Part 3: Chapter 4

The remainder of the trip was spent mostly in silence. Alex only occasionally acknowledged her bound, gagged and blindfolded passenger with some comforting remarks about how everything would be fine. More hours had passed, although Josh, in his current, helpless state, had no idea how long they had been back on the road. He did sense, thanks to the bouncing of the SUV, when they had left more established roadways for rougher, rural roads. Finally, the vehicle slowed, and Josh jumped in his bonds, shocked by the loud horn going off in repeated bursts. There was movement next to him, and he knew Alex had gotten out of the car when the driver’s door slammed shut. He sat in silence, waiting for something to happen. Josh could hear birds and smell the strong aroma of trees, moss and grass wafting through the open driver’s side window. He knew that they were far out in the countryside. The extended time they had spent on the road meant that they were in the middle of nowhere. Josh got antsy, realizing that he was going to be left with a complete stranger, far from what he considered civilization.

His mind wandered as he daydreamed about inbred cannibals and numerous scenes from horror movies. Suddenly, he was jolted back to reality as his door opened and he felt his restraints being unlocked and removed. Still blindfolded and gagged, he could feel Alex’s hands guiding him out of the SUV. He stepped down unsteadily, his bare feet sinking into soft earth. He kept his hands at his sides as he was led away from the vehicle. The dirt turned to cool stone as he stepped onto a flat paved surface. He felt fumbling at the back of his head, and with a plop, his ball gag was pulled from his mouth. The blindfold was removed next, and Josh instinctively kept his eyes closed against the harsh intrusion of bright sunlight, even as he worked his jaw muscles to ease their long hours of stress.

“Open your eyes, boy.”

Josh didn’t recognize the voice, but he couldn’t mistake the tone. He hesitated momentarily and was rewarded by a stinging slap across his face.

“You heard the command 23, don’t make it be repeated,” Alexandra said, standing behind him while gripping his upper arm tightly in her hand.

Josh knew he was in trouble. The new woman was already giving him commands, and Alex had easily followed suit by slipping into the most dominant aspect of her personality.  Josh opened his eyes, unwilling to either get slapped again, or raise the ire of these two women. What he saw was breathtaking. He stood on a smooth stone patio, at the end of a cobblestone path that led back to the SUV. From their positioning, Josh could tell that Alex had walked the path, while he had walked in the soil next to it. The patio continued in front of them towards a huge Victorian house, its white and yellow paint glistening in the sun. He quickly dismissed the idea of this being a house, as obviously it was more of a mansion. A huge, steep staircase, also of polished stone, led the way from the patio to the entry of the magnificent building. But, as impressive as the house was, Josh was taken completely aback by the woman standing before him.

“Joshua, this is my friend Clarissa,” Alexandra said, a huge smile on her face.

He stared at her open mouthed. She was in her early thirties; jet-black hair, long and straight flowed from her head. Her olive toned complexion gave her an exotic, European look that only enhanced her beauty.  She was dressed in an equestrian riding outfit, red velvet waistcoat and skin-tight tan pants accentuated her physical perfection. Under one arm she held her riding helmet, and in her other hand, she nonchalantly twirled a menacing looking riding crop.

“Well, speechless? Should I be jealous 23?”

“No Al…Mistress, I’m sorry. I don’t…” Josh stammered almost comically, lowering his eyes to the ground at Clarissa’s feet. Her riding boots, covered in splotches of mud, were calf high and extremely form fitting, with heels that contradicted the usefulness of the boots.

“Enough.” Alexandra said imperiously. “Greet my friend appropriately.”

Josh did not hesitate, dropping to his knees in front of the woman before him. “Hello Mistress Clarissa.”

“Hello Joshua. I’m very much looking forward to spending some time with you. Alex tells me you can be a very obedient and…resilient slave.”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you for agreeing to watch over me, Mistress.”

“Baby-sit you,” Alex corrected him.

“Yes Mistress, forgive me. Thank you for baby-sitting me Mistress.”

“Well now,” Clarissa said happily, “he certainly seems compliant and eager to please. What say we test that theory, shall we? Joshua, I would like you to clean off the top of my boots please. There are some muddy spots that just won’t do.”

Josh hesitated, his eyes firmly glued to the sight of her mud-encrusted boots.

“Clarissa,” Alexandra cautioned.

“Oh very well,” Clarissa said nonchalantly. “It was worth a try. It’s not like he hasn’t done worse. Perhaps another time. On your feet, Joshua.”

With a heavy sigh of relief, Josh stood once more before the beautiful woman. He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze; well aware of the body hugging garments he wore.

