Amanda's Seduction
by
Miss Blue
one
Amanda looked at the little building behind the men's club and debated.
She so wanted to go in, to be tied up, or better yet, mummified to the
point of immobility and put on display with the only thing showing below
her neck her nipple clamped breasts and neatly trimmed cunt, so that
anyone passing by could have his way with her. Not that anything too
untoward happened, the rules of The Back Room Dungeon were simple, no
blindfolds, no gags and no sex. The rules allowed them to remain open
despite all the city's attempts to shut it down. The no gag rule also
allowed the safe word to be spoken when needed and the no sex rule meant
that employees were able to enhance patrons' frustrations to the utmost,
because they knew there would not be any relief.
Amanda sighed and decided not to go in this time. She had to be to work
in the morning and really couldn't afford the Dungeon's exorbitant fee
anyways. She would wait for her birthday next week and treat herself.
Amanda was 5' 5'' and 190 pounds. She still had something of an
hourglass shape, even for her size, although it was beginning to look
more pear like. She was almost pretty, but her face was a bit too round,
too full. She was going on thirty, widowed and alone in the world. Her
husband had died in a car accident three years earlier. She had also
been severely injured in the accident. The steering wheel had been
smashed down and into her stomach, and requiring the doctors to perform
a hysterectomy. They explained that they had decided to perform and
experimental procedure in which her uterus had been removed, but her
ovaries were left to maintain a balance of hormones. As a result, she no
longer had a period, but she still had all the sexual urges of a normal
woman in her twenties. She actually didn't mind too much about losing
the ability to carry children, she didn't like kids and had never wanted
one of her own. Her husband she missed for a while, but now he was a
faded memory.
Dr. Smith watched Amanda's car pull away. He had seen her at the
Dungeon several times, the first time being over two years ago and
thought now she might be the perfect addition to his little farm in the
country. He had checked up on every portion of her life and finances.
She worked in the computer field at a technical call center that paid
her half of what her skills were worth. She lived modestly in a small
house that she and her husband had purchased a year before the accident
and which now she was having a hard time keeping the payments up on, and
on top of her other bills, the driver of the car that had crashed into
hers was uninsured and she had yet not paid off all of her medical bills
from the accident. So there was a piece of leverage for him, she needed
money.
Dr. Smith knew other things about Amanda as well. One day about a year
ago while she was at work Dr Smith and his colleague Mr. Jones (they
kept their true names hidden due to the nature of their work) had
entered her small house on a reconnaissance mission. They skipped her
living room, not expecting to find anything of interest there, and went
straight to the bedroom. The room contained a dresser, a locked book
cabinet and a four-poster iron bed. They found black silk ties tied to
each of the four posts, with slipknots in each so that she could tie
herself spread-eagle to the bed, and still be able to get out when she
needed to. In the dresser they found a collection of dildos, ball gags,
nipple clamps, and a corset which when worn must pad and push her small
breasts up very high and reached almost down to her pubic hairs. Looking
at her underwear they discovered that all her bras were pushups and or
heavily padded. Unlocking the cabinet they found a collection of erotic
novels, the most dog-eared of which were of women in bondage, tied up
while innumerable sexual acts were performed on them. Before leaving
they placed a set of hidden cameras around the room, and a transmitter
for them in the attic. She did not masturbate every night, but when she
did she always tied herself up or put on the corset and tightening it to
the point of being almost unable to breath. Often she blindfolded and
gagged herself as well and fell asleep after, arms and legs still tied
to the bedposts. There was his second piece of leverage; he knew she
would enjoy the lifestyle he had to offer. Well, at least she would
after the first shock of it was over.
So the doctor watched her drive off, knowing that next time she entered
the Back Room Dungeon, he would make her an offer he was sure she would
not refuse.
two
Amanda returned to the Dungeon in one week. She had called ahead to
make her arrangements and paid in advance. This time, she had made plans
to be there the whole day and remain overnight. This was special
birthday present to herself. She wore a long strapped black dress that
came in at the waist and then flared out, hiding somewhat the size of
her hips. She had purchased it special for this occasion, and doubted
that she would ever be able to wear it again.
