more to make her cum. The strap, however, deadened the sensations coming from her fingers. It actually prevented her from orgasming. She finished dressing.

"I'll go first, you wait a few minutes then follow. When you come out, come over like you're asking us for a drink order, that way we can talk."

Karyn left. Kim waited a few minutes, trying various ways to masturbate around the strap -- all of them unsuccessful -- then got dressed, got up and re-entered the cabin.

When she got back to the cabin, Karyn and Thomas had switched seats so that Thomas was sitting on the aisle. They were talking and Thomas was idly fingering the fob of his key chain. Kim once again checked with the couple in the first row, but they were both fast asleep. Then she walked to Karyn and Thomas' row. As she walked, the crotch strap rubbed between her legs. It put wonderful friction on her wet lips, and the slight tug on the clit clip was wonderful, but she would have to sprint up-and-down the aisle to get enough stimulation to cum. As she approached their row, she knew she would never last even an hour, much less two and a half, before she would have to go back into the rest room, remove the harness, and finger herself to orgasm. She fantasized about Karyn making her cum with her tongue. She would have to somehow lure her into the bathroom again, and soon.

"Karyn tells me you were quite impressed with my leather work." Thomas said as he seemed to study his key chain.

"Yes, quite interesting. You should go into business." Kim replied.

"Master, I think you forgot something," Karyn broke in, a look of mischief in her eyes "the harness isn't locked."

It took a second for her remark to sink into Kim's brain Karyn hadn't said anything about a lock! The little minx had set her up. As those thoughts crossed her mind, Thomas flipped the key chain over and pressed a fourth button hidden on the other back side. Kim opened her mouth to protest, but closed it again as she felt four tiny clicks as the buckles on the harness locked closed and she felt the clit and nipple clips tighten slightly and lock. She was trapped. Her head spun with fear and excitement

"So I did pet, so I did." Thomas remarked to Karyn. "You are to be commended. It wouldn't have been a very good game if you could have wriggled out."

"Locked?" Kim said, trying to sound relaxed.

"Yes, the harness has a locking feature. I can lock it by remote control. The locks can be opened manually by a key, or they open themselves after four hours."

"Four hours, that's quite a long time." Kim said. Her heart crashed. She was going to have to either confess and get Thomas to let her out, or go through her duties trying to forestall orgasm. Either way, she was sure going to be horny at the end of the flight. Her boyfriend Jim wouldn't know what hit him when they got back to his place for the weekend.

"Anyway pet, since you told me about the locks I will give you a little present. One free orgasm before we start the game In earnest." With that he pressed and held the third button on the key chain.

All at once the five vibrators on the harness came to full life. Kim bit her lip to keep from moaning as her orgasm began to build. From the haze of her lust she could see that Karyn was pretending that the harness had taken control of her.

The two prongs were vibrating at incredible intensity and rotating to boot. They rotated in opposite directions so that part of the time they squeezed the membrane between Kim's ass and vagina, and part of the time they spread the two apart. When they were furthest from each other, the dildo pressed against her G-spot. Even if she didn't have the plug and dildo in, the intense vibration from the clitoral stimulator would be enough to drive her into a screaming orgasm. Just as she was about to succumb, the vibrations stopped cold.

Kim opened her eyes and met Thomas' gaze. She realized that in the throes of the sensations, she had spread her legs wide and thrust her pussy out. Even now she was grinding herself into Thomas' shoulder. As the realization hit her that they had been caught, Kim noticed that Karyn was still pantomiming a wonderful orgasm.

"Well, well, well, . . ." Thomas said as Karyn stopped acting abruptly " . . . very interesting. It seems my little slave has been plotting."

"Master . . ." Karyn started.

Thomas cut her off by raising the key chain and dramatically pressing the third button. Kim instantly snapped to attention, starting again to grind her pussy into Thomas' arm. All pretense of trying to hide her pleasure was gone. The first orgasm hit her and her knees buckled. She could feel the second one coming, and she was in no position to stop it. She knew that when it hit, her legs would give out from beneath her and she would writhe to orgasm after orgasm on the floor. She didn't care who found out. A moan broke free from her lips as the second orgasm began to overcome her, but the moan changed to a wail as the vibrations stopped once again.

"Please, please make me cum." Kim begged. She felt her will beginning to slip. She needed to cum, she had to cum. She would do anything to cum.

