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Subject: {ASSM} Janet Bound Part 7 (BnD, VERY nc, Ff)
Date: Tue, 9 May 2000 07:10:03 -0400
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THIS IS PART SEVEN OF THE NOW SEEMINGLY ENDLESS JANET SAGA. IT WILL BE TOUGH
FOR YOU FOLKS TO JUST JUMP IN, BUT THE FIRST SIX PARTS ARE READILY AVAILIBLE ON
USENET. JUST DO A SEARCH AT DEJA-NEWS.COM. ALSO THE ENTIRETY OF THE FIRST SIX
PARTS CAN BE FOUND AT THE FOLLOWING WEB-SITE. THIS SITE IS NOT RUN BY ME, BUT
BY THE VERY NICE AND GENEROUS HUNTER ROSE..SO PLEASE THANK HIM FOR HIS EFFORTS
http://www.abductor.com/huntrrz/picks/janet/janet.htm
JANET BOUND, PART 7. (BND, VERY NC, Ff)
Janet lay there and twitched, staring at her gradually darkening tits as her
every movement tightened the nooses around them. She was desperate to get
free, her limbs and body cried out for some sort of relief. She had been bound
too long in unnatural positions and her body seemed to be one big cramp. The
pump gag in her mouth was horrible. It felt like a balloon had been crammed in
there. She moaned in desperation, maybe someone would hear her in the hall.
Her arms twitched and strained against the endless coils that held them. Her
legs were twitching involuntarily against the incredible tension that the cords
put them under. She had to get loose, her body could not take it any more.
She groaned and strained and struggled. All she did was pull the cords around
her webbed tits tighter and tighter. Not one cord loosened, no matter how hard
she struggled. She lay there exhausted and helpless for at least an hour. She
heard the door open and Hillary came over to face her. Janet could only see
Hilary's stylish shoes as she stood over her.
"I have got great news, Janet" Hilary said excitedly. "My friend Cliff just
called. I let him know I had a permanent guest. He wants to meet you very
badly. I don't think you will like him very much, as he is into very strict
bondage, instead of this weak stuff I've been putting you in."
Janet didn't even bother groaning in dismay. She was just an object now and
she knew it.
"Well, I don't want good old Cliff to have to come all the way downtown here
to meet you, so it is time for us to go home. You are going to be so excited
to find out how you get to travel there."
Hillary went over to one of the very spacious closets the beautiful suite had
in it. She drug out a very large black trunk on wheels. It measured three and
a half feet wide four and a half feet long by three feet deep. It had a lot of
locks and straps around it and looked very evil.
"Believe it or not Janet, you are going to fit in there."
Janet weakly pulled at the ropes holding her in her hog-tie. She was deathly
afraid of coffins and other enclosed spaces, and now she was being threatened
with that horror.
"First thing we are going to do is I am going to get rid of this nagging need
I have. Do you want to help?" Hillary was smiling down on Janet.
Janet made no sound.
"I thought you would want to help. You are so generous in that way. I am too
turned on by all this to work real effectively. I only need a couple of
minutes and we can move on. Ready?"
Hillary had some sort of small device in her hand. It looked like a plastic
or rubber ring with a few small straps and buckles attached to it.
"Janet, in keeping with my tradition of explaining these interesting devises I
bind you with, this is a "Ring Gag". It is an extremely simple device. This
plastic ring is completely unbreakable. It will fit behind your teeth, and
these straps will hold it in. Your poor mouth will then be held open with easy
access to the goodies inside. It is extremely uncomfortable I have to admit,
but we really don't care about that do we? Look at it this way, at least you
will be able to finally make some noise."
Janet attempted to make some noise anyway, but her rubber filled mouth only
emitted some soft grunts of fear and negation.
Hillary untied all the ropes holding Janet's head to her bound tits. She
turned a valve on the gag and the bladder crammed in Janet's mouth quickly
deflated. Janet retched and coughed as Hillary unstrapped the harness holding
in her mouth. Without any hesitation she forced the ring gag behind her teeth.
