POLICEWOMAN IN BONDAGE

by Richard Carradine

  The hollow shell that she now inhabited began to rise, altering the angle of her upper body and the double curve that surrounded her hanging dugs began to dig painfully in to her chest, particularly at the peak between her breasts.

  The first grunt of discomfort was the signal that Fiona had been listening for and the cranking stopped. Jane was going almost wall eyed trying to see in one of the mirrors what Rhoda was doing behind her. First one ankle was pulled wide to one side and placed upon a block shaped to take her foot, then the process was repeated with the other leg.

  Jane begun to grunt and squeal with genuine discomfort now for the blocks were some six inches or so high and she was forced to go hollow backed against the stricture of the corset or to bend her legs to relieve the strain. No matter which option though she adopted, either way her sex lips were pulled wide apart by her rings displaying her inner labia, pink and moist.

  The noise of the cranking started up again and the discomfort eased but it stopped before she had returned to a neutral position. She could by swivelling her jaw around the rubberised ball joint of the gag see herself in profile. There was little doubt that she was still sway backed, offering her ass up either for a whipping or a monumental fucking and there would be little she could do whichever orifice was chosen for that particular event!

  Her Master’s hands caressed her body from pendulous breasts to wide spread sex. She felt herself trembling, enclosed in a haze of sexual desire.

  "I suggest you try to step down from the blocks, Jane." She did as instructed, the pain and discomfort became almost unbearable, she could have pulled free by releasing her bite on the ball gag but then the pull on her nostril would have been wicked. Desperately her feet sought the wide positioned blocks and she reassumed the sex spreading posture. "There, I think that illustrates the situation you are in adequately." Jordan's voice was calm and almost school-master-ish in tone. "You have upset my friend on his last day with the company, he is in quite a state." A sideways look at the wide eyed Mr Blackstone convinced Jane that he might be in a state of something but upset was not it. Jordan had begun to tie small weights to each of the nylon cords that dangled from clit and nipples, working carefully so that each was approximately two inches from the ground.

  In the mirror she could see each weight swaying gently, the pull was uncomfortable but not painful, her nipples were so large and fat that they seemed to take the weight with only minimal stretching. She eased her hips slightly and the weight from her clit swung through a wider arc. God, she could see that the weight was minuscule but it made her clit feel huge, she would have to be careful with that one!

  "Now, Mr Blackstone, the girl is yours again to use as you will. There are certain items to use on her on the table in the corner should you wish." He turned to address his remarks to both Jane and Blackstone. "Before she can be freed she must beg to suckle you to a climax." Jane squealed and grunted to signify that she had changed her mind and would just love to kiss and suckle his tool but neither paid more than minimal attention to the noises she was making. "Of course she must stay in the stocks for at least an hour, longer if you think fit, but a minimum of an hour. Should any of the weights touch the platform a small beep will sound, when you must give three strokes of cane, whip or tawse to the offending part of her anatomy."

  Blackstone looked like a small boy given free run of the toy department. "Yes, yes, of course, Mr Jordan, my pleasure!"

  "I'm sure it will be, Mr Blackstone! I'll leave you to it then. See you in an hour or so." There was the sound of footsteps across the wooden floor as Jordan led Rhoda and Fiona from the room. "Oh, the whips, etc are with the other items." The door slammed behind them, the sound echoing around the room and inside Jane's head.

  Eyes closed, she waited for what was to come. She would turn off and freeze, she could stand this, in an hour or so she would agree to suckle the old fart and be freed. What felt like a saw strummed the taut nylon attached to her clit ring and her eyes flew open. Blackstone had found amongst the items on the table a long stiff feather and he was sawing the tip of it across the cord making her clit thrum.

  Involuntarily she bent her legs to attempt to get away from him and there came a sharp beep as the weight hit the floor under her. It was what he had been waiting for; the tawse came down hard across her nates, luckily for her making her go rigid with shock. One, nghh! Two, eeek! Three, aaagh!

