Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2011 07:54:35 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Sandra's Fantasy - Chapter 4

Sandra's Fantasy - Chapter 04
By Sandra and Tappy McWidestance
Editing and Continuity by Lisa Jones

Author's Note: If you are new to this story please go back to chapter 01 or
you will be very lost. This story chronicles the fantasy of one of my
readers (Sandra) as told by me (Tappy) with the assistance of another
wonderful author (Lisa). Structurally I'm trying something new by having
shifting points of view (POV) during the story. Enjoy. -Tappy

*** Liz's POV ***

It was with a great sense of anticipation that I stepped off of the
elevator on the ninth floor. Nicole, Erin and I had played this game
before. I don't know how she managed to find these women willing to do
anything she asked. Nicole was certainly beautiful and exceptionally
skilled in the art of love, but there seemed to be a never ending stream of
attractive women willing to debase themselves for just a few minutes of her
attention. Of course I was walking to her suite with exactly that same
expectation so I guess I shouldn't be talking.

I work the bar at the hotel part time. I like working the weekends because
it is more relaxed, although the tips are not as good. But on a Friday
night when Nicole comes to play, the compensation is great. Whenever Nicole
calls that she has a new conquest for our games Erin and I both bet her
that she has misread the woman. That this time the girl will revolt, not
call her mistress and cease to obey her without question. The bet is always
the same. A couple of hundred dollars of Nicole's money versus an hour or
two of our giving her our undivided attention pleasing her. So far neither
Erin nor I have ever taken Nicole's money. Not that I am complaining. For
the opportunity to play with another one of her female toys I'd gladly give
her some personal satisfaction. Nicole can be a tough mistress on her
slaves, but she always treats Erin and I well. She knows we're really not
submissive but just enjoy kinky girl/girl sex.

From the moment Sandra waltzed through the bar door, I knew Nicole would
once again be calling the shots. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited
about what I would be doing after last call. Sandra was certainly
beautiful. She looked refined and elegant. She didn't look like the kind of
woman who would soon be grovelling at a younger woman's feet. But I also
knew that would be exactly where she would end up. Like all the others
before her, she would soon be begging for Nicole to allow her pleasure and
would be willing to do anything to get it.

Nicole had briefed Erin and me on her plans. After I closed the bar the
rest of my night was free and I would have time to play. Erin wasn't so
fortunate. She was on the night shift and had to work. Once I was done, I
quickly changed clothes in the manager's office and headed upstairs. I knew
Nicole's basic plan, but I was not prepared for the vision of a latex
encased Sandra standing in the hallway. To be sure after she flashed me in
at the bar I knew she would do anything for Nicole, but still, this was
pretty far out there. Nicole had called me when she sent Sandra on her trip
but I was still doubtful that I'd find her wandering the hallway. I walked
slowly both to enjoy the view a little longer and to build some
anticipation. As I got closer I noticed the cat suit was not covering the
shivering woman 100%. I think Sandra's nipples were as hard as any I'd ever
seen. Her clit seemed equally happy. Just what had Nicole done to her? More
importantly, what was Nicole going to do to her and how could I help?

As I approached Sandra I could tell she was quivering with excitement. I
used my swipe card to unlock the door. I was not surprised to find Nicole
waiting for us holding two strap-ons. I knew she loved to fuck women. I do
to and she knows that. I was surprised to see that she was holding out the
larger one for me. Usually she reserves that for herself. As I was about to
find out, that was all part of her master plan.

*** Sandra's POV ***

I watched as Mistress Nicole and Liz exchanged glances. They didn't speak
but their eyes spoke volumes. I anticipated Liz grabbing the strap-on. I
didn't know if they were going to take turns with me or DP me. Secretly I
was hoping for the latter. Mentally I was ready for it and physically I was
craving it. I stood still by Liz's side waiting for
instructions. Unfortunately the instructions went to Liz.

"Are you ready to pay off your bet?" my mistress asked her.

"Business before pleasure?" Liz replied.

"Pleasure is my business," rejoined Nicole. "At least my pleasure."

I watched as Liz stripped down, took the strap-on and began to wrap it
around her waist. I then watched as Nicole walked up to me and spun me
around. Grabbing my arms she began to pull them behind me. I instinctively
put up resistance, but it was a token effort and within seconds my wrist
cuffs were clipped together behind my back.

Nicole then grabbed my erect nipple, marched me over to the couch, spun me
around and pushed me back onto the cushions. My latex suite constricted as
I bent to sit down taking my breath away. I could only watch as Nicole
unsnapped the bottom of her corset exposing her pussy. She then ordered Liz
to sit next to me. We were sitting side by side on the couch. My eyes were
completely focused on the bouncing fake rubber cock attached to her waist
as she sat down. The phallus was pointed skyward like an obscene
flagpole. Nicole wasted no time mounting it. Her pussy stretched easily
accepting the whole invader with a single stroke. She landed with a juicy
splash as she bottomed out the strap-on. I could tell by the expression on
her face that this was what she had been waiting all night for. Her plan
was devious in its simplicity. I'd have to watch her get the pleasure I
craved while I was unable to give any to myself. Nicole was a wicked,
wicked girl.

Nicole began to fuck herself. She was taking her pleasure from Liz and
obviously didn't care if Liz was enjoying herself. Nicole's pace quickened
until she was riding the dildo with reckless abandon. I never knew a woman
could fuck herself so hard. Watching this obscene sex show live in front of
me had the effect you would assume. My own pussy was boiling. However with
my hands cuffed behind me, there was little I could do but watch and get
hornier. Over and over Nicole fucked herself on Liz. Over and over I begged
to be next. Both Nicole and Liz reached over and slapped by breasts for
being a bad slave and talking out of turn.

