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Sylvia's Revenge 3
by Joanie Davis
I felt like the cords were crushing me, wrapped tightly
around my torso and arms above and below my padded bust
and at my waist. My arms themselves were bound together
at wrists and elbows. My legs were folded over on
themselves, my ankles tied to my thighs. A large vibrator
buzzed away busily up my ass.
In addition to all of this I was wearing pantyhose on my
shaved legs. Polished toenails shone through the hose,
peeking through the straps of the high-heeled sandals locked
onto my feet. A large area of the pantyhose as well as the
panties and skirt over my crotch were soaked with my own
cum. Sylvia's cum stained the panties packed in my mouth,
her pantyhose wrapped tightly around my head jacking my
jaws apart and holding her panties deep in my mouth.
I struggled despondently for awhile in the lonely cottage
outside of town but was already convinced that I could not
free myself without help. I felt around with my fingers but
Sylvia had tied all of the knots out of my reach. The cords at
my elbows were tight enough to make my hands go numb
after awhile so I soon could not even do that. I lay
uncomfortably on the floor, my clothes slowly drying.
Every once in awhile in the hours that followed I would pull
fitfully at the ropes that bound me but it only increased my
discomfort. So mostly I just endured.
Finally the door opened and Sylvia returned looking
triumphantly satisfied that I was exactly where she had left
me. She knelt on the floor near me and began untying the
ropes on my legs. Sylvia lowered each sandaled foot gently
to the floor and I squirmed there as feeling returned to my
legs bringing with it that needles and pins sensation. As she
waited Sylvia unfastened the rope from my collar which had
tethered me to the coffee table.
Once the feeling had returned to my legs Sylvia helped me
to my feet and led me into the cottage's bedroom. She took
me to the footboard of the large four-post bed that
dominated the room. Looking around at the mirrors in
prominent display on the walls and ceiling Sylvia said "I
guess my friend doesn't use this place just for relaxation."
Sylvia made me stand at the foot of the bed, facing towards
it. She spread my legs widely apart and bound my ankles to
the bed's legs. Then she undid the ropes holding my arms to
my body. She draped a blanket over the high wooden
footboard and pushed me from behind. Yelling in surprise I
fell forward and wound up draped over the footboard. My
feet had come up off the floor. By pointing my toes I could
just barely graze the floor with the toes of my sandals but
not enough to give myself any support. Sylvia tied rope to
my wrists (which were still bound as were my elbows) and
fed the other end around the top of one tall bedpost at the
head of the bed. By tugging on this rope she was able to pull
my arms away from my back, keeping my hands suspended
and pointed towards the ceiling.
I was completely helpless in this position. I struggled
mightily but had no leverage. I could just squirm slightly on
my belly. And I found that any movement at all made my
arms feel as if they were about to break so I lay quietly and
tried to relax as much as possible in my bondage as Sylvia
left the room once more. I stayed as quiet as possible
looking hopefully towards the door that she had disappeared
through. After just a few minutes the door opened and a
horrifying apparition emerged.
Sylvia was almost completely naked, her enormous breasts
standing suspiciously pert above a massive sagging belly.
Huge, cellulite covered thighs brushed together as she
approached. Her waist and thighs were severely constricted
by the leather harness belted tightly in place and sporting a
dildo that bobbed and weaved as she walked but appeared to
be aimed right at me.
I immediately began struggling for all I was worth but
quickly stopped as pain ripped through my shoulders. Sylvia
smirked at me saying "This dildo that's been up your ass for
the last few hours should have you all loosened up for this
fucking." As she spoke she was untying the cords around my
waist and between my legs. Then she pulled my panties and
pantyhose down my widely spaced legs until they were
around my knees and removed the vibrator from my anus.
Thanks to the mirrors on the walls I could see every detail of
this latest torment. I watched as she lubed up her dildo and
approached my rear. I felt the head of the thing poking at my
hole and as Sylvia slipped it smoothly inside me she
remarked "This is something else we girls have to watch out
for, it's called rape."