“Do you keep him dressed like this often?” Clarissa said as she circled around behind him. “His outfit doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”

“He has it, so I see no reason why he shouldn’t flaunt it.” Alexandra responded with pride. “But no, this is not his usual attire. I thought it would be a special treat for today.”

Josh blushed as he remembered his walk through the garage and gas station.

“Well,” Clarissa said, finishing her inspection, “let’s go inside, get him situated, then have a drink before we set him up and you head off on your trip.”

“Sounds good,” Alex responded as she turned towards Josh. “Strip 23, now!”

Josh shifted uncomfortably, his weight unevenly distributed between his wrists, cuffed together and attached to a chain hanging from the basement’s ceiling, and the balls of his feet, which were pulled widely apart and chained to the floor. A spreader bar was locked between his ankles, and a ring in the center was connected via another chain to a testicle splitting harness attached to his ball sack. The chain had been adjusted so that his balls were pulled down painfully, any movement of his body increasing the stress they were under. Josh’s shoulders ached from the burden of his weight, the balls of his feet and toes not capable of providing enough support to ease the strain. He groaned into his now replaced ball gag, trying desperately to remain still despite his discomfort.

His momentary hesitation in disrobing had earned him a quick, painful lash from Clarissa’s riding crop. After that, he had pulled off all of his clothes and handed them to Alex. He watched in despair, standing naked out in the open in front of these two goddesses, as Alex took his garments, including his jock, and threw them in back of the SUV. After that, he had followed dutifully as the two women walked up the stairs and into the house. He tried to ignore their conversation, which centered mostly on his smooth shaven body, as they walked through the museum like estate. Passing through several doors and down two flights of stairs, they stopped at the entry to what he could only describe as an honest to goodness dungeon. The bottom of the stairs had led to a stone antechamber, which ended at a heavy wooden door reinforced with a small barred window and steel banded supports. It was right next to the door that the women had left him, hanging in the chill, underground air, as they went off to chat.

Josh wasn’t sure how long he had been left hanging like a side of beef, but the ache in his shoulders and balls, coupled with the chills from the less than comfortable temperature, left him wishing they would return soon, no matter what they had planned for his future.

“We should definitely do this more often,” Alexandra said as she sipped her tea from the dainty white china cup.

“Absolutely,” Clarissa responded, her own cup sitting empty on the tray in front of them. “It’s a shame you live so far away. It’s not like we wouldn’t have plenty to keep Josh occupied while we amused ourselves.”

“Very true,” Alexandra replied after finishing her tea. “You have a very impressive set up downstairs. Too bad we don’t have time to acquaint Josh with some of your other toys.”

“Yes, but he’ll have his hands full as it is. Speaking of that, I have to ask again, are you sure he’s ready?”

“He’ll never be totally ready,” Alex answered. “I doubt anyone, no matter how experienced, would be.”

“Well then, let’s get started.”

Josh could barely contain his fear. The chill from the underground chamber was obvious as goose bumps spread across his naked body. The women had not said a word to him after returning and releasing him from his bondage. All of his restraints had been removed except for his gag, which continued to fill his mouth, silencing him effectively. He was led to another, small room which contained only two wooden chairs. He followed Alex into the room, and was surprised as she reached behind him and unbuckled his gag. With a wet sounding plop, the ball was pulled from his mouth, and he worked his aching jaws as he watched his girlfriend hand the gag to Clarissa then close the heavy door behind them. Alone now with Alexandra, he moved over to one of the chairs as she motioned him to sit. The wood was cold on his bare backside, but he tried to get comfortable as Alex sat down opposite him. He watched her carefully, seeing her sigh heavily, and then listened as she began to talk.

Clarissa stepped aside as Josh walked out, twenty minutes later, followed by Alexandra, her hands on the boy’s shoulders, guiding him. Clarissa was worried. Josh was completely pale, his face a mask of white, eerily accented by his red, bloodshot eyes. It was obvious from his appearance that Josh hadn’t taken the information well, and the woman worried that her project, so long in the planning and preparation stages, would amount to nothing.

“Josh,” Alex said calmly as she turned him to face Clarissa. “Don’t you have something to say to our host?”

Josh’s tearful gaze fell to the floor, and Clarissa swore he was turning paler by the second.

“I hope I will prove to be a worthwhile subject for your experiment,” the panicked boy said, stammering over most of the words. Suddenly, Josh began to crumble to the ground as his legs gave out from under him. Both women reached out quickly, managing to grab hold of the unsteady boy and keep him on his feet.

“I don’t know, Alex…” Clarissa said as she and Alex supported Josh’s weight.