As soon as she walked through the door, a tall dark muscular man in
tight black jeans and white loose fitting shirt grabbed her from behind.
He pulled her to him and covered her mouth with his hand, pulling her
head back to his chest. "Don't say anything and you won't get hurt too
badly," he said. She nodded and he pulled her into a room and through a
panel in a wall down a flight of stairs to a basement she had not known
existed. He took the duffle bag she carried with her spare set of
clothes and threw it into a corner and dragged her to a cage that really
more resembled an iron maiden, so small was it and at no more than one
foot by one foot and when he forced her into it Amanda had to stand at
an angle to fit. Her arms were practically pinned to her sides. "Don't
go anywhere," her captor said as pulled on a chain that raised the cage
several feet in the air and then left the room. The cage was made of
bars set about four inches apart in most places. Around her torso the
space between the bars was less than two inches. She could hardly move.
'Well this isn't very exciting,' Amanda thought as she swung in her
cage, 'I hope things get better than this.' She didn't have to wait
long. Her captor returned with a box and Amanda could see leather cuffs
on top. "Let's get you ready. She watched as he reached through openings
in the cage to put wide leather cuffs on her legs and wrists. Then he
lowered the cage and pulled out a wide leather collar, which he placed
around Amanda's neck. The collar reached from her shoulders to her chin
and held her head straight. She felt him pull laces on the collar until
it was tight and she was unable to turn her head in the slightest. She
felt her hair combed back and pulled tightly into a French-braid. She
closed her eyes and tried to lean her head back, but the stiff neck
collar prevented any movement.
She felt leather straps fall across her face and opened her eyes wide.
"This is new," she said, not even realizing that she had spoken the
words allowed. Her captor grinned as he arranged the straps. "I told you
to stay quiet," he growled. "And you wonder why I had to put you in the
restraint cage before preparing you." He tightened the straps. One fell
horizontally across her forehead, two across her nose, one on her chin
and one under her chin. These were connected by a strap that came down
off the top of her head and between her eyes, split and continued down
either side of her nose and coming back together under her chin, where
it was attached to the collar around her neck. This mask was tightened
and hooked in the back to the collar. When he was finished with the mask
Amanda could hardly open her mouth.
She was starting to get excited. She loved being tied up more than
anything else in the world. She wanted him to rip her clothes off and
use his beautiful lips suck on her nipples until she couldn't stand it.
She wanted him to finger her and make her cum where he stood. Her captor
saw the want in her eyes and smiled again. "Not just yet he said, I have
a surprise for you." He walked to the box and took out a fat five-inch
long dildo. Amanda wondered what he was going to do with it since she
still had all her clothes on. "We have rules about these sort of
things," he said to her, looking at the dildo, which Amanda now saw had
straps at it's base, "but for special occasions, we make exceptions.
Open wide." With that he raised the dildo/gag to Amanda's lips.
Amanda panicked and closed her mouth tight. "Your not using the safe
word," her captor said. Amanda closed her eyes and kept her lips shut.
She didn't know if she wanted this, but she didn't want her night to be
cut short, as it would if she used the safe word. She felt a warmth
creeping down her belly. He nose was pinched shut and when she opened
her mouth to breath she felt the length of the dildo forced into it. She
fought the urge to gag as the dildo touched the back of her throat. The
base of it stretched her lips wide. The straps of mask forced her to
bite down hard on it, and she doubted she would be able to push it out,
but that option was soon taken away from her as her captor took the
straps form the base of the gag and connected them tightly behind her
head, forcing the dildo deeper into her throat. She suddenly became very
wet. Her captor pulled on the chain and raised her cage again, leaving
her wondering what would happen next. He went to a corner of the room,
sat in an armchair and watched as Amanda, who was becoming extremely
horny in her bonds struggled to try to get an arm around so she could
touch herself. It was a futile effort, and only served to make her cage
sway back and forth.
three
While this was happening Dr. Smith was taking the opportunity to visit
Amanda's house again. He was sure she would say yes to his proposal and
wanted to get everything she would need for her stay on his farm. This
included any documentation and any bills that might need to be paid, but
primarily he looked for medication she might be taking that he did not
know about.
