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on the shackle-clamps binding her wrists and ankles and
therefore all of her stretched and naked body to the
X-shaped frame in the hi-tech-robot-arm-equipped chamber to
which somehow she'd been kidnapped, transported, and
incarcerated. The robo-appendages were currently lurking
behind the vertical steel panels lining the walls and had
remained unseen and inert for some time—but they could reappear
at any moment and do who knows what to her, and she'd
be helpless to resist!
Several long minutes passed with Alice bound to the
45°-canted-from-the-vertical armature. By her best
estimate she'd been undisturbed for something approaching a full
hour. Her initial terror upon awakening to find herself
abducted, naked, bound, and gagged had faded and become...
something else. Of course, she remained stressed and
afraid, but now she was in full control of her emotions... sort
of... maybe... just barely.
Alice tugged on her bonds again. The thick, rigid, shining
steel clamps fit the anatomy of her wrists and ankles to
perfection, just like the dips and hollows in the shiny steel
frame "comfortably" supported the rest of her
anatomy. "Mrrrmpfh." And then there was issue
of the strip of stretched tape tightly adhered to her lips,
mouth, and most of her lower face. It continued preventing
her from filing grievances, demanding release, and/or raising
other entirely reasonable inquiries, such as: WHAT THE HELL
IS GOING ON HERE?? Granted, there was no one in the
room to hear hypothetical vocalizations, other than herself, but
it was a safe bet the place was wired. The glare from the
many mini-LED-spotlights on the ceiling made it difficult to be
absolutely certain, but she was pretty sure she could also see
mini-cameras and microphones clamped to the lighting grid.
Alice continued testing her bonds. The clamps and X-frame
were enforcing a significant stretch on her limbs and torso, but
granted enough slack for her muscles to flex, hips and shoulders
to roll, and boobs to wobble and bounce, just a little.
Alice was not body-shy. After all, she was a
professional actor. That said, nude captivity was humiliating,
and she resented being on full display before an unknown
audience. She wasn't even getting paid!
Suddenly—Finally!—the door whisked open and two actual
flesh and blood human beings entered the chamber (as opposed to
one or more fully functional but in no way anthropomorphic
In the lead was a brunette in a smart business suit, and she
was—Lydia Aelios! Alice's eyes popped wide and her
heart began pounding in her chest. Suddenly, everything
made sense... although "sense" was probably not the best term
for what was probably happening.
Years earlier—a little more than a decade?—Alice had survived an
excruciatingly awkward and ill-considered "relationship" with
the brunette in question. In the beginning, Alice thought
it was all an "innocent" fling, a night of passion with a hot
nerd; maybe two nights, and nothing more, but Lydia had decided
she'd found the love of her life and wasn't about to let her
go. And by "love of her life" Lydia meant that Alice now
and forevermore belonged to her and would spend
the rest of her life scratching whatever itch Lydia decided
needed attention. It had been touch and go for a while,
emotionally, but finally... Lydia fell asleep and Alice managed
to wiggle out of her hostess' ropes and make her escape.
As far as Alice was concerned, it was an unfortunate and
regrettable mistake. In the days immediately following,
Lydia had made several pathetic attempts to reconcile with her
"newfound love," all of which Alice had rebuffed. Finally,
Lydia went silent, Alice was able to put the entire debacle out
of her mind, returned to her acting career, and that was that.
As for the other arrival, she was also a brunette, but was a
complete stranger, a completely naked stranger with her
arms behind her back and tightly encased in some sort of black
leather binder! A pair of tight horizontal straps pinned
her encased arms against her torso. The upper strap framed
her boobs like an open-cup-bra while the lower strap was a
corset-strap that encircled her waist and had a peek-a-boo
opening exposing her bellybutton. In addition, a
fancy/modernistic steel collar was around her neck and a strip
of tape tightly plastered to her lips, mouth, and lower face,
more or less the twin of Alice's own tape-gag. The naked
captive's brown hair was plaited in a tight single braid that
dangled down her back.
Alice noted the arm-binder-bound brunette was fit, curvaceous,
and quite attractive... in a slender, semi-girlish sort of
way. However, as Alice shifted her gagged stare from
Lydia... to her fellow prisoner... then back to Lydia, her
thoughts were mainly: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME??"
