Roll of The Dice

Vanessa listened in horror. Everything she had intended to do to Jack was now being done to her, except that she was an amateur and Erin was a seasoned professional. Another wave of pleasure ran up and down her pussy and arse. Erin was pleased that the prototype was working as planned; the girls in the lab were geniuses. She looked down at Vanessa, trapped and helpless. “Now to completely break this bitch,” she thought to herself. 

Erin began to remove her clothing, her movements precise and deliberate. She shrugged off the riding jacket, letting it fall to the floor, then unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the lace strained against her ample breasts. With a quick twist of the front-release clasp, they spilled free, hanging low and heavy. Her large nipples protruded from the deep brown areolas, hard and prominent.

Next came the boots. She sat on a chair, crossing one leg over the other to unzip and kick each one off. Standing, she shimmied out of her breeches, leaving her in only the matching black lace panties. Vanessa, watching from the floor, thought she could see a distinct dampness darkening the fabric between Erin's legs.

But Erin didn't stay undressed for long. She pulled the tall boots back on, the leather creaking as she zipped them up. Then, from her bag, she produced a pair of tight-fitting leather gloves. She pulled them on, forcing her hands into each one, wiggling her fingers to get a perfect, second-skin fit. Now fully booted and gloved, her body almost entirely bare, she looked more dangerous than ever.

Vanessa looked up in panic as Erin stood over her, legs planted apart to give her a clear view of her dripping pussy. Through the glistening, dark hairs, Vanessa could see the flushed red and purple of her labia. Erin bent down, her fingers finding the ball gag. With a sharp twist, the outer shell popped off, revealing a funnel-shaped interior Vanessa couldn't see but could instantly feel as the airflow changed.

Erin moved forward, grabbing Vanessa's ears to hold her head steady. Then, without warning, she let loose. A hot stream of piss flowed freely from the older woman's pussy. Because of the awkward angle, much of it missed the mark, splashing across Vanessa's face and into her hair, but enough found the funnel to force Vanessa to cough and sputter as she was made to swallow. The acrid liquid burned her eyes and ran down her cheeks in rivulets.

When the stream finally slowed to a trickle, Erin lowered herself onto Vanessa's tits. She slid down her torso, using her body as a towel, wiping the last remnants of her piss across Vanessa's skin until she came to rest on her stomach.

Straddling Vanessa's stomach, Erin reached down with her leather-gloved hands and twisted her nipples fiercely. A muffled scream sounded from behind the gag. After a moment, Erin grew bored and stood, walking out of the room, leaving Vanessa lying in a cooling pool of her own urine. Tears streamed freely down Vanessa's cheeks, carving clean tracks through the drying filth.

In the lounge, Erin was pleased to see the little blue pill she'd forced down Jack's throat earlier was still doing its job. He was rock hard. She took his cock in her hand, leaned forward, and rubbed the head against her clit. A soft sigh escaped her lips. It felt good. She closed her eyes and let him slip inside her just a little deeper. Jack moaned from within the hood. If not for the awkward angle, she would have ridden him right then, but that pleasure would come later.

She picked up the scissors she had used to shear his hair and started snipping the zip ties that bound his limbs. He groaned as he moved his stiff arms and legs for the first time. The last tie around his head was cut, and with a heavy thud, he rolled right off the table and onto the floor.

Erin nudged Jack's prone body with the toe of her leather boot. "On your knees," she commanded, her voice sharp and lacking patience.

He groaned, a low, muffled sound of pain from behind the hood. His limbs were stiff, his muscles screaming after hours of immobility. With a herculean effort, he pushed himself up, his arms trembling as he found his balance on his knees. Erin wasted no time, snapping a leather leash to the metal ring on his collar and giving it a cruel tug.

Blinded by the oppressive rubber hood, Jack's world was a muffled, suffocating darkness. He had no choice but to follow the persistent pull, crawling awkwardly on the hardwood floor. The journey upstairs was slow and agonizing, his knees and palms protesting with each step. Erin guided him like an animal into Vanessa's bedroom, the scent of her perfume a cruel mockery in the air.

The bed was a chaotic tangle of straps and metal buckles—precisely the restraints Vanessa had carefully arranged, planning her own night of domination. A smirk played on Erin's lips as she effortlessly swept the entire mess onto the floor with a dismissive flick of her wrist.

