There were numerous pieces of rubber and leather, hoses and straps of all sorts hanging on hooks around the room.There were numerous pieces of rubber and leather, hoses and straps of all sorts hanging on hooks around the room. The motion of Flora caught his eye again, and he heard the muted moans of her exertion through his rubber head-mask. She must be going through hell, he thought. Actually, had he asked her, she would have been hard-pressed to say whether she was in Paradise or Perdition. Jason jerked in surprised response to the mechanical fiend at his crotch, as it came to life yet again. This is getting annoying, he thought. The sight of Floras shapely, rubber- covered body had aroused him no end, and the alien sensation of his own trap was heightened by the insistent prodding, vibrating massage on his cock and balls. Soon again he felt on the verge of a climax, when the machine stopped. He called down rubber-muffled curses upon the fiend who had built the infernal device for Mandy. He was panting now with overheated frustration and desire. He wanted Flora, or Mandy, or for that matter, any handy woman, in the worst way, and his immobility was driving him nuts. He knew that Mandy would have to be gone a long time, even if she went to the nearest store, which was miles away. The thought of spending the next several hours helpless while enduring alternating states of arousal and frustration infuriated him. The obscene motions of the massager started up again. He closed his eyes, ignoring Flora's pleading eyes, and tried to think of his job, the street where he lived, anything but kinky sex. For a few minutes he succeeded, but the sensations of his strange imprisonment could not be ignored, his libido soon won out, and he daydreamed instead. He saw Mandy in the latex and leather outfit she had worn at the party, strutting toward him on impossibly high heels, her hips swaying within the skin tight hobble skirt like two piglets wrestling under a blanket. He shivered with desire for her, and his stiff prick strained at the silicone material that covered him. Once again, the silent switch in his ass detected the squirming, and shut off the vibrating "turtle", preventing him from ejaculating. He yelled into the tight rubber helmet, his eyes squeezed shut, then opened them and stared wildly around the room, searching for something to hate. All he saw was Flora, still walking, her chest heaving, her eyes closed. |