"The harness has two functions, you know. The first is to force my little slave here to cum. But the second is to keep the little slut from cumming. As you'll soon find out, I can keep you at a fever pitch with my remote control, and the leather straps will keep you from pushing yourself over the edge. I think a few hours at the brink of orgasm will teach you a lesson."

"No, please, make me cum."

"I don't think so, at least not for a while."

"Then let me out of the harness."

"Why? So you can run into the bathroom and masturbate? No, I think I'll make you pay for your little plot with my pet."

"Please . . ."

Thomas cut her off by pressing the second button.

"There you go, in about two hours the vibrations will have built to a level that should allow you a good cum."

"Two hours! We'll be landing by then. How am I going to do my job? How am I going to get this harness off?" She could tell that the vibrations had started to build. The clit clip had just started to slightly buzz. It was enough to make her really horny, but far from enough to make her come.

"Too late now. The program has started and I can't stop it."

"Then let me out, please." She could feel her will melting away. She was falling under his control and would soon do anything he commanded.

"Please, what?"

Kim thought long and hard.

"Please, master." She meant it. He now totally controlled her and she loved the thought of it.

"I can't, I told you that the program has to take its course."

"Then use the key, please master." Using the term master seemed less and less strange. He was in control of her. She would do anything he commanded. Kim wondered if she would remain in this state even once their little game was over.

"No slave. Besides, the key has been sent ahead to our summer home. You will take you medicine like the slave you are. When you are finished with your duties tonight, you will accompany me and my little slut here to our chateau and be punished properly with her."

"Yes master." Kim sighed, resigned to her fate. "But, I was supposed to meet my boyfriend for the weekend."

"I will call him and invite him to our place. I bet he'd love to see you submit to me. Give me his phone number and I will make the arrangements."

End of Part One


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The story so far:

Karen and her master, Thomas are playing a game in first class on a red-eye transcontinental flight. In the game, Karyn wears a harness that has an anal plug, a dildo, and clips for her clit and nipples. The plugs and clips are programmed by Thomas' remote control to vibrate at ever increasing intensities. If Karyn came forestall her orgasm for the two hours of the program, she gets to be dominant for half of the weekend. If she loses, she remains a slave.

Kim, the Asian flight attendant in first class, inserts herself into the game, and is seduced by Karyn into wearing the harness so that Karen can win the game. Once Kim is in the harness, Karyn reminds Master Thomas that he has forgotten to lock the harness with his controller. At this point, Kim realizes that she has been tricked, but resolves to not confess to Master Thomas and continue the game. Thomas locks the harness with his remote and decides to reward Karyn for her honesty with a free orgasm by setting all the vibrators on high.

Kim's wild gyrations in response to the vibrations give away the deception, and Master Thomas decides to punish the two girls. Kim, her will depleted by her overwhelming need to come, submits.

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And Now ... Part II

Karyn gave Master Thomas Jim's number and stood there, waiting.

"You can go now. Go back to whatever your supposed to be doing."

"But please Master ..." Kim started.

"Go. And stay out of the bathroom. No masturbating, not that it will do any good."

"Yes Master." Kim sighed as she turned away. She glanced back at Karyn, who was slumped into her seat with a smug look on her face.

'She may have got me now,' Kim thought to herself 'but I'll get even.' As she settled back into her jump seat she could see Master Thomas dialing the phone.

The intercom phone beeping roused Kim from her trance with a start. As she reached for the phone she glanced at her watch. It was almost time to land! Where had the time gone!

"Kim, are you all right?" It was Betsy, one of the coach cabin attendants "The phone rang five times before you picked-up."

The vibrations were really going now. Kim had to fight back her orgasm to answer Betsy.

"I'm all right," Kim replied, her voice quavering "I just feel a little shaky."

"Oh my god, you sound awful, I'll be right there."

"No, I'll be OK I'm just ..." It was too late, the line was dead.

Kim had just enough time to lock eyes with Karyn before Betsy came through the curtain. The look on Karyn's face was pure lust. She looked like she wanted to devour Kim.

Betsy burst through the curtain and she strode purposely to the front of the cabin to Kim's side. In a firm, but quiet, voice - no need to concern the passengers - she began questioning Kim.

"Do you feel feverish? Nauseated? ..."

