Will Henry - The Passionate Prisoners

Fortunately, they were a perfect fit. It took me awhile to lace them up properly, but the results were well worth the effort. The boots left my feet arched quite steeply, and molded very tightly around my ankles and calves, outlining them perfectly. Properly booted and wearing the leather outfit, I examined myself in the full-length mirror. I'm afraid I blushed a little when I realized how short my skirt really was, but I was really pleased with the outfit. Although I had never worn such high heels before, I found that they were surprisingly easy to walk in and really had an enhancing effect on my legs.

"Next, it was Nancy's turn to dress up fetish-style. She wore the same basic outfit of black panties, garter belt, and nylon hose that I did, but by way of contrast decided to wear a rubber outfit. This consisted of a rubber skirt hemmed to end just at the tops of her nylons, together with a pretty rubber jacket that fit her buxom figure quite nicely.

Rubber gloves, a small rubber cap, and knee-length rubber boots completed the outfit. I must admit that I had never realized that a rubber outfit could be so appealing.

"Telling me that Ken wanted to attend to her first, Nancy told me to wait in the bedroom until Ken was ready for me. She was gone for some little time and, as might be expected, I became more and more apprehensive with each passing minute. My mind kept going back to what I had seen in the guesthouse, and my heart was soon pounding wildly. When I heard Ken's steps on the stairs, I was really in a state.

"He quickly burst in to the room, carrying a dog collar and some rope.

Knowing that I was blushing vividly, I kept my eyes lowered as he paused to give my fetish costume an appreciative glance. Although it didn't do any good, I couldn't refrain from tugging at the hem of my leather skirt in a futile effort to cover up my stocking tops.

"I couldn't help feeling a little undignified as he snapped the dog collar around my neck, letting the leash hang down in front. Next, he tied my gloved wrists securely together behind my back in a crossed position. By this time, I already felt quite helpless and within his power, and when I noticed that he was visibly aroused I felt my excitement beginning to mount.

"Taking me by the leash, he started escorting me down the stairs. With my inexperience in such matters, I found it extremely humbling to be led by the leash like that, as if I were some totally inferior creature. In addition, I had to be careful negotiating the stairs in those spike-heeled boots, and couldn't help blushing warmly when he continually looked back over his shoulder to observe my progress.

"When we made it downstairs, Ken led me into his study. It appeared to be like any other study might be, although larger than most. I was about to ask him why he had taken me in there when he pulled aside a bookcase to reveal a door. As I soon discovered, the door opened to a secret stairway that led down to their bondage chamber. It was just like some old Gothic novel, and I felt my heart in my throat as he started leading me down those winding, dimly fit stairs.

"Finally, we arrived in the bondage chamber. It was just like a dungeon!

The walls were black and the lighting was deliberately low, creating a dark and foreboding atmosphere that had an immediately chilling effect on me. In the dim light, I could make out various chains, straps, and bondage devices attached to hooks on all four walls, while there were various bondage and torture-type devices scattered around the floor of the large room. It was just like something out of the Middle Ages, and I felt my knees weakening under me at the prospect of being tormented by some of those bizarre devices.

"I had forgotten about Nancy until Ken led me over to one corner. There was Nancy strung up to a hangman's gibbet in total subjugation! She was still completely attired in her rubber outfit and was blindfolded and gagged with a rubber ball on a dowel stick. Her hands were tied to the horizontal bar of the gibbet, while her ankles were tied to the base of the vertical bar. An expandable metal bar extended from the gibbet into the small of her back, forcing her to arch her back and thrust out her midsection in an almost unbelievable and totally grotesque manner! It looked as if every muscle in her body must have been stretched to the utmost, and I didn't see how she could endure it. Her vision totally obscured by the heavy blindfold, she seemed oblivious of our presence.

"I didn't have to be told that my turn was next, and could feel my teeth chattering as Ken led me over to a wooden device on the floor. The device, which I later learned was known as a St. Andrew's cross, consisted of a six-by-six wooden frame with two other lengths of wood forming an X within the frame. I had no idea how it might be employed, but I soon found out.

"To make sure that I did not object to any of his plans, Ken decided to start out by gagging me. Without realizing what I was letting myself in for, I quickly opened my mouth when Ken produced another rubber-ball device similar to the type I had seen Nancy wearing. He forcibly fit it into my mouth between my teeth, and I suddenly found out how uncomfortable it was to have my mouth pried open like that. I tried to protest but it was much too late.

"Untying my wrists temporarily, Ken made me stretch out spread-eagle fashion on the cross so that my arms and legs were atop the X-shaped lengths of board. Beginning at my gloved wrists, he proceeded to tie all four limbs securely to the cross. To make this task easier for him, he had placed various lengths of rope under the cross beforehand. Gagged and helpless, all I could do was watch as my wrists, forearms, elbows, and upper arms were securely lashed to the cross. Next, my ankles, calves, lower thighs, and upper thighs were likewise lashed to the cross. It took some time and it was all quite uncomfortable, but I found it quite exciting to be restrained in such a helpless manner. Of course, I could see that he had tied me in a manner that would leave him quite free to torment me sexually, and it was quite a frightening sensation to realize that he could do anything he wanted to me and that I was powerless to stop him.

"When he finished tying me up, he promptly proceeded to prop the frame up against the wall. Gagged and spread-eagled like that, there was nothing I could do as I suddenly found my weight pressing down uncomfortably against the ropes. However, the ropes were tied securely and held me firmly lashed to the cross just like some sacrificial victim.

"Ken left me suspended like that while he began disrobing. In a moment, he was completely undressed and of course he was quite aroused. Knowing that I would simply have to endure whatever form of sexual abuse he had in store for me, I found myself writhing against my bonds with a mixture of fear and excitement. Although he hadn't even laid a hand on me, I was fully sexually aroused.

"Without further ado, Ken proceeded to turn the frame twice on its side and, to my astonishment, I suddenly found myself hanging upside down!

With the blood suddenly rushing to my head, I tried to protest through my gag but of course that was impossible. My short leather skirt fell back, leaving my black panties fully on display. But that was only the beginning of it. Ken stepped forward with a pair of scissors and there was nothing I could do but make protesting noises through my gag as my panties were promptly cut apart and removed with a firm yank!

"There I was with my legs spread-eagled, absolutely showing everything!

Ken took his time inspecting me and all I could do was squirm with embarrassment. To torment me all the more, he pried the lips of my vulva wide apart with his fingers and leisurely took his time to inspect me at close range! It was easy to see that he was a master in the art of making a girl feel immodest and ashamed.