A leather leash in Lydia's hand was clipped to a D-ring dangling
between the brunette's bra-strap, so she had no choice but to
patter in Lydia's wake as she strolled towards Alice and the
"Alice, darling," Lydia purred as she approached, "I told you we
were destined to spend the rest of our lives together... and
here we are!"
"MRRRRRPFH!!" Alice complained, squirming against the frame and
tugging on her bonds with renewed enthusiasm. Her blue
eyes were wide and angry!
Lydia's blue eyes focused on Alice's breasts as they bobbled and
oscillated... as well as the well-defined abdominal muscles and
smooth, tan skin of Alice's tummy. Her smile had become
rather... vacant... as if she was mesmerized by the sight of her
Alice and the naked, leather-bound, brunette stranger exchanged
tape-gagged expressions of carefully controlled alarm and dread.
This seemed to rouse Lydia from her fascinated fixation.
"Oh, where are my manners?" She gave the leash tethering
the bound brunette a firm jerk and the naked, leather-bound,
steel-collared, and tape-gagged prisoner stumbled forward until
she was side-by-side with her smug, smiling, smartly-dressed
"Alice Lindgren," Lydia purred, "allow me to introduce Dr.
Edwina Bliss." She then half-turned, reached out and
cupped Edwina's left breast, and gently tugged on her
nipple. "Edwina, this is Alice." Lydia maintained
her teasing pinch on Edwina's nipple but shifted her smile back
to Alice. "You may not be seeing much of Dr. Bliss in the
next few days and months, darling, but she'll be playing a
critically important role in your future."
Lydia had shifted her gloating gaze to Edwina, but it was clear
she was still addressing her blond prisoner. "You see,
Alice my love, I have an extensive list of... shall we say... entertainments
that will be occupying your days and nights from this point
forward. All are designed to express my dissatisfaction
with the way you toyed with my affections. Many of
them are quite elaborate, incorporate significant technological
innovations, and I've been developing and revising them for
years. None should cause any permanent harm, of course,
but it would be unethical for me to implement even the simplest
and most 'innocent' items on my list without thoroughly testing
each and every element on a volunteer." She released
Edwina's nipple, gave her breast another squeeze, then turned
back to Alice.
"Fortunately, Dr. Bliss was gracious enough to offer herself as
that volunteer," Lydia added.
Alice tugged on her wrist and ankle bonds and stared daggers
at Lydia. She very much doubted her fellow naked captive
had volunteered for anything, graciously or otherwise. The
tape-gagged blonde and brunette locked blue and brown eyes,
respectively, in silent commiseration. Alice and "Dr.
Bliss" might have just met, but it was crystal clear that they
shared a common enemy, a beautiful but quite possibly unbalanced
enemy who had them in her complete and robot-mediated power.
"Locus unit one, extend," Lydia said in a commanding voice.
Alice and Edwina watched as the vertical wall-panel immediately
to the right of the chamber door snapped open and the robotic
arm within extended into the room.
Oh, she was giving a command, Alice realized.
Meanwhile, Lydia slid her wrist out of the retaining loop of
Edwina's leash and held it up in mid air. "Hold Dr. Bliss
near the wall," she ordered.
Servomotors hummed and the arm swiftly and deftly clamped the
leash's retaining loop with its padded pincers, then retracted
back into its alcove. Edwina had no choice but to quickly
pad close to the wall. She then turned and glared back
at her colleague/captor.
"Poor Dr. Bliss," Lydia chuckled, then strolled closer to
Alice—the nude, tape-gagged, prisoner stretched on the
X-frame—and gently rested her right hand on the captive blonde's
tan, toned abdomen.
"Mrrrpfh!" Alice glared at Lydia and tried to squirm away from
her hand, but it was a futile gesture. She was
helpless. Lydia could do whatever she wanted to her... and
she was doing it!
Edwina sighed through her tape-gag (silently, so as not to
disturb the ever-vigilant obedience-collar still clamped around
her neck. Lydia was being a total blackguard.
It was... unconscionable.
