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Et Tu, Jennifer? by Adrian Hunter [3/3] [bd]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
ET TU, JENNIFER?
By Adrian Hunter
This can't be the right place, Jennifer thought as she
parked her car. She checked the piece of paper Robert had
given her. It didn't say anything about a do-it-yourself storage
place, but the address checked out.
It took Jennifer a while to figure out that Unit #S-11 was
way in the back. She moved quickly through the rows of
single-story sheds, the darkness only occasionally punctuated
by dim naked bulbs hanging randomly over the garage doors.
She didn't hear or see anyone else in the entire complex.
This is truly crazy, she told herself. But she couldn't
deny the excitement was close to unbearable.
It had been more than a week since Jennifer had enjoyed
dinner with her best friend Karen's husband Robert. After
spending several hours hogtied in his front closet, she had
written a list of her most secret bondage fantasies as she had
been instructed.
She didn't recall anything about a deserted industrial
park on the outskirts of town, but she didn't have much choice
now.
Here we are...now, what's that combination for the lock?
Jennifer threw up the garage door and peered into the
blackness within. Gotta be a light switch somewhere...maybe
by the door...aha!
Fluorescent tubes flickered and caught as Jennifer
hurried to pull down the door before anyone else could see
what was waiting inside.
A hanger holding a black latex teddy with matching
stockings and shoulder-length opera gloves dangled down from
a solitary chain suspended in the middle of the ceiling.
Underneath it was the oversized briefcase lying between two
metal loops screwed into the concrete floor about three feet
apart. Upon closer inspection, Jennifer noticed the short chains
padlocked to the rings, and the big opened lock on the end of
the ceiling chain. Otherwise, the room was empty.
"Oh, my," she said out loud.
She put down her purse and walked over to inspect the
slippery-looking lingerie. Doesn't look like my size. She felt a
flush of titillation. Good.
She began peeling off her clothes.
Once she was naked, she opened the briefcase. On top
were two set of three-inch wide cuffs made of polished black
leather with gleaming silver hardware and four padlocks...one
for each of the double straps. Underneath those was some kind
of web-like contraption that Jennifer deduced was a harness
designed to cover the lower part of her face with a single piece
of rubber. Oh, and here's the ball for my mouth. Ewww.
But all these devilish toys seemed positively benign
compared with the shoes she found at the bottom of the
briefcase.
"He must be kidding," she said to the empty room as she
inspected the long, supple calfskin boots. The heels were at
least seven inches long. And the part for her foot looked like it
was designed for a ballerina from hell.
At the very bottom was a bottle of talcum powder. How
thoughtful. The cunning little scumbag.
Jennifer shivered as she took the teddy and stockings off
the hanger and tried to figure out the best way to put them on.
After powdering herself, she sat down on the cold floor and
began rolling the stockings into a thick ring so she could unroll
them up her legs. After several minutes of exertion, she pulled
them taut so their tops grazed the crease where her legs met her
pubic region.
Hmmm, nice. Now the teddy...
She stepped into the leg holes and began tugging it over
her hips, stomach and chest. She had to bend down to pull the
straps over her shoulders, and when she stood up straight, she
felt all the air being pushed out of her body.
That's...kinda...snug...she thought as the latex dug deep
between her legs and squeezed tight against her torso. She
became instantly aware of the inch-wide gash in the crotch as
her pussy was pushed through the opening so its lips stuck out
temptingly.
It took Jennifer a little longer to figure out why the
rubber was so constricting across her breasts. Two slits had
been cut into the latex, so she presumed she was supposed to
pull her tits out through them. This wasn't easy, nor was
pulling on the gloves.
Jennifer arched a foot, slipped it into one of the shoes,
sighed, and began lacing it up. When she had them both on,
she stood up, and immediately started to tip over. Man, this is
ridiculous, she thought as she regained her balance and tried to
take tiny little steps around the room. It's like being trapped in
a permanent pirouette.