“Don’t worry about it. He’ll be fine. His reaction is understandable considering the circumstances. He’s strong, healthy, and he wants to do this for me. Isn’t that right baby?”

“Y…yes Alex.”

Both Alexandra and Clarissa decided not to point out Josh’s failure to adhere to proper etiquette, allowing some leeway to the still swooning boy. They helped him regain his footing, although he was still unsteady enough to require their support on either side. The women moved him slowly down the corridor, stopping in front of another heavy and securely locked door.

“Well, this is it,” Clarissa said as she used a large key to unlock the very dungeon-esque portal. As she opened the creaking door, she heard Josh whimper slightly, knowing that he was being brought face to face with his fate.

The chamber was not overly large, perhaps the size of a small bedroom. It was all concrete and stone, with only a single light bulb hanging from the ten-foot high ceiling. In stark contrast to the medieval appearance of the surroundings, a table with very modern medical monitoring equipment, tanks, and hoses sat against one wall. Various wires and connectors sat neatly bundled at the sides of the machinery, waiting patiently to be put into use. Josh stared at the bright and obviously out of place technology, until Alex’s hand turned his face gently towards the center of the room. He had missed it entirely. Its color caused it to blend in with the grayish black of the stone walls and floor. Of course, the gaudy machinery and his strained, watery eyes had not helped him focus on it either. He shivered uncontrollably as he looked at the monstrous thing in front of him, horrified and fascinated at the same time.

“So,” Clarissa said as she moved next to it and displayed it with showy hand movements reminiscent of a game show hostess displaying a prize, “what do you think?”

Alex stood next to Josh as he leaned against her both for support and for a feeling of safety. It was even more frightening than he had imagined it would be in the short time since he had been made aware of its existence. It was made of a hard gray material, not metal but more akin to fiberglass, and was shaped like the distorted body of a man in very severe restraint. He knew immediately that the man it had been shaped after was himself; Alex had told him so during their talk. His memory flashed momentarily, back to the time when Alex had playfully taken measurements of his entire body. She had refused to explain why she had done it, saying only that he would find out eventually. He had thought it was for new clothes, but as none materialized, and time passed, he had forgotten about the incident completely.

He studied it carefully, knowing that its proportions would match up almost exactly to his own. The head was smooth and featureless, except for a nose shaped protrusion just below its center and a small hole under that. The neck was stiff and long, longer he thought, than his own. The shoulders led to a single piece behind it, shaped like two arms fused together.  The chest, torso and groin had vague musculature, with two small twist screws at chest level. The legs, like the arms, were fused together into one, with pointed, non-descript feet. Josh could see the seam that ran around the length of it, and knew that it opened into two pieces. He stared at the latches, thirty-two of them, situated along the edge of the seam. They were currently closed, sealing the two pieces of the man shaped casket together. Six of the latches were bigger than the rest, one at the top of the head, one at the bottom, just above the ends of the feet, and two on each side, evenly spaced along the seam. These larger latches were also shut, and were locked in place by hefty padlocks. The whole thing was suspended in the air by two chains, each attached to the end of a bar that was welded to and stuck out horizontally from the back shoulders of the casket, below the neck, but above the joined arms.

 Josh wobbled again as Alexandra grabbed tighter hold of him. Clarissa moved quickly, sliding a chair into the room, then helped Alex lower the swooning boy onto it. Alex knelt down to be at eye level with the distraught young man.

“Do you want something to help you calm down?” She asked him, stroking his face gently.

“N-no, no drugs,” he stammered.

“Okay then, let’s get started,” Alex said as she stood up, signaling Clarissa to wheel over a second table which had been partially concealed by the hanging form. On top of the table were neatly folded stacks of assorted rubber items. The two women carefully began sorting through them.

Josh watched, trying not to hyperventilate as they picked out two thick rubber stockings. The black, glistening garments were handed to him, and he obediently and dejectedly began to pull them over his smooth, hairless legs. The stockings were very tight, and the elasticized top edges dug into the middle of his thighs. He found it extremely difficult to bend his knees or feet in them once they had been pulled up fully into place. Matching over-the-elbow gloves came next. The women had to help him pull on the second one as once he got his left arm fully encased, the boy realized that, although the gloves had separate fingers, they were all attached together inside, rendering his hands useless.

Once his arms had been encased, the women had him stand up. He wobbled again, lightheaded from his situation, but managed to keep his balance as a steel boned, long rubber corset was placed around his waist. He was told to exhale sharply so that the women could buckle the restrictive garment tightly behind his back. Josh fought for breath, now only able to inhale in short, ragged gasps as the corset sealed him in its restrictive embrace.