Nicole's lust was clearly out of control as was my own. Only she was the
only one being satisfied. My juices were literally dripping onto my thigh
and then over the cat suit. I continued to watch the carnal show in front
of me unable to pleasure myself. It was pure torture. Finally with an
animalistic grunt, a moan and then a scream, Mistress Nicole blasted off
like a rocket. For a lesser woman that would have been the end of her
night. How she managed to stand up after that pounding was a mystery for
me. But stand up she did. She was still in control. Both Liz and I were
looking at her with longing and desire.

I was not surprised, although still a little shocked, when she grabbed my
hair and pulled my body down to suck the fake dick. I was now bent over
parallel to the couch cushions fellating the strap-on and savouring every
tasty morsel my mistress had left behind. Surely now it must be my turn. Or
at least my turn to serve Liz. Alas, their plans did not involve my orgasm
for some time.

Once I had finished cleaning mistress' toy she pulled me back into a
standing position and unclipped the cuffs. "Inspection" was all she barked
as Liz began to stand up and remove the strap-on. I was standing in the
middle of the room with my legs spread to just past shoulder level and my
hands on the back of my head. Liz put down the dildo on the table and then
turned back to look at me. I felt doubly naked this time based on the fit
of the latex suit. For some reason when I first learned this position and
only had my stockings and shoes on I was more comfortable. But now, with my
nipples, clit, pussy and ass exposed and the rest of my body covered in a
fetish purveyors dream, I felt dirty. The latex forced me to realize just
how far I'd fallen into my depravity.

Liz took her time inspecting me. She'd already seen my breasts in the bar
but she seemed to take her time testing how heavy they were and how
responsive my nipples were. Of course that brought another involuntary moan
of lust from my mouth. When she pushed two fingers into my pussy and then
flicked my clit I almost came. It took all of my willpower to keep from
cumming. A fact Mistress Nicole appeared to take pride in. Both that she
could hold me on the edge where a single touch could make me cum and more
importantly that I was finally learning enough self control to hold back
until she gave me permission. I was not happy about being made to wait. Liz
commented that she thought I was ready. She didn't say for what but
hopefully shaking in need on the edge of a massive orgasm was a
qualification for what she had in mind.

I watched as Nicole resnapped her corset and grabbed the blindfold she had
put on me before. She put it over my head but not over my eyes. They wanted
me to see what they had planned. Liz produced a thick red collar from
inside Nicole's bag of tricks. She quickly affixed around my neck.  After a
quick tug to make sure the buckle was secure she then produced a leash. I
was not amused. She left the leash dangling between my breasts. The final
item she pulled from Nicole's bag. I guess it wouldn't fit in her
fashionable handbag. The item was a bright red leather strap. As you might
have guessed the colour matched my new collar and the latex bra and shorts
I had painted on my body. Obviously my two tormentors had the plan from the
beginning and I was just along for the ride.

The strap went through a buckle on the front of the collar near the d-ring
the leash connected to. Liz had to twist the collar just a bit to get it to
line up straight down my torso. Liz lifted the leash from between my
breasts and replaced it with the strap. The strap was about 2 inches
wide. It was not very comfortable as it pushed my breasts apart. The
leather's edge was sharp, even with the latex protecting the sides of my
breasts and I could never forget what I was wearing. The strap was about
six feet long which seemed very weird to me. I soon understood as Liz now
pulled the strap between my legs covering my swollen clit, oozing pussy and
to this point neglected asshole. She then pulled the strap up my back and
pulled it through another buckle in the back of the collar. It was buckled
very tightly and would further restrict my ability to walk easily or with
any pace. My curiosity was running wild and for a moment I had the nasty
thought that they were going to march me like this to another room. Then it
hit me. They were going to take me to the swinging couple's room. Certain
Liz would have talked to them after I left and knows where they are
staying. The thought actually relaxed me a bit.

However that emotion was very short lived. Liz now produced two opaque
cylinders from Nicole's bag. I immediately recognized them. Mistress Nicole
and Liz both saw the look on concern on my face but neither took pity on
me. I knew better than to complain verbally but I knew my eyes gave me
away.

The new darkened nipple suckers were quickly attached. My wrists were still
free and I had to fight the urge to defend my nipples from their
onslaught. I wanted so much to push Liz away. Again my eyes told the story
I knew my mouth could not. I could see in Liz's eyes I had made the correct
decision to be passive. I put my hands behind my back to pretend I was
cuffed as a way to keep from fighting back.

I found out at I should have thanked Nicole for only using two rounds of
suction from the syringe. While that was painful it was nothing like the
sensation from the three rounds that Liz used on my poor nubs. Due to the
collar I couldn't tip my head down to see them, but without a doubt they
were stretched further than they ever had been before. I did say a silent
prayer that thanked God for the strap they had wrapped over my clit. At
least they couldn't use the sucker on it.

Satisfied with their handiwork, Nicole reclipped my wrists together behind
my back and then took control of the leash. Liz was busy getting dressed
again as Nicole pulled the blindfold down. Instantly my world went
dark. Nicole led me several times around the room. I could hear the
clicking of a digital camera. That must have been Liz preserving the
moment. I was led back onto the balcony. It was now far too late to have
any office workers watching like they had when I was fucked out here
earlier. How long ago did that feel. I knew it was only a few hours but it
felt like another lifetime ago. The chill of the night air felt
exhilarating, at least until I felt a tug on the leash indicating we were
going back inside. But we didn't stop in the middle of the room.

As we were walking I tried to count my steps. They must be taking me to the
bedroom I decided, with a grin. But we didn't turn the way I was
expecting. We went straight. I immediately sensed the change in carpet
quality as I crossed the threshold into the hallway. While I had been safe
on the balcony, I was now in public. I was sure it was at least 2:30 or
3:00am which hopefully would mean I wouldn't be seen, but fear gripped me
anyway. I felt myself being led down the hall. The leash was held tightly
and I felt frequent tugs as I struggled to keep pace. I finally felt the
marble tiled floor underneath my feet. I must have been standing in front
of the mirror I'd masturbated in front of before. This time there was no
chance of a repeat performance. I heard the pending arrival of the
elevator, heard the bing and felt a tug as I was led into the car. Wherever
we were going it wasn't on this floor.