Kim answered her questions with vague responses. She was hoping to make herself sound sick enough to get out of her pre- and post-landing duties, but not bad enough to make Betsy report the "illness." As Kim talked, she realized that the vibrations had leveled off at a mind numbing intensity. She also realized that she was literally shaking as she tried to delay her climax.

Betsy took the shaking to be signs of a fever. Kim was bathed in sweat and flushed from head to toe, so the diagnosis fit. She sat Kim down in her jump seat and buckled her in.

"Don't worry, you'll be all right. Do you need an ambulance?"

"No. Jimmy's picking me up. I'll be OK."

Betsy gave her the patented stewardess grim smile, patted her hand, and went about the pre-landing duties. Betsy turned her back.

Kim started to relax and, as the plane sunk towards the runway, began to succumb. Her orgasm started at the base of her clitoris. The pulsing sensations built slowly, the muscles deep in her pussy joining the pulse, then those of her anus contracting firmly around the plug and dildo. The contractions steadily increased and the orgasm spread to the tip of her clit. As it reached the tip, every muscle in her lower body contracted. She lifted in the seat, as far as the four point seatbelt would allow her. The peak of her come felt like a white-hot explosion in the center of her brain.

Instead of being over, the orgasm just subsided into the base of her clit, pulsing slowly.

A soft moan, almost as soft as a sigh, escaped from Kim's throat as the pulses began to grow once more and the sensation slowly crept out to the tip of her clit again. It was more intense this time. As it reached the tip of her clit and peaked, Kim could feel her anus grasp the plug, sucking it deeper into her ass. This time the white-hot explosion of her orgasm blanked out the peripheral vision. As the second climax retreated to the base of her clit again she could feel the clenched muscles in her legs relax, and she felt the lingering sensation caused by the seatbelt straps biting into her flesh.

As her third come started to rise, Kim met Master Thomas' gaze. His stare bore right through her. Her last thought was that she realized she'd been waiting her whole life to be forced to come like this. He owned her. She loved it. Just as the orgasm hit the tip of her clit the dildo swung around in its rotation, pressing deeply into her G-spot and her pussy slurped wetly around the invading prong. The white light enveloped her whole head as her third orgasm peaked just as the plane touched down.

She slumped in her seat. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes rolled into her head. Her hands wiped ineffectively at the drool seeping out of her mouth. She was dimly aware that the vibrations had begun to swiftly subside.

By the time the plane had taxied to the gate, and Betsy could make her way to her, Kim had begun to regain her composure. The vibrations had totally stopped. Kim had wiped the drool and sweat from her face, and had begun to worry about her wetness seeping though to show on the back of her skirt. She avoided Karyn and Thomas' eyes.

"You look a little better. I thought you were going to lose it big time just before we landed."

"Yeah, I thought so too. Thanks for taking care of me Betsy, I feel much better now."

"Why don't you slip out as soon as I get the door open. I'll cover for you."

"Thanks, I will."

'Then what do I do?' Kim thought to herself 'I can't believe it, but I'm still horny. I'll have to hook up with Master Thomas and Karyn in the terminal so they can take me to their place to meet Jimmy. This is going to be one hell of a weekend.'

"OK, there you go. Get some rest. Call me if you need anything. I'll see you after the weekend for the flight back."

"Thanks again Betsy. I'll see you Monday." Kim said as she grabbed her luggage and slipped out the door.

Halfway up the jetway she literally ran into the pair ambulance attendants.

'Shit!' Kim thought, 'Betsy had them call for an ambulance anyway.'

"Whoa there young lady," the lead attendant said as he placed a steadying hand on her arm, "are you OK? I think you should sit down." He gestured to the stretcher that his partner was readying.

"No. I'm OK now. I just felt a little sick during landing. I'll be OK."

"Look, do me a favor. Let me and Ben get you out to our ambulance before the passengers get into the jetway. We'll check you out in the ambulance, and if you're feeling all right we won't admit you. There is no one in the terminal, and as long as no one sees us we don't have to write this thing up."

Kim really didn't want to have to explain the evenings goings-on to her supervisor. "OK, lets get it over with." The assistant attendant took her luggage and put it on the rack under the stretcher.

The lead attendant helped her sit on the stretcher. His began to take her pulse at the wrist as the assistant swung Kim's legs onto the gurney. As the lead attendant was finishing the pulse count, the assistant began to fiddle with something on the end of the stretcher. Without her realizing it, he was strapping her ankles to the stretcher.