  The weights that swung and hung from their tender anchorages were a device of wicked simplicity. At first it was bearable but as time went on it was not only the erotic torment of dildo, feather, ice and fur that made her jerk and swing her tethers but the strain of having to hold her legs rigidly straight to keep the weights from the platform. At the last, even though her bottom and boobs felt tenderised and swollen in the extreme she was forced to lower the weights to the floor and accept punishment, just to give respite to her aching anchors.

  It was to be longer than an hour before Blackstone asked her if she would like to suckle him. Her pinioned arms had long lost all feeling. Her tits were swollen and tender. Her ass felt like an immense balloon hot and tender, she felt it must glow.

  She suckled desperately at Blackstone's rejuvenated cock, taking him as deep in to her throat then letting him slide from her but taking him deep again before his prick could slip from her mouth. How her desperate little tongue worked overtime! There was no way she was going to fail to please, she wanted to give the old bastard a heart attack!

  With her nose ring released and the gag pulled from between her aching jaws she had almost bitten off his prick in her eagerness to get free. Jane suckled his tool avidly, the flavour of her own juices adding to the occasion, ignoring the huge white softness of his stomach as it butted her face. His last act before asking the question of her had been to fit her out with buzzing dildos both back and front.

  The weights seemed to have grown in size the pull on them agonising. Yet incredibly, as she suckled, she came.

  She had been used by feather, dildo and prick in both ass and sex and yet, and yet, she could hardly believe it of herself, again and again she had climaxed. It seemed to be time out of number that she had come, making her knees go weak letting the weights hit the floor allowing that whiskery, wicked old sod to beat her anew. Which seemed to give fresh ardour to his fondling, sucking and fucking.

  She was a work of art, his work of art! He walked around her for a last look. Totally satiated, Blackstone knew that it would be days before he would be able to manage another erection. The girl had won in the end. She had come and come again. He knew that, as exhausted as she was, if he had the strength to continue she would rise to another orgasm. But still one last look at his work for the memory of this and the video of his efforts would carry him sexually into his retirement. The video would be kept in security box for return to Jordan on his death but he could live again and again this day.

  Her ass and pussy were wet with their combined spendings. The petals of her pussy gaped like a wilting orchid, a droplet of its nectar dripped from her clit ring. The tremble in her legs made her firm wide spread buttocks quiver, it made her flaming rear seem to shimmer with heat. The clit tether almost hummed like a primitive stress gauge gone wild.

  Those love jugs! Were they swollen? It was almost impossible to say; with her arms pinioned so tightly behind her she could have modelled for a bomb rack carrying block busters. Her stretched teats certainly looked it and he had worked that lush pendulous breast flesh time and again with the silken cat 'o-nine tails.

  She had closed those lovely big eyes. How often had he made those start wide! And that pouting mouth, the sensations that had imposed had finished him off most certainly. The girl was too tired to lick off the remnants of his last efforts, she did look a delicious slut. Was that a twitch in his cock? No, just a phantom. Blackstone gave a deep sigh compounded of satisfaction and disappointment.

  It was in a daze Jane felt the tethers and weights being removed from her teats and she almost came wi
th relief as her clit was freed. With numb arms she gathered her tender boobs to her when released from the cuffs. Patiently she waited as he cranked the stand to a lower position so that she could slip herself free.

  "Well, Jane, I hope you have learnt a lesson in obedience from your session?" Her Master had entered the room silently and stood looking at his lovely ravaged slave.

  Chapter 11. Preparing for an adventure.

  It had been a delightfully normal day. Money in her pocket to spend on any frivolous personal item she might want. No budget to keep to, no fear of overdraft. And the looks! Not that she hadn't had her fair share of admiring glances before her transformation but these were different both in quantity and strength of reaction. One man had walked into a lamp-post. And when she had run up the stairs to the mezzanine floor of the mall, her bra only slightly damping the movement of her breasts, a young man had missed his step and almost fallen head over heels down them. She had learned to move in a more studied and considered manner but there were still times she forgot.

  Sat relaxing in the coffee shop, Jane had known she was the centre of many covert glances and had felt herself become aroused. Positioned so that she could see around the plaza and at the same time admire her own reflection in the mirror tiled panels on the walls, she revelled in it all. Rarely had she been so aware of her own body. The tightness of her jeans and the way in which the welt of material at the crotch split open her labia. Even the constriction of the bra she wore to minimise the show of her big ringed teats through her shirt made her think of hands gripping and manipulating her breasts. Never had she felt more attractively female.