The leash was jerked again and shuffled onto the bed as instructed, his movements clumsy and unsure. Erin worked with practiced efficiency. She took a set of heavy steel manacles and locked first one wrist, then the other, stretching his arms wide and chaining them to the bedposts above his head. She moved to the foot of the bed, pulling his legs together before locking his ankles to a single point at the end of the frame, leaving him spread and completely exposed.

His cock, still traitorously hard from the Viagra, rose from his body. Erin leaned over, a wicked glint in her eye. With a sharp flick of her fingers, she gave it a playful slap, watching it bounce in response.

Her hand drifted down to her pussy, and she closed her eyes, her fingers gently circling her clit as her mind calculated the next, more exquisite phase of Vanessa's humiliation. With a heavy sigh of satisfaction, she pulled her fingers away and wiped them clean on Jack's stomach.

She left him there, helpless and hard, and went back downstairs. Vanessa was exactly where she'd left her, still lying in the cooling pool of piss, her body twitching as the relentless waves of pleasure washed over her.

Time to shift gears, Erin thought.

She grabbed Vanessa's ankles and dragged her out of the mess. Vanessa groaned in protest as her back and arms scraped painfully along the tiled floor. Erin reached for her cigarettes and lit one, her eyes closing briefly as she took that first, satisfying drag. She tossed the pack and lighter back onto the table, then plopped herself down heavily on Vanessa's stomach.

Vanessa's eyes, wide with panic, stared up at the smiling predator above her. Erin took another long drag from her cigarette, then grasped Vanessa's face, squeezing her cheeks hard against the gag. She leaned in, her lips close to the opening, and blew a long, steady stream of smoke directly into the tube.

Vanessa, a non-smoker, immediately started coughing and wheezing as the acrid smoke flooded her lungs. Erin quickly covered the opening with her leather-gloved hand, sealing the smoke inside and forcing Vanessa to inhale it until her coughing turned into ragged, tearful gasps.

Erin made a ritual of it. With each drag, she would lean down and force the harsh smoke into the tube, sealing it in until Vanessa's coughs died down. By the time the cigarette was down to the filter, Vanessa felt lightheaded and nauseous, her eyes watering and squinting. She saw the glowing orange tip of the cigarette inching toward her face and tried to flinch away, but Erin's grip was like iron.

She felt the intense heat against her cheek, but at the last possible second, Erin pulled away and stomped out the cigarette on the floor beside her head. Vanessa heard the wet sizzle as it was crushed into the tile.

Erin picked up the smoldering stub. For the second time that night, she pushed it down the gag's tube, depositing the foul, spent filter into Vanessa's mouth. Then, she leaned in and placed her own mouth over the opening, letting a long, thick string of drool slide down the tube to mix with the bitter taste of ash.

A final, cruel smile played on Erin's lips as she picked up the stopper and screwed it back into place, sealing everything nice and tight.

Vanessa barely had time to reflect on the ashen taste coating her tongue or the drool that had helped her swallow the crushed filter before Erin was on her feet again, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

"Up, cunt," she ordered.

Vanessa cried out into the gag as her scalp protested in pain. She scrambled to her feet as best she could, her bound hands throwing her off balance. Erin stepped back, kicking a chair into position behind her. She picked up her phone, her thumb moving with cold precision.

A click, and the belt around Vanessa's waist loosened, hanging only by the nub buried in her backside and the connection to her wrists. Another click, and it completely detached from the wrist cuffs, held in place only by the plug deep inside her. As it slipped free, a soft click echoed, signaling that the magnetic cuffs had locked her hands together behind her back.

Erin grabbed the dangling belt and pulled down hard. The nub was ripped from Vanessa's behind with a rough, painful yank. A sudden, hollow emptiness washed over her. She felt the loss of the pleasure the belt had given, the strange, desperate refuge it had provided from the humiliation of her ordeal. It was gone, leaving only the cold, hard reality of her situation.

Erin threw the discarded belt on the floor and pushed a hard-backed chair against Vanessa's legs.

"Sit down," she ordered.

