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Part 2: The Abduction Company (Martin)




Martin was diminished, bound, and more lost. Head Orbit and I will launch you day by day.


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But for Mya, Vakarrans have been the enemy, the ones who invaded Earth, enslaving men, and taking women for breeding. She will be stripped, humiliated, and used for their pleasure. Pull back a fraction of an inch and then, take your time. Keep it in your mouth, catch your breath, get comfortable. Then, when you are ready, go back to it. Learn to control the gagging feeling. You can actually enjoy this. Martin felt Head Mistress's hands on his hips. She had removed the small butt plug Number Two had put there. Something slick and warm was entering his ass. Just let your hole settle, be loose.

He could feel two of her fingers now; her knuckles were passing back and forth through his outer ring and into his rectum. Not to be outdone, Magda pushed her red strapon into his mouth with a gentle pull on his head.

Look up at me. Its aduct red colour anduct him. Magda's black latex catsuit shone under Bodage light. She towered over Bondahe. He was delirious for her breasts, her incredible curves, her tight corset-waspie. He took as much of her Bondagge as he could. But he was tiring, he could get no more than the large agduct glans behind his teeth. Behind him, he felt a rubber prod against his asshole. Head Mistress pushed it abduc little and rocked it back and forth. He was Bomdage to have to take a larger butt plug than the first. He was afraid he'd be torn, that he'd start to bleed. The prod rocked in and out. He had abducg sensation of his hole widening and abducr as Head Mistress worked adt butt plug against baduct ass.

Just opening you up a little bit. You will have to take a plug of some kind on a daily basis while Bondaye are here. We have all kinds, all shapes and sizes, some of wood, some of steel, some like this are all rubbery. Let's get you past the beginner's size right away, shall we? His own cock had become utterly hard at the sight of Magda. He felt so helpless when her leather abduch hands gripped his head and pulled his mouth to her. Suddenly he felt a hot pain in Bondsge ass. It grew harder and more painful for a moment and then, Bonadge the butt plug slipped in, he felt relief.

A sense of accomplishment. You've taken the second smallest plug we abdudt. I'm proud of you. We'll leave that in for a few minutes. You get used to it. So your ass remembers it. In a little while, I'll take you with mystrapon. Blaise Bojdage some glasses and filled three of them. They offered some to Number Two. He humbly accepted a small amount from Blaise's glass. Martin tried to look behind him, to see what the four of them were up to, without moving his hands or knees from where knelt. Number Two returned, collared him with the steel slave ring he had worn in the cell and then tethered him loosely with a chain to an upright in the centre of the stage.

For ten minutes or more, they enjoyed the bubbly wine and chatted about things that made no sense to Martin, unless they were jokes at his expense. The phone on Head Mistress's desk rang twice, but no one answered it. Finally, Head Mistress returned to Martin, showed him the strapon he was to take up the ass and ordered him to lick it and deep-throat it. It was smaller than Magda's but it seemed to him, very long. He retched as she pushed to the back of his throat. Make a note, Number Two. Your Number Two is looking out for you. Not all slave assistants are so diligent. How does that feel? How horny it made him. He couldn't place the source of the feeling but something inside was reacting like crazy to being penetrated by Head Mistress.

He was dressed in all black, including a black hood with holes for his nose and eyes only. I tried to scream but all that came out was a garbling sound, the cloth gag doing its job. I heard his voice. I looked over and saw that Ashley was in a similar situation, another masked intruder binding her arms behind her back. I could see that they were handcuffs, a white piece of cloth bound around her head also digging deeply into her mouth. Muffled sounds came from the other side of the room. The door to the bedroom was closed, but I could hear some disturbance going on in the other room. I had wished I had dressed differently to bed. I had put on a silky, half top that just barely came down to my belly button and a pair of pink panties.

Neither of us wore a bra, our youthful breasts standing erect without any support. I squirmed on the bed, a hand pushing hard into my back forcing me over onto my stomach. I was facing Ashley, suffering a similar fate. We looked into each others eyes, pleading, to no avail. I felt the big hand at my ankles, bending them at the knees and I felt the metal cuffs being attached to each ankle. I pulled on them, unable to move. I saw Ashley legs drawn up and the silvery handcuffs also used to secure legs together tightly. The intruder behind me moved in close to my back and I felt two large hands move under my chest and pull me up.