  "Jane, I need you back here in time to prepare yourself for a function tonight. Be ready to leave for it at seven thirty. Out." It still felt strange to have her Master's voice in her head at any time of the day or night. She shifted on the seat to conceal the start the sudden announcement had caused. Well, she had another hour or so before she need start back, or she could start back and enjoy a private hour or so on her own before she got ready for the evening. Yes, that was what she would do. A slow walk back, basking in the lustful looks and an hour calming the moist warmth starting between her thighs.

  Almost before the door closed she had skimmed out of her jeans, that now damp lump of material at the crotch had made its presence felt to an even greater degree on the stroll back. She hadn't bothered to remove her bra and blouse and was enjoying the cool air around her heated pussy but it did little to ease that familiar feeling that had come upon her.

  Still half dressed, she had pushed the large soft armchair into position in front of the mirrored door of the clothes closet and sat. Automatically she spread her naked thighs, her hand dropping to her baby smooth pussy. It was, as Jane had begun to accept as the norm, moist and ready.

  It was still the face of a stranger that stared at her from the mirror but she had ceased to start when she unexpectedly caught sight of her reflection. A smug glow of narcissistic self-satisfaction filled her and her pussy moistened further. This was her! This beautiful lush bodied woman was Jane Brown.

  Her highlighted labial folds seemed to swell under her fingers and she spread her legs over wide over the arms of the chair so that she could see all of her adorned area. Her fat pink clit swelling from its plum coloured hood, the tight bud of her anus an erotic rose. All was revealed.

  With her left hand Jane slid free the fancy buttons that held closed the blouse. The large bra that she wore whilst in what she had started to call "The Outside" now seemed to squeeze uncomfortably her near permanently tumescent breasts. Slipping her hand first in one, then the other, she pulled each breast in turn free of the restricting cups. Her ringed nipples seeming to spring erect with a life of their own. The sheer visual eroticism of her own body made her close to orgasm and she bit a full lip between her even white teeth and moaned.

  Jane had not even an inkling that her sexual drives had been artificially boosted; she accepted the increased desires as proof that she was now a real woman. Her fingers delved even deeper into her wet snatch as she thought of her first days of bond service.

  What would tonight bring? She felt her sex convulse and grip tight her delving fingers.

  The knock at the door and the almost simultaneous entry of Fiona into the room took Jane completely by surprise. Her fingers shot from the depths of their warm wet nest and she sat up straight in the armchair. It was in vain she tried to cover her twin torpedoes, her underslung bra made it near impossible to do so as it pulled them ultra high on her chest.

  "Playing sticky fingers, are we? Well, don't worry, we're all at it here, it often becomes a form of group therapy." Fiona was shrugging out of her tight dress as she spoke. "I came to take you for dressing but in fact as I'm early I think I'll join in the action." The neat corset clad figure leaned over Jane and, placing hands on shoulders, pushed her back in to the soft upholstery where the softness of the chair’s embrace made struggling near impossible. She scarcely had time to take in the neat but not overlarge bosom and the tiny corseted wait above the sweet curve of hip before soft full lips mashed them against hers and a tongue snaked its way into her mouth.

  The kiss lasted for several minutes, completely stopping all remonstration whilst Fiona's small, educated hands worked their seduction. By the time her mouth left Jane's and clamped over an erect teat, Jane was lost. When a long agile tongue slithered between her labia and clung limpet-like to her clit she would have ignored the last trump for Fiona to continue.

  She was not quite certain how she found herself on the floor head to toe with Fiona with their breasts rubbing against each other but as she was on top and had no recollection of getting there, it was obviously a skill that Fiona had practised more than once.

  Jane's head was sunk deep between Fiona's, her hands cupped and lifted her firm cheeks. She was aided by heels that dug into the thick pile of the carpet. The stiffness of Fiona's corseting made it hard to bend and offer her pussy for attention.