It clicked into place, jamming Janet's mouth as wide open. Hillary pulled the
various straps around Janet's helpless head, locking the ring in her mouth.
"Ahhhhh --ghaaaaa" Janet tried to express her displeasure about this new
device. Hillary pulled Janet's head back again, binding it from the gag
straps back to the ropes that wrapped her torso. Hillary rolled Janet onto her
stomach, she was laying in the same strict hog-tie, her toes pointing to her
skull. Her head pulled back as far as her neck would allow. Her arms wrapped
in hammer locks behind her back, all her weight on her bound, nearly cacooned
tits. Droll ran from her distended mouth, her lips could not keep it in. She
could not even create enough leverage to roll over off her tortured breasts.
Hillary rapidly stripped off her own clothes, getting naked in a matter of
moments. Her more muscular, less chesty body an interesting counterpart to her
captive. She attached a bridle arrangement to the ring gag so that tow thin
leather straps ran from each corner of her mouth. She laid down right in front
of Janet, her legs on either side of Janet's fearful face. Using the straps
from the gag Hillary slowly pulled her pussy and Janet's helpless mouth closer
and closer together. Her nose nestled into Hillary's fragrant, dripping bush.
"Tongue out and moving or I start pulling those ropes around your tits a
little tighter. " Hillary threatened. Janet wanted no part of that, her
breasts already felt like they were about to be cut off with the tension on
them. Reluctantly she pushed her tongue out beyond the plastic ring keeping
her jaws open.
Hillary's whole body shook with pleasure, as Janet's reluctant tongue touched
her clit. Hillary pulled at the straps from Janet's head, pulling her body
hard into Janet's mouth.
"MORE, GODDAMN IT!" Hillary screamed, jerking as hard as she could on the
straps. Janet could do nothing else but run her tongue up and down in
Hillary's pussy. Hillary could not believe what she was feeling. Her whole
body was on fire, she had never experienced anything like this. Just having
this goddess in humiliating and perfect bondage was enough to keep her in a
state of constant arousal. Now to have her actually eating her out, against
her will, while tied like this. She felt her whole body explode in a firework
display of pleasure. It seemed to last an hour, yet it was still over much too
soon. Her body shook and trembled with a pleasure she had never experienced
before. This made all the planning, and risk more than worth it. The best
part was, she could have this any time her desires needed it. The bitch was
totally hers.
Janet herself was close to losing conscienceless due to the lack of air she was
receiving. Hillary had become so engrossed in her own pleasure that she had
lost track of what she was doing to Janet. Her face was pulled deep into
Hillary's cunt, her mouth and nose covered in the sweat and juice of Hillary's
pleasure. Hillary's thighs kept flexing and choking poor Janet also, again
making breathing difficult. She was groaning and pleading into Hillary's
crotch to get some air, but of course this only helped Hillary to get more
excited.
Finally the waves of pleasure began to subside for Hillary, moving from a
tsunami, to soft ripples of pleasure that just flowed through her. She relaxed
her grip on the straps holding poor Janet's head into her crotch, just enough
so Janet could finally get some air into her starved lungs. Hillary lay there
for a minute, just trying to regain her composure. She had never experienced
anything like the pleasure she had just received. Her limbs felt like jelly,
her body felt like a wet towel. After a while she rolled away from the
helpless Janet, and with a great deal of effort, got back onto her feet.
"Wow, babe, that was incredible. We are going to be doing that a LOT!"
Hillary exclaimed.
But for now we have things to do, places to be and people to meet. Time for us
to pack."
Hillary pulled a pump gag out from the old cedar chest where all the bonds
came out of. It was designed to fit, with a bayonet mount, into the ring gag
already so tightly fit into Janet's mouth. Hillary snapped it in and pumped up
the bladder to jaw wrenching fullness.
"Okay, now that, that is done, let me tell you about the transportation for
the day." Hilary said with a smile.
She brought over the trunk to where poor Janet laid drooling on the expensive
carpeting. She rapped the sides with her fist.