I'll never lose the image of Sylvia pounding away on my
butt. Oh, I'll try to, but I'm afraid that years from now in the
middle of the night I'll still wake with a start as I remember
all of that flesh and flab. Shimmying and flapping around
like palm tree in a hurricane. I was in too much pain to
become aroused and of course she wasn't being stimulated
so she just fucked me until she was too exhausted to fuck me
any more. Finally she flopped forward sweating and panting
and lay on top of me with her "dick" rammed deep inside
me. Crushed beneath her I could hardly breathe.
After Sylvia got her wind back she withdrew from me and
disappeared into the bathroom. As I draped across the
footboard in absolute misery I heard the shower running and
she soon reappeared wearing bra and panties with a towel
wrapped around her wet hair. To my immense relief she
untied the rope that held my arms high in the air. Then she
freed my ankles and helped me to stand. The long rope that
was still attached to my wrists was now fed between my legs
and Sylvia used it to drag me towards the bathroom.
Once inside I was made to step over into the tub. Feeding
the rope back between my legs Sylvia looped it over the
towel rack and used it to force my hands high in the air
behind me. Groaning into my gag I bent over from the waist
to try and relieve the pressure on my shoulders but Sylvia
responded by pulling my hands just that much higher. Tying
the knot at the towel rack where I could not hope to reach it
Sylvia patted me on the ass and left the room.
Sylvia returned a short time later carrying a large enema bag.
Seeing my horrified expression she laughed gaily and
exclaimed "Well, you've got to learn to douche!" She hung
the bag on the curtain rod and then left again. When she
returned this time she was carrying an ice cube with two
lengths of twine frozen inside it. The long piece hung from
the ends of the cube with it's middle frozen inside. The other
piece stuck out of the top forming a loop several inches
long. As she attached the loop to the shower curtain rod she
said "Let me explain how this works, it will be so much
better if you know what's coming. But first let's get the
nozzle up inside you." I tried to avoid the tip of the enema
nozzle but there was nowhere to go. Tethered to the towel
bar and tottering on my high heels I was helpless to prevent
her from inserting the nozzle.
Sylvia used more twine to tie the hose in place and then
plastered it with duct tape. Finally she pulled my pantyhose
and panties into place around my waist further holding the
hose in place. Then she said "OK now I'll tie this clothespin
to one end of the string. The clothespin will stop the
douching liquid from reaching the nozzle. Now I'll tie the
other end of the string around this big beach towel. When
the ice melts enough the towel will fall and snatch the
clothespin off the hose. And you'll get a nice bellyful of
vinegar and water. I'm headed back to the hospital but I'm
setting up my video camera so I can watch the show later. So
you'll be a dear and put on a good show for me, won't you?"
Sylvia reached over and twisted the valve at the base of the
bag allowing liquid to gurgle down the hose as far as the
clothespin. She bustled around setting up her camera on a
tripod and getting the angle just like she wanted it. She
looked up from the viewfinder to examine me critically
"You've been wearing that gag for quite awhile now. I've got
a new one for you to try." she said over her shoulder as she
exited the room.
She returned carrying a hard rubber cylinder fixed to a
leather strap and a pair of scissors. She used the scissors to
cut through the pantyhose wrapped tightly around my head. I
pushed the wadded panties out of my mouth with my tongue
and licked my dry lips. Sylvia noticed how dry they were
and had me pucker as she applied lipstick to them. Then she
wedged the cylinder between my teeth and buckled the strap
around my head. "We used to use these in the days of
electroshock therapy. It will hold your tongue down and
make any speech unintelligible. But it won't soak up all your
mouth's moisture like that last gag did." she said. Then she
went and dressed in her nurses uniform. She returned long
enough to turn on the video camera before kissing me lightly
on the cheek and leaving me alone and helpless once more.
This was the worst position yet. My feet were killing me
already in those high heels but I didn't dare move too much
for fear of falling. And my arms were already numb so I
couldn't even feel for knots. The new gag that I was wearing
was making me drool. As I watched a long strand of it
dropped from my chin and spattered one foot, soaking
through the nylon of my pantyhose.
I fearfully watched as the ice slowly melted. I had never
experienced an enema but reasoned that Sylvia wouldn't be
giving me one if it were meant to be pleasant. As the frozen
rope began to come free I twisted in my bondage and
strained to expel the nozzle from inside me. Suddenly the
towel fell into the tub, accompanied by the loud snap of the
clothespin as it was snatched off the hose.
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