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Sundowner -> They made her suffer - but were they male or female? (2/4/2011 11:21:55 AM)
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She felt a touch on her leg and involuntarily her body jerked slightly.
There’d been touches before, a brief contact and then nothing. And there’d been touches which heralded another ordeal as they opened or closed the tubes. How many she didn’t know; how long she’d hung there she didn’t know.
At the start she’d been aware of everything. When they zipped her into the suit, inserted the tubes, each exciting sensation had been new and distinct. Now, however, everything seemed almost to blur and blend into one. At the start of her ordeal, as she gave herself up to this complete helpless enclosure, she’d been fully aroused and alert.
The heavy rubber had, stage by stage, been zipped tightly over her and her body had felt beautifully restricted. Separately they'd put on the hood. Carefully, once she'd accepted the mouth gag, they'd pushed the breathing tubes into her nostrils and checked to see that she could breathe easily before zipping the heavy rubber closed and lacing it tight. Then they'd started adjusting the suspension. She'd seen the suit before - about half a dozen metal rings on the hood, about eight or ten on each arm, another half dozen across the shoulders, more at the waist, a line down each side and maybe ten or a dozen on each leg and at the feet; each ring sewn securely into the heavy rubber. Now ropes were tied to each ring and tightened, one by one, and then adjusted to hold her hanging with her weight evenly distributed over her whole body. She felt almost weightless, her body as though crucified with her arms spread out horizontally each side and her slim legs spread apart, the tight rubber gripping her completely.
Once she was hanging securely - she had no idea how high - they’d used some sort of lubricant when they pushed the anal plug deep inside her and she’d felt her pussy moistening as they zipped the arse cover closed. So her pussy had lubricated itself as they found her uretha and pushed the catheter inside her and she’d gasped in pleasure as they slowly forced the tube into her bladder; she’d felt the uncontrollable release as whatever piss she’d been holding flowed out of her. Then, as with her arse, she’d felt the rubber cover zipped tightly over her crotch, encasing her completely.
And then they'd left her.
Fully enclosed, her whole body in tight heavy rubber, unable to see or hear, she'd lost all sense of time. It really could have been minutes or hours before they returned and she felt the movement at her arse. And then she felt herself filling. She'd agreed that when they filled her it would be with piss, so the excitement was immediate, a wonderful feeling of helpless humiliation. As she savoured the feeling in her rectum she realised that they were filling her bladder too and the thrill increased. Quite quickly the initial pure pleasure turned to a mix of pleasure and discomfort as she felt her belly filling and the pressure inside her growing uncomfortably.
And then she felt movement at her jaw and the gag-tube filled her mouth with warm slightly bitter piss. Carefully she breathed slowly and deeply through her nose and simply held the liquid in her mouth. Then, again carefully, she swallowed and allowed her mouth to fill again. She swallowed again and her mouth filled again; and again and again. The sensation was intense - her belly painfully distended, her bladder straining for release and the warm taste of piss filling her mouth as she swallowed again. She had no control at all; pure helpless submission to whatever they wanted to do to her. Inside the now sweaty rubber her warm pussy was wet at this wonderful abuse.
After a while her swallowing ended and no more liquid filled the gag-tube. She savoured the bitter taste which remained in her mouth; she'd no idea whether piss was still flowing into her arse or her bladder - for some time the pressure had been intense but she couldn't tell whether the filling had ended or continued. It mattered little; she was helpless and had no control, all she could do was endure.
How long she endured she had no idea, time seemed to mean almost nothing. But at last she felt a gushing relief in her bowels; they must have opened the outward valve. The pressure in her belly reduced and she could feel the flow as, involuntarily, she emptied herself. Seeing nothing, hearing nothing, smelling nothing her whole being was centered on the sensation of the outward flow. And then she felt her bladder release too as the catheter opened. The same helpless uncontrolled degrading involuntary emptying of herself.
She hung there drained, physically and mentally. If she could have touched herself, or if they had, the erotic sensations were so powerful, the residual physical sensations so intense, she would have come almost instantly; but no-one touched her. She hung there, her arousal unrelieved.
And so it had been for - how long? She had no idea; she'd drifted in and out of consciousness, whether snoozing or just mentally neutral, she didn't know. Time had no measure; she'd lost count of the number of times they'd filled her and emptied her - five? Surely more. Ten? Perhaps, but it could have been much more; she'd lost the ability to think coherently. She could remember quite clearly what had been agreed - two days of helplessness, forty-eight hours - but how far she was into her ordeal she had no idea at all. She knew that she'd had no pain - yet. And pain was certainly to be part of her adventure, they'd discussed it and she'd eagerly agreed it.
When they would come to her to hurt her she didn't know, but come they would.
[Another chapter if you want - and please - are they male or female? Too bloody dark in here for me to see]
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