... going to..." he faltered, unable to express his worse fears. "Torture you?" Mandy asked sweetly. "Certainly I'm going to torture you, 'though maybe not in the way you expect." She bustled about the room, and Jason twisted his head this way and that to follow her motions. "Actually," she continued, as she rummaged in a drawer, "I'm hoping you'll enjoy what I have planned for you. I'm not cruel, you know- just vindictive. And guests that fuck the maid must be punished," she finished, with a sardonic tone to her voice. Jason was relieved. He realized that for the moment, he was safe. And apparently, Mandy intended this to be all in fun. He looked down at his predicament. His body was trapped between two sheets of, amazingly, crystal -clear rubber, stretched within a frame of chrome tubing. He realized it had to be silicone rubber. The top sheet was quite thin, and wasn't very restrictive, although he knew it was very strong, and that though it would stretch quite a way, it would be difficult if not impossible to tear through it. The sheet he lay on must have been much thicker, for it supported his body weight without stretching much. The sides of the frame were attached to large bearings, and he realized that the frame could swivel to an upright, or, he supposed, an upside-down position. He noticed a very slight draft of cold air too, under his buttocks. Judging from what Mandy had done to Flora, he suddenly dreaded her idea of torture. "Um, what are you going to do to me?" he asked, "and where's Flora?" Mandy was busy wrapping a soft, thin, band of clear rubber around his neck, where it entered the curved neck entry of the bondage frame. "If you'll be patient for a moment, you'll find out," she replied. "As for Mandy, you'll be seeing her soon enough. Tell me, what did you think of Flora being bald?" "Flora being..." Jason was speechless for a moment. Then he remembered the flesh-colored catsuit she had visited him in last night. He remembered wondering how her hood could fit so smoothly. |