The lead attendant leaned over, looking into his gear bag and selecting an item. As he straightened up, Kim realized that he had a cervical collar. As he fastened it around her neck, Kim's hands reflexively flew up to her neck to grab the collar. Before they were half way up, the assistant had grabbed her wrists and held them down on the stretcher. While he grasped her wrists, the lead attendant swiftly buckled a wide strap around Kim's stomach, pinning her arms to her sides.

Kim started to protest, but the lead attendant anticipated her. As she opened her mouth to speak, he forced a rubber plug into her mouth. The hollow plug had a pear shaped body with a narrow neck and a wide flared base. Kim's jaw was forced apart, farther than she could open her mouth by herself, by the wide part of the pear body. As the plug was forced in farther, Kim's teeth snapped down onto the narrow neck, coming to rest between the body and base.

The gag filled Kim's mouth effectively, but she could breath through the hollow body of the plug. She couldn't open her jaws wide enough to get it out. The plug forced her tongue down so she couldn't get any leverage to push the gag out, or make more sound than a slight hum. Without the use of her hands, or the help of someone else, Kim would never be able to get the gag out of her mouth.

As he finished gagging her, the lead attendant placed an oxygen mask over Kim's nose and mouth. The clear rubber of the mask would effectively concealed the gag to all but the most observant passers-by.

Once Kim had been silenced, the assistant cinched a third strap from the stretcher. This one went around her legs just above her knees. While he did that, the lead attendant tightened the fourth strap around the cervical collar, holding her head down securely, then a fifth between her shoulders and waist. The assistant threw a thin blanket over Kim, hiding the straps, as the lead attendant began to wheel the stretcher out of the jetway.

In a little more than ten seconds, before any of the passengers had made it off the airplane, Kim had been captured, silenced, immobilized, and was now being kidnapped. As the first passengers, Karyn and Thomas, got off the plane they just caught sight of the attendants wheeling Kim out of the jetway and into the terminal. Karyn sighed and grabbed Thomas' arm. They exchanged knowing glances.

Kim struggled, to the extent she could, on the stretcher. She hardly even shook it. Between the gag and mask, not even a slight hum could be heard. Kim was really starting to get scared. The further the night had gone on, the deeper in trouble she got. What had started as a fling - a whim - was now beginning to look pretty severe. Sweat started to bead on her forehead and she began to struggle harder and hyperventilate.

"Now now, stop struggling. Its not going to do you any good anyway. We've just been sent to make sure you meet your commitment to Master Thomas. We're not going to hurt you. As a matter of fact, the only way you're going to get hurt is if you tip this thing over."

'Great,' thought Kim as she began to calm down, 'I thought I had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.' She began to get her breathing under control. As the attendants tipped the stretcher up to get her into the ambulance, Kim looked up at the lead attendant and noticed that his name - Bob
- was embroidered over the pocket of his uniform.

'Man, how much money do these freaks have anyway?" Kim thought, 'First Class tickets - OK, weekend houses - OK, custom-made bondage harnesses even, but an ambulance with uniformed attendants?' She shuddered. 'I will be punished for thinking of my Master as a freak?' Now she was really scared. It was one thing to feel dominated while you where coming, but now it was beginning to feel permanent.

The two attendants locked the stretcher into the back of the ambulance. Ben, the assistant, jumped out of the back of the ambulance, closed and locked the back doors, got into the front and began to drive off.

Bob at first busied himself around the back of the ambulance then he turned his attention to Kim. First he took off her shoes, then he unbuttoned and untucked her uniform top. He then worked the blouse down he body, undoing each strap as he came to it, moving the blouse below it, then re-tightening the straps around her body. At no time was more than one strap undone. Bob never undid the straps that held Kim's hands to her sides, he just pulled the garments under them. There was never enough slack for Kim's struggles to have any effect. When the blouse was free, Bob took her skirt the same way.

When Bob was finished, Kim was left wearing only the harness, the cervical collar, and the mask and gag. Going back to his gear bag, Bob took out four lined leather cuffs. The first two he was able to strap around Kim's ankles with little problem. Each cuff had a steel clip, which Bob attached to the sides of the stretcher - further reducing Kim's movement.