Clearly enjoying herself no end, Lydia began stroking and
massaging Alice's tummy... from just below her ribs to the bushy
top margin of her dark-blond pubic bush. "Yes, Alice
darling, Edwina will be quite busy testing the restraints and
entertainments that will eventually occupy your daily
and nightly routines... but that doesn't mean you can't have some
fun in the meantime." She then used both hands to take
Alice's arguably magnificent breasts and began slowly, gently
squeezing and kneading the tan, smooth, firm but pliant
Alice continued fighting her inescapable bonds and glowering
at her captor.
"It's wonderful that we're together again, Alice," Lydia
purred. "Don't you agree?" She continued toying with
Alice's breasts and nipples and smiling her wicked, disturbing
Alice continued squirming, wiggling, shuddering in disgust, and
glaring at Lydia.
Edwina continued watching the unfolding drama with sad brown
eyes, squirming her upper body and weakly testing her leather
The robotic arm remained "stoically" immobile.
Finally... after something like a full minute... Lydia released
Alice's breasts, turned, strolled to Edwina's side, and took
hold of her fellow scientist's leash. The robot arm
released it immediately, withdrew into its alcove, and the cover
"Initiate locus tasking. Routine alpha," Lydia
announced/ordered as, taking Edwina with her, she took two steps
closer to the closed chamber door. "Five second
The specified five seconds later... vertical panels snapped open
and a dozen or more robotic arms extended into the space and
towards Alice! Two of the arms had the sort of padded
manipulators that other arms in other chambers had used to
manhandle Edwina. They closed around Alice's upper thighs
and virtually eliminated her ability to move her hips and
legs. Another arm terminated in what was unmistakably a phallus!
It made a beeline for Alice's private parts and paused, poised
to slide between her labia. The remaining arms all had
"hands" with long, delicate "fingers" that terminated in
delicate, brush-like tufts of stiff "hair." They were
poised with the brush-tips near Alice's breasts, armpits, ribs,
outer thighs, and bare feet!
Alice was decidedly unenthusiastic with respect to these
developments. "Mrrrpfh!" She doubled her efforts to
squirm out of her wrist and ankle bonds, but two times zero is
still zero. She was helpless.
Suddenly, visibly and audibly, the "brush-fingers came to
life. Bzzzzz... The tufts blurred into
indistinct, vibrating clouds as the fingers slowly extended
towards Alice's skin, and that included one hand that was poised
directly above the helpless blonde's mons venus and
clitoris! The phallus was also buzzing and was also on the
None of the appendages had very far to go, so Alice didn't have
long to wait before they made contact with her anatomy!
"MRRRMF!!" She froze in her bonds as the
pulsating, quivering brushes probed her smooth, tan skin.
At the same time, the vibrating phallus was nudging her labia
and threatening penetration! "NRRRRR!!"
"Beautiful, isn't she?" Lydia sighed, apparently for Edwina's
benefit. "Is it any wonder I've decided to keep her?"
It was really only an impression—she had no way to gather the
required data—but as far as Edwina could tell, the brushes were
providing tactile stimulation only. Poor Alice (to whom
Edwina had only have been just introduced but already felt an
empathetic closeness approaching sisterhood) was being teased
and tickled, but if any electrical zapping was
involved it was very low key. Also not only were
the terminal tufts vibrating and touching Alice's
flesh, but the "fingers" or "spider-legs" to which they were
attached were sliding and gliding, dragging the stimulating tips
along with them in intricate patterns across Alice's skin.
The phallus also appeared to be tactile/mechanical and not
Unfortunately, Alice was tape-gagged, as well as somewhat
distracted, so could neither confirm nor contradict Edwina's
casual observations/impressions. She continued wiggling,
shivering, shuddering, and fighting her bonds as best she
could—"Mrrrmpf!"—as well as forcing expressions of her distress
past her tape-gag. "Nrrrrrrm!"
Lydia leaned closer to Edwina and whispered in her ear.
"My 'alpha routine' starts out low and slow, but gradually
builds in amplitude and complexity. There's a significant
probability Alice will experience an orgasm before the first
scheduled rest period, but without data, accurate prediction is
difficult at best. In any case, I'm afraid things will be
quite frustrating for poor Alice. There will be
random intervals of inactivity interspersed with mostly
low-level stimulation. Quite frustrating, to be
sure." She leaned even closer, until Edwina could feel her
warm breath with every word. "I should be testing this
routine on you first, before letting Alice play with it, but
this is the exception that makes the rule. Eventually,
thanks to the many hours of stimulation testing that lie in your
immediate future, the system should be able to reliably
generate multiple orgasms on demand, but I wanted to welcome
Alice to her new home with something more than simple
bondage. Hence..." She gestured towards the
writhing, thrashing, mewling and now visibly sweating Alice.