*** Nicole's POV ***

I was having a grand time with Liz and Sandra. I could sense Sandra's will
and resistance breaking down with every step she took. Liz was taking the
lead holding Sandra's leash. I was operating the video camera. I took care
not to identify Liz, although I did show her hand holding the leash and had
enough shots of her torso and legs to show Sandra was following a woman. I
even managed a few artistic shots of Sandra showing herself in the mirror
of the elevator lobby.

I could almost feel the heat radiating off her body. I knew her arousal was
at the boiling point. I also knew she would be perfect for our first
film. Our purpose of making this video was twofold. First and foremost it
would help Jeannie with her seduction of Rose. Second, Jeannie had found a
website which paid serious money for this type of footage and earning a
little extra cash was always good.

While in the elevator I tried to keep a tight shot on Sandra from the
breasts up showing her increasingly heavy breathing. Her wonderful boobs
were gently rising and falling as she tried to remain calm, at least on the
outside. The nipple cups were doing a hypnotic dance like a magician's
stopwatch trying to distract the view. Even though I had just fucked myself
on Liz, I was starting to get aroused again. Soon enough I'd have her alone
and would be able to indulge my own needs.

*** Sandra's POV ***

My anxiety and arousal continued to build as I listened to the elevator
count down the floors. As each number went by my hopes of stopping before
the lobby were washed away. Surprisingly the synthetic voice announced
"lobby" but we didn't stop. I heard the doors open as the announcement said
"lower level." What was down here? Most of these hotels had gyms and pools
for their visitors. Was Nicole taking me for some kind of perverted
workout? I started to move forward but a tug on my leash stopped me dead in
my tracks and then back into the elevator.

"Sorry about that," I heard Liz explain. "I hit the wrong button."

I didn't have much time to think as the lobby was the next stop. This time
I wasn't so quick to move until the now familiar tug indicated we were
leaving the relative safety of the elevator.

"Now you will realize why we had to cover you up a little better," Nicole
chimed in. "We don't want you arrested for indecent exposure. At least not
yet."

*** Erin's POV ***

I'd been following Sandra's travels in the hallways to get the ice and her
trip down the elevator on the security cameras. Nicole always brought
excitement to my otherwise boring job. We'd sometimes get a couple making
out in the elevator or in a hallway on tape, but only Nicole would send out
a woman in Sandra's condition for me to spy on. I couldn't help but finger
myself in the surveillance room as I watched her struggle to get ice. When
Sandra stopped to masturbate, I almost came. I knew I wasn't going to get
to play with her tonight, but Nicole promised I could have her next
Friday. I was already planning what I was going to do to her. As the group
started back to the lobby I quickly pulled my hand out of my panties and
sprinted back to the registration counter. I wanted to see her for
myself. I was certainly not disappointed.

*** Sandra's POV ***

I knew we were walking through the lobby. We didn't turn coming off the
elevator so we were not heading back to the bar and we were not heading to
the conference rooms. I tried to count the steps as I listened to my heel
clicking on the marble floor. We must have been in front of the counter by
now. That meant Erin and probably the other woman was watching me. Did what
they saw excite them? I hoped so.

I heard a whistle and a catcall from the area where I'd first hidden to
read Nicole's instructions. That time felt long ago when I was a different
person. The voice sounded very male. I wondered if it was one of the
drunken businessmen I had teased in the bar. I was wondering a lot of
things right then but when I felt the cool night air hitting my face as we
walked out the front door, my number one question was where are we going?

It didn't take long to be helped into the back seat of a car. It must have
been parked in the drop off zone in front of the entrance. It was a roomy
backseat with plenty of legroom, but needless to say with my wrists cuffed
behind my back was uncomfortable. Immediately I wondered if Nicole would be
joining me to use me on our trip. Instead I was strapped in with the seat
belt. I heard both front doors open and close. The car began to move. No
words were spoken and the radio was silent. It didn't take me long to lose
my bearings. I didn't know this part of town that well and after a couple
turns I was totally disorientated. I do know we drove for maybe 10-12
minutes before stopping. I heard the front doors open and then my own. I
felt the seatbelt being removed and then another tug of the leash indicated
I should follow.

The floor of wherever we were was definitely concrete. I could tell by the
rhythmic click clack of my shoes. There was also an oily smell. I walked
quite a distance before being told to be careful that we were going to go
down some stairs. I then felt hands on my shoulders to steady me.

The oil smell now gave way to a cool damp feeling and a musky odor as if
there was mould growing nearby. The outside of my body may have been
cooling but inside I was still white hot. The strap running between my legs
was doing a very effective job keeping me aroused with every step. I hoped
we were nearing our destination. Finally I heard a lock being released and
what sounded like a heavy metal door being opened. I was ushered a little
further apparently into a different room. Finally Nicole addressed me.

"Sandra, are you ready to play a little game?"

I was ready to do anything she asked in order to give my body relief.

"Yes Mistress Nicole," I answered.

"Good," she replied. "A while back I found a website that specialized in
adult super heroine fetish videos. At first I thought it was kind of
stupid, but then I got into them. When we met I realized you were perfect
for the role of a beautiful superhero that is captured and tortured by her
arch nemesis."

"Tortured mistress," I questioned.

"Sexually tortured, pet," came the answer. "We have been filming you since
you came in from the balcony in the hotel. Now we are going to tease you
here in my world domination evil headquarters. You will be playing the role
of the Latex Avenger and I am your arch nemesis Rubber Woman."

"I don't understand, mistress," I said with a questioning tone.

"These movies, it seems, always have women dressed in latex, spandex,
rubber or leather. First we're going to tie you to the bed and interrogate
you. By interrogate I mean tease you until you give me the secret
government information you have."

"But I don't have any government information?" I was pleading at this
point. I was not happy with how this night had veered from playtime at the
hotel.