Time for the gag. The rubber tasted awful in her mouth,
and it took her a while to figure out how the straps were
supposed to be arranged behind and over the top of her head.
When she was finished dressing herself, Jennifer felt a
bit woozy from the erotic flashes. She looked down at her
breasts poking out from the teddy like twin whales washed up
on a blackened beach, and wished she had a mirror. Oh, well.
The cuffs would have to do.
OK, put them on...whoops, don't snap both padlocks...
attach to the chains...can't...quite...reach...there...shit.
Jennifer stood splayed in the middle of the room and
cursed her impatience. Robert had never said what time he
would be meeting her here.
And did he definitely say tonight?
She was only a little thankful that most of her weight
was hanging from her arms, because it made it a little easier to
stand in the ballet heels. But still...maybe if I just...
Nope, definitely not going anywhere soon.
Where is he anyway?
Damndamndamn...
Time stopped for an eternity, then Jennifer broke the
silence with a yelp when she heard someone working the latch
on the garage door.
She began shaking as it slowly rose noisily up its
runners. Then her heart jumped when she saw someone duck
under the door.
It wasn't Robert.
"Well, hi!"
Karen!
"How's it going? You look goooood."
Jesus!
"Surprised, Jennifer?"
She smacked her riding crop into the leather glove on her
hand.
"Me, too."
Jennifer's eyes were as round as Frisbees. There stood
Karen in leather breeches and thigh-high riding boots with a
red jacket covering a white silk shirt knotted around her waist.
She was carrying a large suitcase that looked like a larger
version of the briefcase.
"Robert's told me everything. We're like that as a
couple. No secrets. Especially a juicy one like this."
Karen strode behind Jennifer and gave her bare ass a
hard pinch.
"I especially like the list, Jen. So creative. And
perverted. I never knew."
She walked back around and stood in front of Jennifer's
suspended body.
"Man, I wish I had your tits."
Karen reached out and grabbed one of Jennifer's nipples
between her leather-clad thumb and forefinger..
"I guess I do tonight."
She tightened her grip and slowly pulled her breast
toward her.
"Mmmm."
Her other gloved hand jerked forward to slap Jennifer's
stretched flesh.
"Yes indeed. A fine pair of hooters."
Jennifer couldn't believe it. How could Robert tell her?
The crop became a blur as it smacked Jennifer's crotch.
"I've always wanted to try being the master, but Robert
never lets me."
Smack, this time on her ass.
"But this is almost better."
Smack, smack across her breasts.
"Much better."
Smack smack smack smack.
"Oh, I like it when you moan and groan. Is that what I
sound like? No wonder Robert likes it so much."
By the time Karen put down her crop, the exposed parts
of Jennifer's body were burning bright red.
"Wanna see something cool?"
Karen reached into a side pocket on her jacket and pulled
out a huge plastic dildo in three sections of increasing width so
it looked a bit like a Christmas tree. Reaching into the other
side pocket, she pulled out a tube of K-Y and began squirting
the jelly along the sides of the monstrous plug.
"Don't be so bashful. After all..."
Karen walked behind her captive and pushed the tip into
Jennifer's defenseless hole.
"You deserve it."
Jennifer could do nothing to stop the intruder from its
fateful journey deep into her resistant cavity.
"There we go...hold on...let me just stretch the rubber
over the base...ah...perfect."
So big...so...full...Jennifer's breathing turned into grunts.
Reaching inside her jacket, Karen retrieved two long,
thin pieces of metal with what looked like spurs from a cowboy
boot on their ends.
"I think they're for making pies or something. But look
what we can do with them."
Karen pressed the sharp points of the wheels underneath
Jennifer's breasts and drew them up over her nipples, then
sideways under her arms.
Jennifer's body tightened involuntarily, which caused a
most unpleasant sensation in her lower abdomen.
"Neat, huh? Try this."