"The entire trunk is made of titanium, not very cheap I might add. There is a
quarter inch outer panel, and then there is a space for the air tanks, then
another quarter inch panel. That does not leave a lot of room for you my dear,
but I promise we can make you fit. There are sound bafflers lined all the way
around this thing, I don't want you to cause a fuss while we are moving you.
With some effort Hillary tilted the heavy crate over so that the bound and
helpless Janet could look. Inside it were a lot of straps and buckles and
hoses, with formed rubber where the captive would be held. Janet moaned in
fear, as she knew she was going to be crammed in that tiny space. Hillary
produced a knife from somewhere, and began to cut away the miles of rope that
held Janet in her hog-tie. Within a few moments all the ropes fell away from
Janet's aching body, except those holding her arms behind her back. Hillary
then pulled out seemingly a dozen leather straps, in every conceivable size.
Janet's aching legs could not even fight back as once again Hillary strapped
her ankles and thighs together with separate locking leather straps. She
groaned helplessly behind the rubber bladder filling her mouth as Hillary
expertly tightened the straps as far as they physically could. Her legs were
once again bound uncomfortably and tightly. Her poor leg muscles flexed and
strained uncontrollably, trying desperately to stretch out. Her legs had been
wrapped and tied in unnatural positions for nearly twenty-four hours. Janet
felt tears come to her eyes as the frustration and fear began to overwhelm her
again. She moaned desperately into he gag, trying to express her pleading to
the seemingly emotionless Hillary. Hillary responded to this pathetic display
by flipping Janet onto her stomach. She began to cut the ropes holding her
aching arms so effectively away. Before the last of the ropes fell away,
Hillary leaned foreword to Janet's ear.
"Go ahead and struggle, Janet, I love overpowering you. It turns me on more
than you can ever imagine"
Janet hated this woman more than she knew possible. She bucked and twisted
her body, but it was useless. She felt the last of the ropes being cut away
from her arm. Of course her hands were still bound in the leather wrapping
from so long ago, but she still tried to bring her arms underneath her to try
and raise her body up. Her arms felt like jelly though, to many hours bound in
positions they were meant to be in. With a disheartening ease, Hillary pulled
Janet's left arm back behind her back. Janet grunted and pulled desperately,
but she was too weak, she could not resist for long. After some fumbling
around Hillary pulled Janet's other arm behind her. She could feel a leather
strap being tightened around her elbows, once again pulling them together.
Janet's whole body seemed to go dead at this point, her arms were tied again
and she could do nothing about it.
Hillary then pulled out the same armbinder that had been on Janet from before.
With practiced ease she slipped it up, and over Janet's strapped elbows. The
lacing was once again pulled brutally tight over her arms, the various straps
and buckles tightened and locked around the leather now encasing her. Hillary
attached a strap to the end of her bound hands, on this strap were the same two
didos that had been crammed in her when she had first been bound. Hillary
forced Janet's bound legs apart, using her own legs and leverage. Again with
demoralizing ease the too huge probes were forced into Janet's unwilling
orifices. Hillary pulled the strap up tight and attached it to another belt
she wrapped around Janet's waist.
Several more straps ran from various parts of the armbinder all around her poor
body. In a few moments her entire torso was tightly bound. Hillary got off
Janet and pulled her up until she was sitting on her bound legs. She groaned
and twisted, pulling hopelessly at the leather. Hillary got on her knees in
front of her, rubbing her perfect breasts with unconcealed lust.
"You know how incredible you look when tied like this?" She asked. "These
magnificent tits jutting out, your body covered with sweat as you struggle. "
She leaned across and gave Janet's tear stained cheek a little kiss, right
below one of the straps holding in the gag. Hillary got a little thrill as she
could feel the bladder filling Janet's mouth straining against her distended
cheek.
"So helpless, and so beautiful. Well let's pack you into the box, I am
curious to see how well you fit."