Getting the cuffs on Kim's wrists was a little more problematical. When he undid the strap holding her lower arms down, Kim began to struggle wildly. She couldn't quite get her hands up to the collar or gag, but she could almost make it to the strap around her upper torso. If she could just stretch a little further, she could get the strap free.

Bob let her struggle. He calmly began rooting in his pocket. As Kim's fingernails scraped across the cold metal of the buckle, Bob pulled a key chain out of his pocket. Kim hesitated for a second when she saw it. She instantly recognized the fob, it was identical to the one Master Thomas had used to make her his slave. As the recognition dawned on her, so did the realization that she was still incredibly horny. The fear provoked by her abduction had actually made her more so. Even as she went back to trying to reach the buckle, Kim began hoping that Bob pressed the button.

He did. Kim was instantly aware of the full power vibrations coursing through the plugs and clips. Her body reacted by stiffening - her arms reflexively abandoning the buckle to grasp the side rails of the stretcher. She felt her fifth orgasm of the night quickly approaching. A moan started deep in her throat, the gag and mask effectively kept the volume of the moan very low. The constriction of the straps adding to the helpless feeling that fed her horniness.

Bob took advantage of Kim's paralytic stiffening. Her quickly strapped a cuff to each wrist and clipped them to the sides of the stretcher. Just as Kim's orgasm began to peak, Bob flicked the switch again, stopping the vibrations. Kim convulsed in frustrations, lifting her tight little butt off the stretcher, straining against the straps.

Kim collapsed back, sinking into the stretcher, her muscles slack. Instead of replacing the strap around her middle, Bob loosened the strap around Kim's ankles and the one around her upper torso. She was then only held by the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the strap around her collar.

Bob searched out a small key on his ring and inserted it into the harness at her right breast. A quick twist, and the clip holding her erect nipple opened. He repeated the action at her left breast, then at the harness buckles at each shoulder. He then pealed the harness off her upper body down to the waist belt. He then moved to the lower part of the harness, unlocking the crotch strap and waistbelt then unlocking the clit clip. Tugging at the crotch strap, Bob slowly pulled the dildo from Kim's vagina. As the head of the dildo came out, Kim's juices began to flow down her inner thighs toward the stretcher and her tight opening began to wink closed.

She couldn't believe how wet she was. It felt wetter than after a man's sperm began to leak out after coming inside her. As she contemplated this, Bob wiped her juices from the dildo and began working the anal plug out. It finally came loose with an audible pop. Bob then worked the belts of the harness out from under her and began to store the harness in his gear bag. When he pulled his hand out of the bag he was holding two small metal balls. He used his other hand to stroke Kim's pussy to get her attention.

"Your really going to like this. These are called ben wa balls, the Japanese invented them. This one is hollow," he said as he inserted deep into Kim's pussy, "and this one is half filled with water," he continued, inserting the second after the first.

"They work like this, when the vibrator I'm going to put on you starts to make you come, the walls of your pussy start to contract and the contractions cause the water in the first ball to slosh around making it rock back and forth. The water filled ball knocks into the hollow ball. The hollow ball then nudges into your cervix. Each little nudge pushes you closer and closer to an orgasm, which makes your pussy contract more. After a while the building orgasm makes you start to squirm, which makes the water slosh around even more, which brings the orgasm closer, which makes you squirm a little more and your pussy convulse harder. Even strapped down as solidly as you are now, they can help make you come so hard it'll feel like your eyes are popping out.

"This," he said, holding up a blue silicone butterfly with attached elastic straps, "is one hell of a vibrator. It nestles right up against your pussy lips. The head of the butterfly rests right on your clit. You can buy these in better adult stores everywhere, but Master Thomas has modified this one. There are little gauges inside the body. As you come close to your orgasm, and your lips start to quiver, the gauges pick the movement up and slow down the vibrations. When the vibrations slow down, so do the contractions in you pussy and the balls stop nudging your cervix. When everything starts to calm down, the vibrations pick back up.

"The circuit in the harness I just took off is designed to eventually let you
- make you really - come. This little baby, on the other hand, will keep you on edge forever. Well, really only for six to eight hours. After that you become oversensitized and you'll come no matter how low the vibrations get. By that time though, your brains will be mush. You'll do anything for anybody, as long as they make you come. You'll be a slave for life."