Edwina blinked and stared at her fellow prisoner in
horror. Obviously, Alice was in a bad way. The
phallus was, uh, having its way with her while the
robotic finger-spiders were tickling her silly! And this
was Edwina's future as well? This was what Lydia intended
to have the diabolical system do to her?? Edwina's
heart was pounding and her breath coming in pants. She
took an involuntary step back and bumped against the closed
"Poor thing," Lydia purred, her pale blue eyes focused on
Alice. She turned her smile back to Edwina. "All of
this is being recorded, of course, so I'll be able to replay it
at my leisure. There's no need to waste more of the
workday. So... Open door."
The door whisked open and Lydia strode across the threshold,
taking the naked, leather-bound, collared, and tape-gagged
Edwina with her, of course.
The door whisked closed, and Alice and her robotic ravishers had
lost their audience (although, as Lydia had noted, the show was
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was still hammering as she padded behind her—their—captor.
Edwina was no longer the sole actor in the unfolding
melodrama. Now there was an actual professional actor
involved. Also, Edwina had been demoted to the role of bit
player, not that she cared what twisted plot was playing out in
Lydia's head. And not to her complete surprise, Edwina
found she now felt responsible for the blonde thespian who was
the focus of Lydia's obsession. It was a matter of
character. Alice Lindgren might be a complete
stranger—Edwina couldn't recall ever having seen her in a single
role on the telly or the big screen—and they
hadn't been allowed to exchange even a single word—but Alice was
Edwina's sister in captivity. Their fates were inexorably
intertwined. Somehow, someway, Edwina would free them from
Lydia's tyranny—and it would be both of them.
The helpless captive padding one long barefoot step behind the
brilliant but unbalanced villainess knew she had no cards hidden
up her single-sleeve arm-binder, but she did have fresh
information to process. She now knew the true object of
Lydia's perverted obsession: Alice. She also knew more
about what lay ahead if things didn't change for the
better. Edwina's mind went into overdrive, as was its
habit when presented with a seemingly insolvable conundrum.
It occurred to Edwina that she actually did have a card
up her metaphorical sleeve, if not her actual,
physical, leather single-sleeve. It was the worm program
she'd written just before her capture by Lydia's robots.
Assuming she hadn't made any mistakes in the coding (which was
unlikely) and assuming Lydia (or her server maintenance system)
hadn't somehow discovered the program and deleted it, the worm
was poised to alter Edwuna's high-level access and grant her
total freedom to open and alter any file in the system. At
the time, Edwina had been concerned with preserving and
protecting her intellectual property, meaning her personal
contributions to the ongoing research projects, but the access
the worm would provide should be more than sufficient to
override the portions of Lydia's family of administrative
control programs in charge of manhandling and toying with naked
captives... like Edwina and Alice.
However—and it was a big however—Edwina was in no
position to actually play her "worm card." Lydia
was unlikely to grant her access to a keyboard anytime
soon. Also, given the obedience collar locked around her
neck and the redundant tape-gag currently sealing her lips, she
was unable to even make such a request. That said, she now
had a plan, the first step of which would be to somehow regain
the ability to type, talk, and/or broker access to Lydia's
system and/or trigger the worm she desperately hoped was still
in the system and poised to give her control. Then—Bob's
your uncle—she'd capture Lydia and strip her of her access
(and her clothes), rescue Alice Lindgren (before she succumbed
to tickle-torture and multi-orgasmic insanity—the same fate
looming over Edwina herself), then escape the mansion,
return to their normal lives, and let the authorities deal with
Lydia Aelios. All she had to do was work out a few minor
Piece of cake.
Just then they arrived at what Lydia had decided was their
immediate destination, which was—big surprise—yet
another featureless chamber with vertical steel panel/doors
concealing the required ultra-sophisticated robot arms poised to
do who-knows-what to whatever damsel Lydia decided to
entertain. That would mean Edwina herself, of course, as
Alice Lindgren was occupied elsewhere).
Another robotic torture chamber?