"I know pet. Just play along. You'll understand what we want. Soon you will
be begging to cum and pledging your faithful service to Rubber Woman. If
you do a good job I'll give you the fucking I know you've been craving."

I'd already had my fill of sexual teasing, but bound, blindfolded and with
no idea of where I was I didn't see any way out of playing Nicole's warped
game so I agreed with her terms. I felt hands unclip my wrist cuffs from
each other. I quickly brought my arms in front of me to relax them. Of
course that action caused my breasts to push together and the nipple
suckers to move just enough to shoot pain through my breasts and down to my
clit.

"I almost forgot," cooed Liz. "We need to take off your protective gear."

Now knowing what to expect, I was better prepared for the intense pain
associated with releasing the air pressure in the suckers. It still hurt
but didn't seem as bad as the first time. I guess my body was just getting
familiar with the pain. Taking the strap running between my legs off was
easier. The cool air blowing across my overheated pussy was a welcome
breeze. The collar and leash remained as I was assisted down onto a cot of
some kind. The mattress was lumpy and I could feel the springs. My hands
were now pulled up and attached to the headboard. I could tell only one
person was hooking me to the bed. The other person was obviously handling
the camera. I was told to struggle, but not too hard.

That was an easy thing to do. I rolled a bit side to side and tried to make
it look like I was trying to pull my arms down. When the person moved on to
my legs I tried to kick, but I made sure to let them cuff my ankles to the
bed without too much trouble. I could also tell the end of the leash was
tied to the headboard. Mistress Nicole in her best evil supervillian voice
then began the interrogation.

I tried to picture in my mind what I must look like to the video
camera. Mistress Nicole, sorry, Rubber Woman, was drilling me with
questions rapid fire about who my contacts were in the Justice
department. Who were the other secret agents investigating her criminal
enterprise and what sting operations we were planning. Since I really had
no idea how she wanted me to play along it was easy for me to resist her
questions. Of course that was exactly what she wanted which gave her ample
reason to begin using harsher interrogation techniques. Instead of water
boarding or a different traditional torture method, she preferred
alternating sessions of pain and pleasure designed to bring me right to the
edge of orgasm before taking away my climax at the last moment. It was
frustrating to not be able to see her or what she was doing. I know the
strongest vibrator I'd ever felt was placed between my legs. I could tell
by the shape it was a Hitachi Wand. Nicole was cruel about how it was
used. Sometimes she would just let it rest between my thighs buzzing my
legs but just barely touching my labia. Other times when she was bringing
me close again she would hold it tight against my clit. Of course that
would be only for a few seconds. If she held it like that any longer I
would have erupted.

At other times she used a riding crop on me. The latex provided some
protection and spread out the stinging snap of the leather but it never
failed to kill my desire to cum as she methodically hit my thighs, stomach
and arms. She took care, apparently, not to crop my breasts or pussy. I'm
sure she though the shock of doing so would push me over the edge. She
probably was right.

She used other "toys" on me too. They were primarily designed to cause
pain. I can't really describe them since I didn't see them but I can tell
you that her alternating cycle of pleasure and pain had my head spinning
with lust. Rubber Girl continued to press me for information saying I would
break eventually. She said that soon enough I would beg her for an
orgasm. She said I would beg to be fucked. She said that once I came I
would be her loyal slave and become a double agent feeding her all the
classified information the government had on her and her organization.

I was ready to beg just as she had predicted. I tried to picture myself as
if this situation was real. I found myself assuming the role of the Latex
Avenger in my mind and I started to enjoy this game. I could withstand the
pain, at least at this level, but she was right that my lust would
eventually compel me to submit to her. I had the distinct impression that
Nicole was enjoying her role play too. The next time she held the wand
against my clit a few seconds longer. My body tensed as it teetered on the
edge of a massive explosion. I was right there about to cum when she pulled
it away. That was the last straw. I had forgotten about the camera at this
point. The Latex Avenger was broken in mind, body and spirit.

"Please let me cum," I begged her. "I'll do whatever you want!"

I felt a lone finger slide into my smouldering pussy.

"I know you will pet," she replied. "Now beg me to fuck you. When you cum
you will belong to me."

I didn't hold back. I begged. I pleaded. I gave her every assurance I was
hers and would do her bidding. I promised to be her double agent. I
promised to spy on my own government. I promised to feed her classified
information. I basically promised to become a traitor all to quench the
fire of lust in my heart and more importantly my pussy. I fully expected
her to pounce on me and fill me with her strap-on. I would have cum on the
first stroke and it would have been one of the best orgasms I ever had in
my life. I felt the barrier between our role play and reality
crumbling. Was I pledging that the Latex Avenger would serve Rubber Girl or
that Sandra the middle aged executive would faithfully serve this young
hellcat Mistress Nicole?

As much as I wanted her to pounce on me and fill my needy pussy, it didn't
happen. Instead I felt the bonds being released. Soon my hands were free of
the cuffs and my collar was removed. I felt her moving to my ankles when
she spoke.

"That was great Sandra," Nicole said back in her normal, non-evil
voice. "You were spectacular."

She next removed the blindfold. The bright lights hurt by eyes and I had to
cover them with my hands. I was very confused. Had she decided not to fuck
me after I did everything she had asked? My facial expression must have
asked the question for me.

"Not to worry pet," Nicole said definitely back in mistress mode. "You're
still going to get the best fucking you've ever had later tonight. But we
need to get a little more footage of you and you'll never be up for it
after I take you the way nobody has ever taken you before."