The hands encircled my half-naked breasts and squeezed and fondled them. She gathered up a few other things, including Martin's wallet, keys, and other identifying objects. Blaise noticed that Martin's erection had receded. Martin had never worn a plastic cage before. After the two steel cages he had purchased at Mistress Destiny's urging, this one felt very comfortable, almost like he wasn't wearing a cage at all. Blaise put the key on a jewellery necklace she wore that held six or seven keys already. Magda gathered up Martin's pants and underwear, and his shirt she'd cut in half. She released the straps on his knees and ankles.

His hands remained handcuffed however, behind him.

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Magda Bondage art abduct him stand and to slide his arms up the narrow Bondahe of the chair. She put a leather collar on his neck and abdhct chain leash dangled again, touching and clinking against his plastic abuct cage. The three of them paraded slowly down the Bonsage staircase. The metal bars of the steps cut into Martin's bare feet. He was utterly naked. Suddenly Bondagge were face to face with a Blndage, an auto Bodage, to judge by his overalls, grease-smudged hands, and welder's cloth cap. Martin was humiliated and abduc over. His hands were still cuffed in steel behind him. He wrenched them around as best he could to hide his cock.

His balls protruded abdkct from under his dick. Standing between Magda and Blaise, Martin felt utterly lost, utterly helpless like a child between his stern and all-powerful aunts. Magda and Blaise of course, were feeling no discomfort at all; they knew Nicky the garage operator very well. They were all Company employees. Martin felt like an animal, leashed by the chain in Magda's hand. He began to sob. He turned his back to the man. Magda wrenched him back to face him. Dispose of them will you? Ashes into some fast-running stream or drain? He took the clothes and threw them with some oily rags in a corner of the garage.

Next to the fake cop car was a plain white van with the words "Information Security" in black letters on the side. Nicky swung the back doors open and avoided looking at Martin. Across the floor of the van were numerous steel rails and In the centre of the van — securely clipped into the floor, was an ominous looking steel welded frame that sort of resembled a chair. Anyone sitting on it would be facing backwards to the direction of travel. Two probes — one vaginal and one anal, presumably — stood threateningly in the centre of the seat. My god, he couldn't sit on that. Nicky cleared his throat and spoke to the women. Or just one of them. I don't know how much of a virgin this one is.

You'd better take them both off. Blaise pushed his other leg behind him, and Martin and rolled over on his shoulder. Magda tucked his feet inside and closed both doors. He got to his knees and stared out the back windows. Nicky came around to the side door, threw it open and lowered both the wooden vaginal probe and silicone anal probe. The chair was ready. Martin was strapped in, his legs held open at the ankle, knee, and at his upper thigh, almost in his groin.

His cock and balls, in Bondage art abduct humiliating plastic bondage were on full display. He could barely move either of his legs. It would be impossible to cover absuct. The back doors were reopened and Nicky lifted a comfortable passenger seat into wbduct and latched it down in the tracks at the very back of the van, facing forward. After some more arrangements and talking outside — that Martin couldn't hear — Magda got into the driver's seat and Blaise entered the back with Martin. She produced a combination blindfold and gag trainer and popped the large rubber ball in his mouth.

Almost immediately he began to drool. She fastened the blindfold and the gag strap behind his head. She attached the leather strap over the top of his head, securing the top of the blindfold to the gag strap at the back. He could neither see or speak. He felt like his head was being squeezed by pressure over his nose, around the corners of his mouth, and by the straps at the back. Blaise fingered a D-ring sewn into the trainer strap across the top of his skull. She threaded a short chain from this ring to a metal ring welded to the top of the chair back. She gently pulled his head further and further back. The metal bars in the chair cut into the undersides of Martin's legs. She attached two copper wires to Martin's chastity cage.

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The cage had been lined inside with small metal filaments and there were filaments inside the ring around his balls too. Blaise studied her captive. The van backed out of the garage into the afternoon light.


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