As he talked, Bob was strapping the butterfly to Kim's pussy. He adjusted the elastic straps until he had it nestled just right against her pussy. Not too tight, not too loose, and positioned just so. He didn't turn it on. Kim was terrified. She wasn't sure if she should believe him. Slave for life? She knew she would do anything to come right now, but for life? Surely once she got control of herself back she would recover, wouldn't she? The implications made her head spin.

"These," Bob said as he held up a pair of alligator clips held together with a short piece of fine chain, "are real nipple clamps, not the soft little clamps Karyn used on you. They have serrated jaws. They'll hurt pretty bad at first, but you'll find that the pain really turns you on. There are nerves that go directly from the tip of your nipples to your clit - you can't help but love it. Karyn sometimes comes just from the clamps alone. And they'll hurt even worse when we take them off and the blood rushes back into your nipples."

Kim tried to thrash around as Bob attached the clamps, sure that she would hate them, but he was right. The pain was at first so bad that she froze, trying not to move so the clamps would shift and hurt even worse. Very quickly though, there became a pleasurable component to the pain. For every throb of pain in her nipples there was a throb of pleasure in her clit.

"And this," said Bob, holding up a leather bag, "is a sensory depravation hood. It has ear plugs, with little white noise speakers, so you won't be able to hear a thing. It also has eye pads that fit around your eyes so absolutely no light can get through. They won't hold your eyes closed, you'll be able to blink all you want, but you won't be able to see a thing. Tubes fit into your nostrils and into the hole in the gag, so you'll be able to breath. Unless we block the tubes to punish you for something. It laces on real tight. Once you're in it, you can't see, hear or talk. The only thing you'll taste is the rubber of the gag and the only thing you'll smell is the leather of the hood. Between the clamps, the vibrator and the balls, and this, you won't even know who you are.

Bob undid the strap around Kim's collar and began working the hood over her head. He got the earplugs in, then the eye pads over her eyes and the tubes in place, then worked her ponytail out a hole in the back. Then he laced the hood on tight. Once everything was in place, he started strapping Kim back down on the stretcher. Once he had her strapped down good, he started the white noise and the vibrator.

Kim felt the effect of the white noise first. It totally blanked out all sound, even the sound of her pulse and breathing. It was like floating in a totally silent space. The lack of sound was actually dizzying. She began to loose the sensation of the orientation of her body. She couldn't tell if she was lying on her back on a stretcher, or if she was hanging face down from the ceiling. The helpless feeling began to make her feel more and more like a will-less slave.

As the disorientation began to take its toll, the vibrator picked up speed. Because she had come so close to orgasm without actually coming while in the harness, it didn't take long for her to start to come. She could feel the muscles in her pussy starting to clench and relax, and the ben wa balls start to nudge her cervix. Each nudge sent a sensation from the cervix to her clit. Between those sensations, the throb from the nipple clamps, and the vibrations directly on her clit, she began to go over the edge. As soon as her pussy lips started to quiver, the vibrations subsided.

She began to pant through the gag. Her hips began to buck and twist, as much as the straps holding her down would allow, trying to make the balls move faster and harder. She did the same with her upper body, trying to swing the nipple clamps and increase the sensations to her clit. But the bondage was too good. She couldn't move enough to push herself over the edge. As she relaxed in frustration, she could feel the vibrations begin to ramp back up and the vicious cycle begin to repeat.

Bob watched for two full cycles, almost twenty minutes, before pulling a cell phone from his gear bag. He punched in the number while he watched Kim writhe and moan, begging with her body for an orgasm. He knew they had her. She would do anything for him if he would just let her come. All thoughts of anything, her job, her family, her boyfriend, faded from her mind. The only thing that mattered, the only reason for living, was to come. Bob only had to wait two rings for the call to be answered.

"We're about an hour away... No, she didn't give us any trouble... Nope, it was close, but she hasn't come... Oh yeah, she'll be ready to fuck anything by the time we get there, she's ready now... Is the boyfriend going to come over?... Great, I can't wait to start on him, does he suspect?"

End of Part II

[aseeker2000]

You must write more of this story!

[aldorax]

You must write more of this story!

Thanks but I didn't write it ... I just found it conceptually very hot, gender notwithstanding.

I had Part 1 from the mid-90s, but it took me probably 15 years to find Part 2.