It was getting ridiculous. Had Lydia designed her lair to
hold a thousand similar chambers, each one to execute a single
perverted idea? Absurd! What possible set of
design constraints could result in such a configuration.
Obviously, Edwina was missing relevant data... but she already
Anyway, Lydia led Edwina into the center of the room in
question. Edwina noted the floor was padded more-or-less
in the manner of an exercise or yoga studio using some sort of
off-white and probably synthetic leather-like material.
Lydia released the clip of the leash, then spun on her heels and
returned to the doorway, coiling the leash as she went.
Edwina might have tried to follow or done something else, but
before she could decide on a course of action the wall-panels
snapped open and the not unexpected robotic arms extended into
the room and her direction.
And it happened again! Edwina was lifted off her bare feet
and "comfortably" held in midair and manipulated by several of
the robot arms while others did something to her. And this
time, with the usual deft, elegant coordination and economy of
motion, the something in question was to complete Edwina's
leather costume. She remembered Lydia mentioning that that
was going to happen at some point, and apparently the time was
When the program ran its course and Edwina was gently deposited
on the padded floor, her legs were pressed together down their
entire length and encased on a skintight leather sheath, from
her ankles to her upper-thighs. It had the same black
color and supple, pebbled texture as her arm-binder,
breast-strap, and navel-exposing waist-corset-strap. It,
also had what were obviously redundant and superfluous straps
encircling and reinforcing the leg-sheath at her mid-thighs,
above and below her knees, calves-and shins, and ankles---like
the redundant straps encircling the arm-binder at her wrists and
There were three final details to the leg-sheath: (1) A
thin, Y-shaped strap passed to either side of Edwina's exposed
lady-bits, cleaved her exposed butt-cheeks, and somehow
connected to the top of the waist-corset-strap of the
arm-binder, (2) The D-ring at the tip if the arm-binder
was somehow secured to the top of the leg-sheath, virtually eliminating
all possible motion of her tape-bound and leather-encased
fingers and hands. (3) Another thin strap encircled and
bound together her big toes and bare-feet, then attached to the
base of the leg-sheath.
It was clear the arm-binder and upper-body straps and the
leg-sheath and its ancillary straps were one fully-integrated
system, one design statement... not that that really mattered.
Edwina could barely move. Rolling around and flexing her
legs was marginally possible—even less so at her knees—but she
was now reduced to a truly pathetic wiggle-worm.
She continued testing her new ensemble... then noticed Lydia was
standing about halfway to the door and watching her pathetic
efforts, arms crossed under her breasts and a predatory smile
curling her lips. Edwina stopped struggling and returned
her captor's gaze with a decidedly furious gaze.
Suddenly, the vertical panels snapped open and the robot arms
This time, when they were finished with their new task and had
returned to their alcoves, Edwina's tape-gag had been removed
and replaced with a head-harness-panel-gag that matched the rest
of her restraints. It had a steel ring to accommodate her
ponytail braid, as well as thin straps than passed to either
side of her nose, encircled her forehead, and passed under her
chin, compelling her to bite down on the black silicon-rubber
plug/bite-protector that more-or-less filled her mouth to
capacity. Finally, the panel pressed against her lips as
tightly as a kidnapper's gloved hand. It was an undeniably
effective gag, but Edwina had so far managed not to give
it a test, and therefore had not been punished for the
futile attempt by the steel shock-collar still locked around her
Edwina returned to glowering at Lydia... who had never stopped
smiling and gloating.
"Well, enjoy your pretty new skirt and blouse," Lydia said after
several seconds. "I have things to do... to Alice."
With that, the mad scientist turned and strolled to the
door. It opened as she approached... closed once she
crossed the threshold... and Edwina, the elaborately
leather-bound and gagged captive but not mad scientist,
remained behind and alone... not counting the artificially
intelligent systems monitoring her captivity and poised to
inflict who-knows-what further outrages on her helpless body.
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her pale blue eyes... blinked... and found herself staring up at
a featureless white ceiling. She didn't recall closing
her eyes. The last thing she did remember was
being tickled any eight or nine robotic hands bristling with
countless vibrating bristles while a robotic dick thrust in and
out of her pussy. It was also vibrating, meaning
the dick, as well as slowly rotating and pulsing. All of
that she remembered, as well as cumming repeatedly and writhing
in distress as Lydia's robots brought her to orgasm after
orgasm, often not allowing her to rest and recover between
climaxes. The continued stimulation of her hyper-sensitive
and over-stimulated person had been torture!