Karen ran the spurs around the bare tops of her thighs,
then wheeled them lightly across the exposed parts of her
pussy.
"Well, we can save those for later. They work a lot
better when you're completely naked."
Jennifer stared at her friend with horror as Karen picked
up her crop from the floor. Every strike made her ass contract
into a deeper agony, but she couldn't do much more than wince.
"That's enough for now."
Jennifer hung limply from her bonds as she watched
Karen open the suitcase. First she pulled out a long adjustable
metal bar, then a shorter version with two wide cuffs on the
end. Next came a few coils of nylon rope. Finally, she brought
out a rubber arm binder that didn't look much wider than one of
the gloves she was already wearing.
"Hmmm, let's see...better start with the rope."
Karen went to work harnessing Jennifer's upper body in
hemp. When she was finished, she tied one end of a long line
to the rope between her breasts, then stood on the briefcase to
thread it through the metal ring in the ceiling. After some
deliberation, she knotted the other end to the rope between
Jennifer's still-spread legs.
What's with the slack, Jennifer wondered.
Karen reached up and unlocked Jennifer's wrists from
the chain.
Can't...keepmybalenceoh...
Jennifer fell backward until the rope went tight, leaving
her suspended in a semi-sitting position.
"Ouch."
Karen walked behind Jennifer and knelt down.
"Give me your hands."
Jennifer hesitated for a moment, but she knew her fate
was already sealed.
"Very good."
The gloves were replaced with the binder that fused
Jennifer's elbows, as well as a large section of her upper arms.
"Wow. Now I know why I wouldn't let Robert use one
of those on me."
Jennifer closed her eyes and tried not to think about what
her weight on the rope between her legs was doing to the butt
plug.
Karen adjusted the long spreader bar between Jennifer's
ankles, then secured it so the chains holding her feet to the floor
were taut. The shorter one went between her thighs.
"Almost done, girl."
Jennifer felt something being attached to the end of the
binder, then her arms began stretching down, down, down...
"There," Karen said as she finished tying the end of the
rope to the long spreader bar. "That should keep you for a
while."
Jennifer hung her head back and yowled into her gag
like an animal caught in a trap. The tension of the rope pulling
down on her arms was beyond awful, but it was easily matched
by the rope around her breasts...between her legs...and the
plug...
"Oh, I almost forgot...you wrote something about nipple
clamps..."
Karen pulled out a pair of evil-looking pincers with
metal tips and thick springs. Long chains trailed off from the
joints where the handles crossed.
"Try these."
Oh...oh...OH...OH...
Karen stood on the suitcase again so she could push the
chains through the loop hanging down from the ceiling.
Oops, too short, Jennifer thought when she saw the ends
hanging maybe a foot over her suspended torso.
Then Karen reached into her jacket and pulled out two
metal balls with small hooks sticking out of them.
"Found these in Robert's grandfather's basement. Don't
really know what they were for, but they sure are heavy."
She slipped the hooks around the last links of the chains,
then let the balls drop from her hand.
Jennifer though her tits were going to tear off her body.
"Ah. Perfect."
Karen stood back to admire her handiwork.
"Oh, stop whimpering. You asked for this. Hell, you
wrote it down."
Jennifer barely heard her friend's admonitions.
"I think I'm going to let you think about this for a while.
Oh, don't worry. Robert should be here. Eventually. And once
I'm sure you two are having fun, I'm going to give David a call
and invite him over for some friendly foreplay. Who knows?
Maybe we'll even take a little drive out this way."
Jennifer groaned and tried to arch her back.
"Something about the punishment fitting the crime. But
we can still be friends."
Karen pulled up the garage door.
"Or something."
The fluorescent lights went dark.
"And hey, nice shoes."
Karen's laughter was cut off by the creaking of the door's
wheels as they shot down their runners, then slammed shut.
-End-
Adrian Hunter [email protected]
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