  As Jane lapped the sweet ringed grotto, paying in kind for the favours her own was receiving, she tried to lift her head for a moment to draw fresh air in to her lungs but she felt two hands take a teat in each of them and tug her back to her work. She gasped with surprise but as the small soft hands began to milk her sensitive nipples she was deluged with delightful sensations. She nipped Fiona's succulent bud between her even white teeth and began to worry it with her teeth as a bitch might tease her puppies. There was a wet explosion and Jane collapsed on Fiona's hard corseted frame as together they came.

  Groggily they managed to get to their feet, grinning sheepishly at each other. "I knew I sometimes found other women sexy but I never realised I swung both ways," said Jane.

  "You learn new things about yourself here all the time: the one thing you learn here is that you don't fight against anything here - well not usually," amended Fiona, giggling. She stood, one hip thrust out, as she re-adjusted her stockings until they were as taut and smooth as before. "But for now I think you had better get showered for I don't want to be blamed for you being late. I've managed to avoid a whipping for at least a fortnight!" She stroked her own delicious peach of an ass before picking up her dress and struggling into it.

  The room where a robe clad Jane was taken to was obviously a communal one. It looked like a cross between a locker room and a costume department of a theatre. There were closets around the walls, each with a card bearing a girl’s name fitted into a holder on the door. The newest of these bore Jane's, there was only a single costume in hers with matching shoes neatly placed beneath it. "Don't worry, you'll soon have a closet full of costumes. Only your day to day clothes are kept in your room." Fiona indicated a closet with her name on it. "Mine is just full of them." As the hanger was lifted from the wardrobe into the bright light of the room Jane felt her eyes widen in wonder. "There you are, Cinderella, you will go to the ball!" One perfect eyebrow went up as she pulled a wry face, her features curiously at odds with such a human response. "Don't wo
rry about losing the glass slipper though, or the twelve o'clock curfew. You’re more likely to find yourself screwed witless by midnight, either by our Master, one of his compatriots," again the quizzical look, "or even it could be a group benefit for the gang." Jane wished fervently that she didn't blush quite so easily. "Mind you I wouldn't mind changing places with you, but come on, let's get you dressed."

  The costume was of a cream material inlaid with silver and a rich purple red metal, it glistened in the light as Fiona removed it from the hanger and Jane thought she had never seen anything more beautiful in her life. The skirt, silk shot with the same silver and purple thread, formed intricate patterns hung in twin panels, one at the front the other at the back. The material, though beautiful, looked slightly baggy and out of shape. It was only when Fiona pulled the concealed closures at either sides down so that it fitted tight around Jane's legs, transforming her into a near mono legged creature, that she realised that the slightly seated appearance of the material had in fact been manufactured like that so the skirt would cup and display her firm shapely bottom rather than flattening it. She admired the fit and the way every lush curve of hip and ass was displayed. "Not so much a dress to wear, more one to make them ejaculate prematurely!" The W.C.Fields voice made Jane laugh as she looked down at the corset bodice where it hung ready to be laced around her. Here the silver and purple motif woven in to the skirt was repeated but with greater definition and detail.

  "Fiona, there are no laces."

  "Ah ha you haf noticed the deliberate mistake!" A finger was pointed dramatically upwards as she became a mad scientist. "Tonight you will haf your first eggsperience of zee infernal machine! Please stand to one zide pleeze." The skirt of the dress did in fact stretch to allow Jane to take short strides. Fiona watched appreciatively as, holding up the bodice, Jane jiggled to one side of the room, the material stretching and contracting around her well defined bottom. On with the work in hand, thought Fiona, and pulled from a cupboard a metal stand on which a device of gears and cams was mounted. It looked very much like the jaws of some 1930's version of a robot. Directed to stand in front of the stand, Jane could see Fiona in one of the mirrors and, as she held the loose garment around herself, watched as Fiona fitted the teeth of the jaws into the sides of her corset. At last satisfied, she began to wind a small handle and the jaws began to close, tightening the corset around Jane. Several times Jane had to call a halt to allow her body to acclimatise. It wasn't that the corset was any tighter than she was used to, well not a lot, just that there was a remorselessness about the machine that wasn't there when you laced yourself by more conventional methods.