Finally... she couldn't take it anymore and had passed out.
And now she was awake.
Her pussy was throbbing and her skin tingling... but it was the
aftereffects of her ordeal. She was no longer in
distress... the robo-dick was no longer probing her after she'd
already cum... nor were the wicked brush-fingers tickling her
nipples and breasts and thighs and ribs and everything—even
her ears—and not allowing her to rest! No, the generalized
tingling was her nerve endings cooling down... so to speak.
Oh-by-the-way, Alice was still naked, bound, and gagged—and it
wasn't the simple but stringent spread-eagle and tape-gag that
had restrained and silenced her during her... automated
ravishment? Robo-rape? Mechanized erotic
torture? She wasn't sure how to characterize what had
happened to her and didn't much care. Anyway...
Alice was bound from head to toe (literally) by what appeared to
be a slightly stretched, intricate, symmetrical web of
milky-amber rubber tubing. Her arms were folded behind her
back and encased in what felt like a closed sheath of closely
interwoven tubing from elbow-to-elbow, including her hands and
fingers. Single stretched strands of tubing yoked her
shoulders and continued down her body, pinning her upper-arms
against her torso and her legs together in a hitched pattern of
four to six-inch diamonds, with the net/sheath/cocoon even
restraining her feet and big toes. In addition, tubing
passed to either side of her pussy, as well as cleaving her
labia and butt-cheeks! Her breasts were captured in
separate diamonds of tubing, tight enough to impart a slight
bulge to each boob. Finally—"Mrrrrrf!"—she was gagged by
what felt like a braided bit of more tubing, about six-inches in
length and one-and-a-half inches in diameter, with single
strands of stretched tubing securing the bit at the nape of her
neck, under her tousled hair, as well as passing under her chin,
to either side of her nose, and across her forehead. It
was a head-harness-bit-gag of tubing!
The gag didn't seem to be attached to the rest of her bonds in
any way, so Alice was "free" to toss her head and try to expel
the bit from her mouth. This caused her tousled blond
locks to flutter and flop, of course, and she noted they seemed
to have been evenly distributed between the elements of the
rubber head-cage. As for the rest of her body, as she
fought her rubber bonds, they fought back. She twisted and
squirmed and kicked, but the rubber web would tighten and go
slack in response, enough to allow only minor and insignificant
Panting through her flaring nostrils, drooling past her rubber
bit-gag, and her boobs continuing to bulge, she rolled
on the bed.
Yes... bed... Alice was on an actual bed.
Now that Alice had established that she was awake, was no longer
being simultaneously ravished and tickled by Lydia's evil
robots, but was still naked, bound, and gagged, she lifted her
head and belatedly examined her immediate surroundings.
The bed was a slightly rumpled California-king platform bed in a
large, sparsely decorated, ultramodern bedroom. A
window-wall afforded a spectacular panoramic view of the sun
setting behind a row of rolling hills and into a placid,
semi-distant ocean. California, Alice decided,
gazing at what she could see of the chaparral-style vegetation
blanketing the closest terrain. She could be wrong, but
her best guess was she was in California, on the central
coast. Anyway, the bedroom was on par with a penthouse in
a five-star hotel, or a multi-million dollar apartment in a
Manhattan residential skyscraper overlooking Central Park.
Alice was impressed... and terrified (not by the decor but by
her captive situation).
Alice returned her attention to her tubular rubber bonds, gazing
down her body, renewing her struggles, and gathering additional
visual and tactile impressions. And speaking of
impressions, her tan, toned, flesh was dimpled into four to
six-inch diamond and lozenge-shaped segments defined by
stretched tubing, everywhere she could see... and as she
squirmed and flexed her muscles, there was a uniformity to the
sheath's response. Nothing pinched or bit into her skin.
Her bonds responded as a system, pushing back across entire
areas of her body. Arguably, the sheath/cocoon was
comfortable, or at least not punishing, even when she struggled
with all her strength. Also, she could see no knots or
clamps or anything joining sections of tubing together.