I guess I wasn't confused any more but I certainly wasn't happy
either. Nicole helped me off the bed. Liz was making adjustments to the
video camera. Nicole handed me a mask not unlike the one Michelle Pfeiffer
wore in the second Batman movie. She had to help with my hair so I could
put it on properly but damn, did it look good on me. I temporarily forgot
about the fire in my pussy and my orgasm denied as I looked at myself in a
small mirror they had. I also took the time to look around the room. It was
basically a concrete block walled room. The blocks were painted white and
there was a metal door. It probably was a storeroom at some point but now
it was furnished to look like a cell. There was a twin sized bed which I
had been bound to with a utilitarian metal headboard. It had vertical iron
bars which made it easy to secure a saucy slave to it. The mattress looked
dirty. I already knew it was uncomfortable. I wondered how many other women
had spilled their juices on it under Nicole's care. I was sure she didn't
wash it after each use.

There was also a stainless steel table where Nicole and Liz had laid out
the "torture" devices as if Rubber Girl was a surgeon and the bed was her
operating theatre. Off to the side out of camera range was a green duffel
bag. Soon we were ready to continue. Nicole explained what to do.

"We're going upstairs. We will be in a factory, but don't worry, nobody is
here at night. We're going to turn on just enough light to get a good
picture. The idea is that you have tracked me to what you're sure is my
secret lair. You are going to creep around in your best catlike moves
searching from me. You will pretend you are trying not to be seen. The
camera will shoot you hiding behind the equipment and then moving as fast
as you can to the next piece of equipment for cover. We will shoot a
combination of long shots when you move and close-ups when you stop so
we'll have to shoot each move you make at least two times. When we edit the
footage together it will appear seamless. When we get enough footage you
will find me. We will struggle. We'll wrestle a bit and have a fake
fight. Eventually you will pull my mask off. It is then you will realize
you know who I am."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am the daughter of one of this city's most prominent, trusted and
politically connected businessmen. Think of me as Paris Hilton, but as a
criminal mastermind instead of a talentless celebrity. This is how I can
run my criminal enterprise without interference. This revelation will cause
you to put your guard down. You will stand looking at me and then looking
down at the mask. I will then push you back and you'll fall to the
floor. Liz will drop a net on you to capture you. In the movie we'll then
cut to the torture footage we already shot. In real life we'll take you
back to the cell and fuck your brains out. If I fuck you now you'll cum
immediately and be done for the night. If we wait 45 minutes or an hour
you'll be able to take much more. And trust me, Liz wants to fuck you too
so you better have enough energy for both of us."

I almost taunted her that I had enough energy for both of them twice over,
but I thought better of it. Nicole obviously knew exactly what buttons to
push on me. I had no doubt she really was going to fuck me into submission
in an hour and that the game was really a precursor to real life. We headed
upstairs.

Nicole led me upstairs for my acting debut. I was still nervous about doing
what she was asking. I certainly had my reservations but I was too far
committed to serving her to back out now. I just couldn't face not seeing
her again and walking away from the lifestyle she had shown me. I could do
this. I just thought of it as a role play like I'd done with Mistress
D. The only difference was this was real life and I was being recorded.

Upstairs was the factory floor. The oil smell I had noticed when we first
came in was from lubricants for the machinery. I have no idea what kinds of
machines I was looking at but apparently they could cut and bend metal. The
factory was dirty and smelly. Somehow it seemed right for the video Nicole
wanted to make. I wondered how she got access to the building. Actually I
didn't really wonder that much. It seemed even at her early twenties age
she could get anything she wanted. From the suite at the hotel to a factory
to shoot an adult movie to getting a strong willed middle aged woman
begging to be allowed to serve her, Nicole could do anything.

Liz setup the tripod and the video camera while Nicole turned on just a
couple of lights in a hallway and an office. The open expanse of the
factory floor was eerily dim as it was illuminated by only a couple of
security lights. Liz turned on a light mounted to the top of the camera. It
was brighter and focused on the area right in front of the lens. Nicole
explained to me how I should "act."

"First I need you to stand at the door," she said pointing to the
exit. Move like you are sneaking around. Remember you are trying to catch
me and need to remain out of sight until just the right moment."

I nodded that I understood.

"Liz will shoot the video. I'm going to look around for the best machines
you can hide behind and for the best location for our confrontation."

I watched as Nicole walked off into the darkness of the factory. Liz
pointed to where she wanted me. It took a couple of takes for me to figure
out just what she was looking for in my "cat like" movements. The heels
were definitely an issue. My standard issue 5 inch slave heels were
definitely not super heroine approved. They were just too restrictive for
my character's cat like movements and reactions. In truth, however, I had
to admit they probably looked great on camera. I began to imagine people
watching the video and playing with themselves. The awoke the exhibitionist
in me and I started to get into the role and began to play to the camera
more. By the time Nicole returned Liz said she had enough footage of me in
the hallways and searching the offices for "clues."

Next up was me moving through the factory. This time Nicole was watching
the progress which made me more nervous as I wanted so much to please
her. It also turned me on since I knew the sooner we finished making the
video, the sooner Nicole could fuck me. It was frustrating when Nicole
would have Liz reshoot a segment both Liz and I thought went perfectly
fine. I only hoped when the clips were spliced together everything would
turn out OK.

Finally it was time for the big scene where I confronted Rubber Girl. There
was a small office on the edge of the factory floor where I could sneak up
and catch her. Liz positioned the camera in a wide shot where she could see
Nicole, sitting with her back to the factory, and me lurking in the
shadows. In real life the click of my heels would have given me away, but
in this fantasy world I was quickly upon her with my arms wrapped around
her pinning her against the chair.

"Now I've got you Rubber Girl!" I shouted getting into my role.

I wasn't sure what to expect from Nicole. She sprung up from the chair
easily breaking my hold. I admit I didn't have my full strength locking my
hands, but even if I had I don't think it would have mattered. Nicole must
have taken a self defense class because like a flash she was free and
pushing me out of the office.

"You think I'm that easy?" she bellowed. "Prepare to taste my wrath."

Nicole advanced on me. We locked arms holding each other's shoulders like
two wrestlers at the start of the match. My pussy was throbbing in
anticipation of losing, but my pride meant I'd have to give her a
match. Liz would call out instructions to us. I'd temporarily get the upper
hand and then Nicole would counter and it would look bad for me. All the
while one of us was always showing our body to the camera. I really started
to enjoy showing off my body this way. I good feel myself getting juicier
and the whole situation began to feel normal.