Janet moaned helplessly, straining against her bonds. Hillary brought the
crate over so it was right next to Janet. She looked fearfully inside the dark
box. Hilary then put the box on its sides, so that the opening was facing
Janet. She then dropped Janet onto her side, so her legs were in front of the
maw of the crate. She slid Janet across so that her lower body worked its way
into the trunk. This took a while, as Janet was not very helpful in this and
Hilary was working alone, but eventually she got Janet's legs to fit into
rubber formed slots that were built into the bottom of the device. Two rubber
straps fit over her thighs holding her legs immobile. Hillary then used the
Janet's own body to lift the whole arrangement back upright, except now Janet
was sitting in it. Her feet were in individual slots of rubber underneath her
ass. Her knees were separated by about six inches, completely immobile now.
The rubber that the interior of the trunk was made of was very soft, so it
literally molded itself to her legs. With deliberate gentleness, Hillary
lowered Janet backwards into the trunk, so that she was laying on her back,
with her legs still folded up, and her feet trapped under her ass. Straps were
pulled around her upper leg, waist and chest, fusing her into the box. Her
head fit into some sort of formed rubber half shell. The straps that held her
body down was all made of rubber, and after Hillary had stretched them across
her body and locked them they slowly contracted, tightening constantly.
"Almost done sweetie." Hilary said. "We just have to hook up a few things
and we can close this lid and call up the bellman to carry you down."
She began to loosen the straps of Janet's gag, and finally letting the air out
of the horrible bladder filling her mouth. She did not remove the gag entirely
yet.
"Janet, the hood built into this thing is very different from the one I had on
you before. It is made entirely of rubber, and is completely airtight. The
bladder in your mouth is going to be completely down your throat. There will be
white noise filling your ears, cutting you off from everything. There are two
very small tube that fit up your nose and they are connected to the various
compressed air tanks that are built into the side of your case. I have never
tried this thing before, even in my depravity I could not get my guts up enough
to try and put myself in this thing. So you are a bit of a guinea pig, I hope
you can let me know how it was in a couple of hours."
"What I want you to know, is that you have about three hours of air in these
tanks. It breaths for you, so you cant hyperventilate or anything. I just
want you to know that if anything happens, like I get stopped by a cop or if I
should get in some sort of accident, I am not going to say a word about you.
If someone tries and cut you out of this they will disconnect the power to your
air. Even the best cutters on Earth cannot split this thing open fast enough
to prevent you from suffocating if they try and bust you out. I just wanted
you to know that there is no hope of getting out of this unless I let you out.
"
Hilary then removed the rest of the gag from Janet, and in a fluid motion
pulled the front of the mask over Janet's face. Hilary made some adjustments,
forcing the nose tubes up Janet's nose and getting yet another uninflated
bladder into her unwilling mouth. The mask clicked shut with horrible finality
and Janet's world went dark yet again. The mask was impossibly tight, and
immediately loud static filled her ears. The bladder in her mouth inflated to
jaw breaking proportions in less then three seconds, the gag extending all the
way to the back of her throat. She was choking and suffocating all in a matter
of moments. Her body bucked and struggled as she panicked over the lack of
oxygen. The tubes in her nose began to feed air to her. This did not ease her
fear and panic, but it kept her alive. Hilary rapidly applied still more
straps to Janet's body, fusing her completely to the box. The mask Janet wore
made her face look like a futuristic bug, with big sightless eyes and tubes
coming out of it. The only parts of Janet not covered with some sort of rubber
strapping were her magnificent breasts jutting up. Hilary longingly stroked
them for a minute, reveling in their firmness and softness all in one delicious
package. She attached some power to the dildos inside of Janet. "For a little
spice" She said under her breath, made sure the air was running correctly, and
closed the lid down. The top of the lid formed over Janet's body as completely
as the bottom did. The lid shut with an audible hiss and seals and locks
automatically spun closed. Hilary pulled the leather straps that surrounded the
box tightly together. They were strictly for show, but she loved the idea of
show.
She finished with the straps went over to the floor where she had dropped her
cloths off and quickly put them back on. She then went over to the phone and
called down to the hotel bellman, letting him know that there was some very
valuable artwork she needed moving down to her van. She was nice enough to
tell them that it would take at least two strong men to get it moving.
Inside her box, Janet screamed hopelessly into the endless rubber and steel
containing her.
TO BE CONTINUED OF COURSE.
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