Vanessa collapsed onto the chair, a sharp gasp swallowed by the gag as her bound arms were painfully pressed between her body and the chair's rigid back. Erin went back to her holdall and pulled out a heavy, rolled-up cargo strap. She wrapped it around Vanessa's stomach, then threaded the loose end through the slats in the chair back, first just below her tits, then above them, forming a harness of thick webbing.

She pushed the end through the ratchet mechanism and secured it. Vanessa heard the ominous click-click-click as Erin began tightening it. She felt the strap bite into her stomach, then her ribs, then her chest. The pressure was intense, like a vise slowly crushing her against the chair. She thought her ribs would crack, but just as black spots danced in her vision, the clicking stopped.

Vanessa struggled to take even a shallow breath. She was completely immobilized, a prisoner in her chair. Only her head and legs could still move.

With Vanessa secured to the chair, Erin went back to her bag and pulled out a large pack of industrial-strength zip ties. She looked at Vanessa, a slow, cruel smile spreading across her face as she ripped open the plastic packaging.

"You kids like all your fancy leather and handcuffs," she began, her voice a mocking purr. "They're fun, I'll give you that, but they're expensive and limiting. These little things, on the other hand," she said, holding up a black zip tie, "are cheap, and the only limit is your imagination. Plus, they're incredibly uncomfortable."

She emitted a small laugh as she grabbed Vanessa's ankle. She sharply bent her leg back, pressing her foot toward the chair's rear leg, and secured it with a zip tie. The loud zzzzzip of the plastic tightening was followed by a sharp bite as the strap sliced into her skin. She repeated the process with the other foot.

Even though Vanessa was already immobilized by the cargo strap, the new position was disorienting. With her feet lifted off the floor and pulled back, her body was forced forward, adding even more agonizing pressure to her already compressed torso. She snorted in protest into the gag.

Erin moved to stand behind the chair, gently resting her gloved hands on Vanessa's shoulders. She leaned in, her warm breath brushing Vanessa's ear as she flicked it with her tongue.

"Are we having fun yet, bitch?" she whispered. "I am.”

Erin moved away, searching through Vanessa's pantry and kitchen drawers until she found what she needed.

She moved back behind the chair. Vanessa jumped when a thin plastic bag was suddenly pulled over her head and tightened around her neck. Instant, primal panic took hold. Her head thrashed side to side, arching forward and back, but Erin's grip remained like steel.

"The more you fight, the faster you'll run out of air," Erin told her, her voice completely matter-of-fact. "Maybe I should get another zip tie. Then I could just stand here and watch you suffocate."

The bag was already starting to cling to Vanessa's cheeks, expanding and contracting with each desperate, limited breath. Her movements slowed, the fight draining from her. Black dots floated in her vision, and a dull, heavy throb began pounding in her skull.

Just as the world began to turn gray, the bag was torn away. Cool air swept over her sweat-drenched skin as she gasped urgently through her nose, her body desperate for oxygen.

Vanessa flinched as Erin's hand began roughly rubbing her head, a gesture of mock affection. "Your hair's a bit of a mess, dear," Erin said in a sickly sweet tone. "We'll do something about that in a minute."

She reached into her seemingly bottomless bag and pulled out a tightly coiled roll of window sash cord. She held it up for Vanessa to see. "Another economy item with multiple uses," she said, ripping open the cardboard packaging and letting it fall to the floor.

She tied one end of the cord to the stretcher bar beneath the chair's seat. After pulling the rest of the roll loose, she took the other end and threaded it through the metal ring at the front of Vanessa's collar. She pulled it down between her legs, beneath the stretcher bar, then looped it back up, threading it through the collar's ring again. With a sharp, strong tug, she pulled the cord tight, causing Vanessa's head and shoulders to bend down as far as the cargo straps would allow. Erin then secured it to the stretcher bar and stepped back to admire her work.

Vanessa's body was a distorted sculpture of discomfort. Each binding pulled her in a different direction, twisting her into an unnatural shape.

Erin smiled, pleased with the result. She leaned forward and unbuckled the strap around Vanessa's head, freeing the gag. A large puddle of drool immediately spilled from Vanessa's mouth, dripping onto the seat between her legs.

“We won’t be needing that for a while,” She told Vanessa, then “Silence.”  The collar beeped indicting it had been placed back into silence mode.