I wondered how much footage they needed as we continued for quite a
while. One of us would fall and the other would stand above the other and
gloat. The girl on the floor would then trip her opponent and we would
wrestle for a while on the grimy floor. Liz would tell us to stop when she
needed to move the camera and we shot multiple takes to account for various
camera angles, wide shots and close-ups. Overall it must have been about
half an hour before Liz told us she had enough and that it was time for me
to be captured. I was thrilled by her decree. We were almost done and I was
well primed for Nicole and Liz to both take me back downstairs.

Nicole had us move over to where there was a pallet with a number of boxes
wrapped in shrink wrap. Liz then setup a medium shot with the boxes just in
the edge of the frame. We struggled once more and then Nicole told me to
pull her mask off. She bent her head forward as if my last shove had forced
her to do so and I grabbed the back of her head. I think I got a bit of her
hair too, but she didn't seem to mind. When she snapped her head back
leaving the mask in my hand, her long hair flowed upward as if she was in a
shampoo commercial instead of a porn movie. I looked down at the mask and
then up at her. I remembered the instruction to be shocked and I hope I
showed that on camera. I left my mouth open as if I was stunned. Nicole
spoke.

"So now you know my real identity. Well that means either you join my
organization or I'll kill you," she said without a hint of being concerned.

I stood in front of her alternating glances at the mask and at her. I
didn't know what to say. I guess that was alright because Nicole quickly
moved in front of me and pushed me toward the boxes. I stumbled trying to
keep my spiked heels below my center of gravity and soon found myself
falling backwards into the boxes. Liz yelled cut and told me to stay there.

She quickly moved the camera and focused a tight shot on me. She then had
me stand up and mock falling backwards again. I be lying if I said it
didn't hurt landing against the pallet again. Liz told me to lay still. She
reset the camera again and then ran behind the boxes. She told Nicole she
was ready. Nicole in turn told me to start to get up and that Liz was going
to throw a net on me. When that happened I was to fall forward on the
floor.

I guess Liz had set the camera up wide enough to capture the falling of the
net and my capture in one take. Nicole loudly praised her "evil assistant"
for taking me prisoner. She then announced that I should be taken to the
interrogation room.

Liz reappeared and stopped the camera. Nicole said she was very proud of me
which gave me a warm feeling inside. Liz setup the camera so all three of
us could be in the shot. Once the camera was rolling, Nicole gave the
orders. She was holding up the blindfold I had been wearing earlier.

"Put this on her. I don't want her knowing where we take her," she
instructed Liz.

Liz seemed all too pleased to agree. I knew we were going downstairs but
when they had originally shot the torture scenes, I didn't know where I was
so emotions were real. If I wanted to make it impossible for her to
blindfold me I could have. After all it was tough for her to wiggle the
blindfold through the net and certainly I had enough freedom of movement to
remain sighted, but I passively played along. I then heard the tripod move
again and soon I was being dragged along the oily floor. It was not
pleasant. The latex did little to protect me from the cutting sensation
from the net. Fortunately they only dragged me until I was out of the
camera frame.

After that I was released and the blindfold was removed, at least
temporarily. Nicole and Liz both gave me big hugs of congratulations. They
each also gave me a passionate kiss. The feeling of normalcy for the
situation was reinforced.

Once we were back downstairs Liz quickly setup the camera facing the front
edge of the bed. Nicole put the blindfold back on me and then tied me to
the bed as I had been during the torture scene. I wished she had not put
the blindfold back on me. I've seen enough movies to know even in a porno
people look for continuity problems between scenes, but I really wanted to
see what they were up to. I heard noises from the equipment table. I prayed
that meant Nicole was donning her strap-on.

Nicole told me to beg again to be fucked so they could have a choice of
angles for my official submission. That was easy for me. Instead of feeling
her penetrate me as I had expected, I heard and then felt my leg cuffs
being removed. My wrist cuffs quickly followed and I was pulled off the
cot.

Nicole had me stand leaning against the iron footboard. It came up to the
small of my back. She quickly reaffixed the cuffs to the footboard with my
arms spread as wide as they would go. I was a bit surprised she didn't cuff
my legs into a similar position. Not that I was complaining mind you, I
just figured she would put me in a standing spread eagle.

"OK Sandra," she began. "This is the final scene. Remember we've just
finished torturing you. You've begged to cum and pledged to serve me. I
know you want to get fucked right now and fucked you will be. I'm going to
make you beg just a bit more and then I'll give you what you want. I'm
going to tell you not to cum without permission and I want you to beg for
that honor also. Don't worry. I'm going to let you cum soon. I just want
your begging on the video. After I'm done Liz is going to fuck you. Just so
you can see that I am a good sport, you can cum with her too. If you ask
nicely."

I couldn't see the expression on her face but I'm sure she was proud of the
little taunt she just used. Liz said she was ready. So was I. I'm pretty
sure Nicole had been looking forward to this moment from the second she
first entered my house. I felt the hard rubber of her strap-on smack
against my clit. I hoped the camera audio would catch the sound of my
wetness. I could certainly hear it as Nicole hit my clit three more times
causing me to cry out my first begging of this scene.

"Oh please rubber girl," I whimpered. "Don't make me wait. Fuck me. Take
me. Make me your slave."

I was no longer playing the role. I knew deep that is what I really wanted
from Nicole. I wanted to be her slave. I wanted her to control me. I wanted
her to take me and use me for her own pleasure. I felt a finger slide into
my pussy. I knew she was going to show the camera how wet I was. Nicole's
running commentary confirmed what I knew she would do. I continued to
beg. I felt her strap-on at the tip of my labia.

"Ask nice and I'll fuck you," she cooed.