His arms were then roughly pulled together behind him by Clarissa, who tightened straps over his palms, wrists, forearms, elbows and biceps. She cruelly tugged on the bindings, ensuring that his arms were agonizingly close together and his elbows were just touching before buckling them into position. Josh grunted in pain as his arms and shoulders were placed under considerable stress.

“You were certainly right when you mentioned how flexible he is,” Clarissa said to Alex as the other woman, having removed something else from the wheeled table, approached.

“Oh yes. I can keep him in all kinds of wonderful positions.” Alex turned her gaze to Josh and held up his next item of restraint. “Now baby, this is just the first part of your gag, so don’t worry too much about it yet. She smiled reassuringly, and then quickly buckled an extremely large ring gag around her boyfriend’s mouth, seating the rubber covered metal device back behind his front teeth. Once that was secured, the two women begin preparing their helpless subject in earnest.

A very wide posture collar was buckled around Josh’s neck, elongating and constricting it so that his head was held securely with him looking straight ahead and slightly upward. He groaned past the saliva leaking from his mouth as he realized that his neck was now elongated similarly to the body form hanging in front of him. He struggled to breathe normally under the compression of the corset as the women now moved him off to the side of the room. A chain from the ceiling was attached to his collar, and his rubber-covered feet were stretched out to the sides and cuffed to the floor, effectively immobilizing him.

Clarissa then attached a complicated looking chastity belt to the front of the boy’s corset. A leather strap was pulled down from there, and his penis and balls were fed through an attached ring. The strap was then pulled roughly between his legs and he felt something large nudge against his anus as the strap was yanked between his butt cheeks. He knew the increasing pressure meant that an extremely large anal plug was being slid into him. He struggled to relax his opening so that the intruder could penetrate without causing too much pain. However, the women had used only the slightest amount of baby oil on the ten-inch inflatable monster they were sliding into him, so despite his attempts at relaxing the muscles in his sphincter, Josh felt as if he were being torn in half. He screamed past the ring in his mouth as the plug ripped all the way into him. The strap was then yanked tightly up, and attached to the rear of his corset.

Josh was sucking air in rapidly, trying to adjust to the huge plug in his rear. He tried to look down as Alex knelt in front of him, but the collar prevented any movement of his head. He grimaced as he felt her attach the ball separator to his testicles. His hips jumped and legs pulled at their cuffs as the familiar, crushing sensation radiated through his swelling nut sack.  The rubber penis restraint followed, crushing his semi-erect member in its tight embrace. Alexandra then moved away to allow Clarissa access to Josh’s privates. The Dominatrix looked at the helpless boy, holding up his next item of torment.

“Don’t worry,” she said with mock sympathy, “I’ve been trained thoroughly on the use of all the devices in this room. Including this…rather large…catheter.”

Alex snickered as Josh ineffectively pulled at his bonds, and watched as Clarissa slowly and carefully inserted the large diameter tube into Josh’s retrained member. The boy grunted with each corresponding inch that was forced into him. Suddenly, a gush of yellow started flowing down the tube. It traveled almost a foot out of his penis’ head before it stopped at a valve built into the tubing.

“Okay, just a little further then I can inflate the retention bladder,” Clarissa said mostly to herself as she finished inserting the rest of the tube. Satisfied at the length of tubing buried in the boy’s bladder, she secured an inflation bulb to a thin hose attached to the tube and began pumping. Once satisfied with the pressure reading, she clamped off the inflation hose then removed the bulb and handed it to Alexandra. Clarissa then pulled down on the tubing, forcing Josh’s cock to move downward between his split-tied testicles, and threaded it through a hard plastic cup that she positioned over his bound and tubed genitals. The cup was attached securely to the chastity belt, sealing away his manhood completely.

As Clarissa finished off Josh’s front, Alexandra moved to his rear with the inflation bulb in hand. Without wasting time, she attached the bulb to Josh’s anal plug, and inflated the rectum sealing monster to its fullest. She sealed off the connection, and removing the bulb, went over to the table and switched it for a long, thick, clear plastic hose. Returning to her bound boyfriend, Alex attached the hose to the end of the plug sticking out obscenely through the strap wedged in his crack. Once the tube clicked securely into position, she stood up and joined Clarissa in front of the boy.

“I think its time to introduce Josh to all the wonders of his new, improved penalty box,” Alex said, gesturing to the ominous hanging form a few feet away.

“I would hardly call it a box, Alex,” Clarissa responded, looking slightly wounded.

“Of course not dear, that is just a private joke between Josh and I. He knows what I mean.” Alex turned towards Josh, “Ready baby?”

07.10.09