Maybe there were joined sections behind her back, but none that
she could see or feel.
The prisoner-of-the-bed heaved a rubber-bit-gagged sigh and
returned to staring up at the featureless ceiling. So...
she was naked, bound, gagged, and incarcerated in a luxurious
ultramodern bedroom. It beat being naked, bound, gagged,
and incarcerated in what amounted to a coffin... and it
certainly beat being naked, gagged, and spreadeagled on
an X-shaped steel frame and being tickled and boinked by
industrial robots! But she was still a prisoner, and still
the naked, bound, and gagged prisoner of Lydia Aelios!
Just then, somewhere in the bedroom a door whisked open, Alice
lifted her bit-gagged head, shook most of her blond curls from
her face, and watched her brunette captor stroll into view.
Lydia was wearing the same super-expensive, custom-tailored
business ensemble she'd been wearing earlier, when she
introduced... What was her name? Dr. Edwina
Bliss, that's it. Alice shook the remaining wisps
of hair from her face with another shake of her
bit-gagged/rubber-caged head, and glared at her
"Good evening to you too, darling," Lydia chuckled, then removed
her jacket and dropped in to the floor. To the
accompaniment of the quiet whirrr of treads, a small
robot rolled into view, extended an arm and picked up the
jacket, then retrieved her skirt, followed by the rest of
Lydia's clothing as the items were removed and dropped, one by
one. Soon, Lydia was nude—completely nude, as opposed to
nude under a tight cocoon/web of stretched rubber tubing, like
Alice—and was padding across the bedroom towards an open
doorway. The treads whirred again and the valet-robot
rolled away, presumably to hang up its mistress' clothing and/or
drop them in a hamper.
Alice watched Lydia disappear into what she now realized was a
tiled space (what she could see of it). Bathroom,
she assumed. Several seconds passed... then Alice heard
splashing noises, more evidence that Lydia was in an attached
bath. Alice returned to staring at the ceiling as the
intermittent watery noises continued. Giving the devil her
due, Alice had to admit Lydia Aelios was in excellent
condition. Her figure was trim and well-proportioned... as
before... when Alice made the mistake of entering into what she
had thought was a casual dalliance but Lydia decided was more, orders
of magnitude more.
Lydia padded back into the bedroom and towards the bed.
She was still totally nude (no robe, no nightie, and no pajamas)
and with a wicked smile curling her lips.
Alice met her captor's smile with a stony, bit-gagged/head-caged
stare. Her heart was beating rapidly (again), her
rubber-framed and slightly squeezed boobs rising and falling as
she took deep, somewhat rapid breaths, and saliva oozed past the
margins of her gag (copiously and continuously).
Lydia pulled the covers from under Alices squirming,
rubber-bound, helpless body, climbed onto the bed, slid against
her prisoner's ("lover's") body, and pulled her into a tight
"Mrrrf!" Alice's squirming efforts doubled and Lydia
chuckled and tightened her grip, threw her right leg over
Alice's rubber-bound legs, and squeezed her right breast.
"Settle down, darling," Lydia whispered in Alice's ear, then
kissed her rubber-caged cheeks... and licked saliva from her
"Mrrpfh! Nrrrmfh!" Alice did not settle
"I said settle down!" Lydia growled, released Alice's
breast, then gave her right butt-cheek a business-like smack!
"Settle down or I'll summon a half dozen of my roving general
purpose robots and let them tickle you until you decide to
behave like a good girl."
Alice did not not want any more tickling, robotic or
otherwise. She jerked in her bonds in response to Lydia's
chastising whack, but did settle down
(technically). She continued squirming (a little), but her
struggles were more an involuntary reaction to Lydia's close
proximity that a genuine effort to escape. She already
knew escape was impossible.
"You're like a firm, sexy fish-out-of-water, wiggling in my
arms," Lydia sighed. "We're going to have so much fun,
you and I. I've been planning ways to restrain and
entertain your exquisite body for years, ever since you ran away
and broke my heart... and I'm going to show you each and every
one." She kissed Alice's cheeks, again, followed by her
right nipple. "After testing them on Dr. Bliss, of
course." She then returned to squeezing, kissing, licking,
and gently biting various parts of Alice's upper
Alice shivered in her bonds and endured. At the moment,
enduring was her only choice.
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