I didn't care what I had to say or agree to at that moment. Nicole had me
pledge again to serve her and to be a double agent against the
government. In hindsight it was amazing that she kept her character so
well. I was a babbling begging slut and all I knew was I had to get her
rubber cock into my pussy. Finally she tired of taunting me and slowly
pushed the strap-on into me. I'm sure Liz had an obscene close-up of my
pussy swallowing the whole length.

Nicole was masterful as she worked the cock into and out of me. She
alternated between slow loving strokes and fast pounding thrusts. Bound as
I was in the standing position, I could do little but take her in the
manner she pleased. One of the first things she said was my instruction not
to cum without permission. I knew that was likely a losing battle. It was
tough enough to control my lust during the slow strokes, but when she would
grab the top rail of the footboard and really lay into me I was begging
nonstop for relief. In character she would just laugh at me. Softly she
would then give me assurances I was going great and would tell me just a
little longer. We both knew my orgasm was going to hit momentarily and it
was going to be massive.

Nicole announced that "When you come you will belong to me." She punctuated
her edict with three savage thrusts which shook the entire bed. I shouted
out "Yes mistress! May I please cum! I will be your slave!"

Thankfully she said, "Yes slave. Cum for me and take your place at my feet
as my slave."

She then reached up and squeezed both my nipples hard. Without warning the
pain mixed with another pleasurable savage thrust of the dildo and I
exploded. The mix of emotions running through my body caused an information
overload in my brain. I was operating on pure instinct and adrenaline as I
howled in pleasure and tried to thrust forward to capture every ounce of
pleasure I could take from her wonderful dick. I lost all sense of time as
I quivered and shook against the bed frame. A second orgasm ripped through
me as Nicole didn't bother to stop pounding me with her fuckstick. Finally
I screamed, "No more!" and thankfully she took pity on me and stopped. I
was still shaking. The bindings joyfully held me upright.

I was still on another planet when I felt Nicole's fingers reach into my
pussy and scoop out a sloppy load of juice. She then wiped my goo against
my face. "Remember I own you now," she said.

I was slumping down worn out from her monumental fucking. My weight was
hanging from my wrists. I couldn't even hold my head straight until Nicole
pulled it up for me. "Yes ma'am," I replied. "Thank you mistress."

I could sense Nicole walking away. I heard her confirm with Liz that
everything went well technically. I was still trying to recover when I felt
my wrists being released. I slumped to the floor.

"She's no good to me now," I heard Liz say. "I hope you're happy."

I know I was happy. I was pretty sure Nicole was too.

"Don't worry Liz. She's a fuck beast. Let's get the equipment put away and
then you can do what you want to her."

"She had better be ready for me or you owe me this time," Liz responded.

I heard them walk out the door. I still couldn't move so I remained on the
cold concrete floor. My pussy was oozing happiness and still
throbbing. Just thinking about my situation brought me a mini-cum as my
body remembered the pleasure my mistress had just given me. I hoped they
would hurry back. It never occurred to me to take off the blindfold. My
hands were free and I could have, but my brain was replying what had just
happened and I didn't want to risk killing my buzz.

I felt a hand take mine and lift me up. I was then pushed up onto the
cot. I was positioned my favorite way. On my knees with my hands grabbing
the rail of the footboard, I knew Liz was going to take me doggie style. I
didn't know if I could handle it. My best orgasms, at least my best non-toy
related orgasms, always came when I got it from behind. Given how I'd just
cum from Nicole's frontal assault, I wondered how much more I could
take. She didn't clip the cuffs to the rail. In truth I needed it for
stability so it really didn't matter. I wasn't about to let go.

Immediately I noticed she was wearing Nicole's bigger strap-on, the one she
was holding when we walked into the suite when Liz arrived. It filled me
completely. Even after the major league fucking Nicole had given me, Liz's
added size made me feel brand new. Even though I was blindfolded I knew
there was a mirror over the table at the end of the bed. In my mind I could
see exactly what I looked like as Liz had her way with me. I'd always found
a mirror to be one of the best bedroom accessories you could have and I
wished I could take advantage of it now. But Liz obviously still wanted me
blindfolded so for the time being I played along. I rocked my hips back and
forth trying to match her pace and maximize the pleasure of her thrusts. I
was as loud and obscene as the world's best porn star as she began to pound
me every bit as hard as Nicole had. Soon I was on the edge of another
massive climax and begged Liz to give me permission to cum. Instead she
stopped and pulled out. I groaned in frustration. Then I heard Nicole from
in front of me.

"I'm the one who will keep you on the edge for hours, pet. We just need to
change position and then you can cum."

What the hell did the position have to do with anything? I was perfectly
happy to cum bent over on my knees. I felt Liz push against my butt causing
me to roll to my side. I could feel her lying down next to me. Not that I
was disappointed to play cowgirl, but I really didn't understand the reason
to switch. Maybe having me bounce on her would get the strap-on to hit her
clit better. Maybe she just liked the view. It didn't really matter. I was
rolled back on top of her and with a little guidance from Nicole was soon
filled and moaning again. I felt two hands on my butt pushing me down onto
Liz's cock.

"Hold still a moment," I heard Nicole say. Then I felt her weight on the
cot. I realized what she meant before I even felt her push me forward so I
was laying on top of Liz or before I felt the lube against my asshole. I
made a mental note to thank Mistress D for her anal training as I felt
Nicole's strap-on push against my brown eye. My first double penetration
and it was at the hand of two women. I'd come a long way in a week from the
sexually frustrated divorcee I had been when Nicole found me.

Logistically it was a challenge to find our rhythm, but it didn't take
long. I can tell you both my antagonists were expert swordswomen and had
obviously done this before. I was screaming in pleasure almost
immediately. Nicole gave me permission to cum whenever I wanted and as
often as I could. She then pulled off the blindfold and I saw the camera
was still pointed right at me. It had been focused on me the entire time I
was on my knees. I came and I came hard. Nicole then pulled off my mask.

"Sandra, meet the world. The world, meet Sandra."