When he looked in her medicine cabinet he found no prescription
medicine. He did find vitamins and a bottle of that popular herbal
supplement that enhance your metabolism to aid in weight lose, and also
a new herbal supplement that had only been available in stores for a
month. In his illicit line of business he had been able to get it for
years, but he was surprised to find it here. It was meant to stimulate
breast growth. The label advertised that if you took one pill a day for
three months you could increase your breast size one and a half cups
sizes. The bottle was still sealed, and a little rummaging in the waste
paper can he found the receipt, which was dated the day before. Well he
knew of Amanda's self-consciousness about her breasts, after all he'd
seen all those padded bras in her dresser. And if she did lose weight
(and he fully intended that she would) her breasts would shrink to tiny
mounds. He knew from previous experiments that the supplement worked and
decided to take both bottles with him. Of course, he planned to
administer the dosage a bit differently than the label suggested.
four
Amanda had been swinging, masked, gagged, fully clothed and helpless in
her cage for about fifteen minutes before the second man came in. He was
also dark haired, with only a little gray around the temples, well built
and wore a navy blue tailored suit that fit him perfectly. When her
captor spoke to him he called him Doc. He walked over and spoke first to
her captor, then came over to look at her. He turned back to the other
man and asked him for something. Her first captor handed him a pair of
scissors. The man in the suit began to cut up the length of Amanda's
dress in front and back, the cut the shoulder straps and pulled the
cloth away. Below her dress she wore a tightly laced black satin teddy
that held her tummy in and padded her breasts. Garter straps held up
thigh high stockings. Under this she wore silk lace underwear.
The skin on her thighs was pale and smooth and despite their ample size
had no sign of stretch marks. He ran his hands down the outside of he
legs then brought the back up the inside, massaging he inner thighs.
Amanda shuddered. He reached up and felt the silk of her panties. "My,
my, excited already isn't she?" he said. "And the tests haven't even
begun." Amanda had no idea what he was talking about, and didn't care,
she just wanted him to keep rubbing his hand on her, to put his fingers
in her, she wanted to cum from his touch. All too soon he took his hand
away. She moaned in frustration. "Those are very pretty panties, but I'm
afraid they must come off," her second captor said, taking the scissors
and making cuts on either side, then pulling the fabric away to reveal
her cunt. "Very nice," he said brushing his hand across the skin over
her bush. He stopped and rubbed at a scar that ran horizontally across
her lower belly. "I wonder if this is the only scar from that accident."
It was, but gagged as she was she couldn't tell him that. "Mr. Jones,
remind me to look later after we have removed her other garments."
The first man said that he looked forward to it, but hadn't they better
get on with the tests now.
"Oh yes, we had better." With that he lowered the cage and opened it.
Amanda stepped out shaking. She didn't know what tests they were going
to perform and she was frightened. All she had ever experienced her
before was strict bondage, never pain and now she couldn't even use the
safe word.
She was pushed to a corner of the large room where she could see two
chains hanging about four feet apart and about eye level. Her suited
antagonist (she was beginning to think of him as the Doctor) grabbed her
right wrist and hooked her wrist cuff to the chain. He did the same to
her left wrist. She could still bend her arms a bit, but she could no
longer lower them to her sides. As she hung there the Doctor kicked her
ankles wide. Mr. Jones produced a spreader bar and handed it to the
Doctor. Amanda felt it being attached to the cuffs on her ankles. It
seemed to have a sliding adjustment, because as she stood there her legs
were forced even farther apart. She was spread incredibly wide and it
was hard for her to keep her balance. Then Mr. Jones flipped a switch on
the wall and the chains on her wrists were pulled upwards. Her arms were
straightened and pulled away from her body, spreading her out further.
When she was on tiptoe Mr. Jones flipped the switch down again and the
chains stopped moving. The Doctor stood in front of her with the
scissors. "I like this teddy," he said. "But it hides too much." He
carefully cut the fabric above each under-wire, exposing each of her
breasts. She moaned as he massaged first the right and then the left
one, squeezing and then pulling the nipples straight out. He produced a
set of clamps. He pulled her right nipple tight and placed the clamp
over it, screwing it on tight. He did the same with the left. The pain...
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