Panic-stricken, he looked around. He found that on either side of him was a metal pole set in the floor at an angle. Totally naked, he was secured, in a standing, forward leaning position to the poles. The leather straps that bound him were set in grooves so that he could neither raise his feet nor lower his arms. Closing his eyes, he thought:
“This must be a fuckin’ nightmare.” But when he opened them again he knew he couldn’t deceive himself as to the reality of his position: about 14 feet away, John was tied up in a similar position. Both of them could only move their heads and give muffled grunts.
Derek’s thoughts raced. Where were Andrea and Lottie? Then he remembered their fondness for leather and rubber gear and their laughing reference to ‘domination’. “Christ, they must have drugged us and carried us down here!”
As they were both strong, fit women the task would not have been an impossible one. Did they intend keeping John and himself captive? Hardly, too risky. Did they intend torturing them? Were they going to use them as playthings in some degenerate orgy?
The room was warm and well lit. Derek assumed it was a cellar because there was no sign of any windows. It contained gymnasium equipment and there were rich, heavy rugs and carpets scattered around the floor.
After a while he heard a door opening behind him and the tap tap of approaching high heels. It was Andrea and Lottie. In boggle eyed amazement he watched as they walked to a point about 10 feet opposite him. Then they turned and stood facing him, silent, impassive.
Andrea was wearing latex bra and briefs and thigh length leather boots. Lottie’s bra and briefs were leather and her legs were encased in long grip-top latex stockings. They were both wearing ‘evening gloves’ – Andrea’s in leather, Lottie’s in latex. Eye masks and rowelled ‘cowboy’ spurs added a further kinky touch to the taut, jet-black, shimmering outfits. Again and again Derek’s eyes travelled over the six-inch spike heels, the vicious looking spurs, the leather and rubber encased legs that contrasted with the creamy upper thighs, the richly rounded hips and proud pudendas with their skimpy triangles of material, the big bulging breasts sitting half exposed in their cups, and the tempting, ruby lips, offset by the menacing masks.
After a few minutes the women walked over towards him slowly, almost coquettishly, hips rotating with sexual promise. Their demeanour was so sinister and bizarre, yet at the same time so erotic and sensual, that Derek, despite his apprehension about their intentions, could feel his prick beginning to rise.
It was soon erect and rampant as they threw themselves on his body. Kissing, licking, fondling, kneading, their soft lips, lascivious tongues and practised hands explored every naked inch. Their smooth arms coiled round him. Their luxuriant curves and long legs pressed sensually against him. The increasingly wanton embraces of two concupiscent women and the lubricious feel of rubber and leather sliding over his skin was a new and erotic sensual experience for Derek. His body tingled with pleasure, his loins grew hot with desire. He longed to return their caresses and kisses.
Suddenly, after several minutes of ‘foreplay’ they stopped their explorations and stepped back. They then turned and left the room, leaving Derek with his body highly aroused and his mind highly confused. Why bondage? Why the silence? Surely they would get much more pleasure if they allowed him to respond? Their way-out gear was all right with him -in fact, he thought it looked great – but he had never given much consideration to bizarre sex. As the minutes ticked away and his loins quietened he began to grow fearful. What would they do next? So far, they had ignored John.
The door opened again and Lottie walked in. She had taken off her bra and briefs, But it was Andrea’s entrance a few seconds later that sent a shiver of fear up his spine. She had also discarded her bra and briefs, but encircling her hips was a band of rubber between three and four inches wide.
Attached to the groin section was a protrusion shaped like a large erect penis.
“Oh God, no,” cried Derek to himself. “The bitch is going to tuck me with that gadget.” He wanted to cry out. His brain whirled. Could this really be happening?
To Be Continued …
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