I quivered as another orgasm washed over me. I was cumming fast and furious
now. Mini-cums, little cums, big cums in succession as Mistress Nicole and
helper mistress Liz (I didn't really know what to call her) continued to
fuck me into submission. I know Liz came at least once and I ground myself
on top of her. I don't know if Nicole did. In the end they left me as a
fucked out piece of meat lying in a pool of my own juice with a gaping
asshole and a pussy which had been fucked raw. I could only lie passively
and watch as this time they really did pack up their gear. When I was alone
in the room I wondered if they were coming back.

*** Nicole's POV ***

The night at the hotel and factory had been a long one. By the time Liz and
I fucked Sandra I think we both needed our own relief more than Sandra did,
but I knew by giving her an endless series of orgasms would further draw
her into my web of submission. I'd had some fun earlier and with Sandra now
firmly under my control she would be giving me pleasure on command so I
could let her have some fun tonight. She'd been a remarkable good sport
about all we'd put her through. I could tell she loved it. No she craved it
and by this time next week her daughter would be under Jeannie's control as
well.

Sandra was truly spent. If I let her she would sleep for hours. I allowed
her to pass out on the cot while I helped Liz with the gear. As we were
loading everything back up into the car she asked when she could borrow
Sandra and be properly pleasured instead of just the mediocre cum she had
tonight. I told her I had plans for the next two Fridays with my new slave
but after that she and all our friends could have a party and use Sandra. I
could tell she didn't want to wait that long, but I still needed a couple
of weeks to reinforce Sandra's place in my life. I asked Liz to run the
memory cards from the cameras over to Jeannie's house and then to come back
and pick us up. She didn't seem happy about being asked to run the errand
so I offered to call Jeannie and put her tongue on standby for her. Liz
just laughed at how easy it was for me to order someone to service her. Liz
declined saying it was getting late. Looking up I could see the first
glimmer of the sunrise so I had to agree. Liz said to just have Jeannie
waiting outside and that she'd be right back.

I got Jeannie on the phone. She wanted to know everything that happened. I
asked if she had planning the earlier pictures on Sandra's computer and had
sent some to Rose. She said she had. I told her Liz was on her way over and
that she should copy the video to Sandra's computer also. If I wanted to
see what happened all I had to do was watch the footage. I then told her I
needed a finished product by next Friday when I'd see Sandra again. Jeannie
said she understood.

*** Sandra's POV **

Nicole finally did come back and she lay down on the cot with me and we
snuggled for a while. It was a surreal tender moment considering what she
had put me through that night. I dozed in and out of reality. I had no idea
how long we lay together. She knew I needed some time to get my strength
back. I assumed I would have to pleasure her before we were done, but I was
wrong. Eventually she got up and helped me to my feet. She led me back
upstairs. Then she held up the blindfold once again. I couldn't believe she
had more planned. I passively stood in front of her as she affixed the
blindfold and cuffed my hands behind my back for the final time. Once more
I felt the cool outside air wash over me and soon I was in the back seat of
the car. We must be heading back to the hotel. I tried to relax and rest in
the back seat. When the car stopped I was mentally ready to walk through
the lobby again. It had to be morning by now. Maybe Erin was about to end
her shift and want her turn with me.

I heard the door open. Nicole told me to twist so she could remove the
cuffs. She then helped me out of the car. Even after all these hours I
wasn't very steady on these heels. I was going to have to practice walking
in them. I heard the car door shut and Nicole holding my hand led me
forward. "Step up," she said and I did. The ground was soft. This wasn't
the front entrance to the hotel. This was grass. I was confused. Nicole
spoke to me for the last time.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening. I look forward to seeing you next
Friday."

With that she gave me a very passionate kiss. This disoriented me
further. I was outside somewhere standing on grass as my young mistress
kissed me. I was stunned momentarily. I knew I was exposed in public, but I
wanted Nicole to do more than just kiss me. I felt a strap which I later
found out was my purse being slid onto my arm. I heard a car door shut and
knew Nicole had driven off. I reached up and ripped off my blindfold in
time to see her heading up the street. My street. I looked around. It was
already dawn and the world was starting to stir. I was laying in my front
yard in my latex suit with my pussy and nipples exposed. God help me if my
neighbors just witnessed this display. I gathered my wits as quickly as I
could. I fumbled with my purse to get my keys, but they were not in the
compartment I usually keep them in. I stood up and started to make my way
up the driveway to the back door. I kept a hide-a-key there. As I staggered
up the driveway I kept searching through my purse and found my keys in a
different compartment. Breathless I reached the safety of my yard. My chest
was heaving with a mix of fear and arousal as I opened the door. Once
safely in the kitchen I sat down and masturbated myself to another
climax. I didn't feel like I had a choice. My body demanded one last
cum. Looking at the clock it was 6:45am. I had to get some sleep and I had
to get this latex off my body. But which one should I do first?

I was asleep almost as quick as my head hit the pillow and I didn't move
until I heard a pounding on my front door. Roused from my coma like
state. I looked at the clock. It was only 8:15. Who could be so insistent
at this hour of a Saturday morning? I crawled out of bed. My body was still
encased in the hardened liquid latex. Just a few hours ago the warm cocoon
of my cat suit felt like a second skin to me and I had decided not to
remove it just yet opting for sleep instead. Now as I peeked out of my
bedroom window and saw Rose's car in the driveway I realized that had been
a mistake. I knew she wasn't about to leave and I knew I couldn't let her
see me this way. I panicked for a moment and then began to search for my
cell phone. Thankfully I had not left it downstairs.

I called Rose. She seemed very surprised. I explained that I had a late
night of drinking and that she had woke me up. I told her where to find the
hide-a-key in the back yard and that I was going to shower and then I'd
come downstairs. I didn't know how plausible I sounded but that was all I
could think of on the spot. She seemed to buy it. Now all I had to do was
remove the latex and shower away any evidence of my perverted adventure.
That would prove to be easier said than done.