Slowly he began to circle her, stepping neatly over the straining tether at her back.

Once. Twice.

The wooden boards shifted and creaked with every measured step.
She struggled to follow his progress, twisting her head over each shoulder in turn, as far as the thick rubber would allow.
He stopped, one leg each side of the long leash, facing her bound arms and hidden from her view. Reaching upwards,
he gently pulled at the strap which held her above the elbows, sliding the free end carefully from its keeper.
The rubber was very strong. It was pulled very tight.

He stretched it back against the buckle.
Another hole rattled over the silver roller and was pinned securely into place.
Another hole tighter.

The girl craned her neck, desperate to see him. She could only feel his movements and the sharp bite of the strap.
A strange cry, half surprise, half horror, all female, echoed around the mask as the rubber dug still deeper through her skin.

He reached around her, cupping one breast in his hand, gently polishing the metal ring between a thumb and finger.
She relaxed against him, savouring this reward.
A brief reward.

He turned back to his work. She braced herself. Second strap. One notch tighter.
Elbows touching now. A breast softly caressed.
Third strap. Wrists crushed together.
Both breasts ...

Pain and pleasure came in equal measure as cries and moans were squeezed in turn
from the depths of the hot cocoon.

He stepped around her, pausing to admire his work. She was in constant motion now,
twisting and writhing, the golden piercings flashing in the light.
He was not finished. He was far from being finished.

Reaching behind her head, he entwined his fingers in the clumps of damp, blonde hair
which poked through the web of rubber straps.
He made a fist, pulling at the captured strands and freezing the girl like a kitten, clamped in her mother's jaws.
Strong fingers gripped the first long shiny tendril which hung freely from the hard rim of the mask.
He pulled.

Rubber stretched and clicked loudly through its keeper.
Every millimetre drew the mask even more tightly against her face.
Second tendril.
Third. Fourth. Fifth.
Through the mouthpiece came loud groans.
Through the round glass eyes came pleading stares.
All were futile.
All were ignored.

He squatted.

His hands went to the ankle strap which welded her legs as one.
This time, and unexpectedly, she felt its grip release. The rubber fell away - her legs, for an instant, were free.

He stood again.

With hands placed gently on her hips, he walked her slowly backwards until she stood astride the ringbolt in the floor.
Strong fingers clamped her ankles, pulling them apart to left and right.
Wide apart and straining.

A metal spreader bar, dangling with rubber straps, clattered through the gaping jaws of the battered leather bag.
He secured her feet in place, stretching the rubber of suit and strap to the limits of their tolerance.

Stoically, she stared ahead as again he stepped behind her.
Balance was paramount now. He stopped and clawed at the ringbolt, slowly untangling the knotted leash.
Then, suddenly, he pulled ... taking up the slack and working the rubber downwards, then upwards through the metal ring.
It tugged on her bound wrists, hauling them down, centimetre by painful centimetre.
He continued working the rubber steadily through its anchor.
As the strain increased it arched her slowly backwards.

She gasped.

Her breasts thrust even more brazenly through the suit, her nipples jutting skywards, rings jiggling.
Instinctively, she pushed her hips forwards to counteract this new position, desperate not to topple.
The latex stretched like a perfect mirror across her pubic bone. It seemed at the point of tearing ... of exploding into shreds.

With a final tug he tied off the leash again, looping the rubber into a tight, hard knot.

The girl stood swaying slightly, her body taut as a crossbow string.
Desperately she fought to balance the web of strong forces which began to rack her slim frame.
pushing, pulling, crushing and stretching her but combining perfectly to fix her in position.
She quivered visibly, barely able to contain their latent power.
She stood like a longbow, drawn and ready.

She groaned ... there was no prospect of relief.

Now, he was at her side, feet firmly planted, slightly apart.
His arm was across her back, fingers deep in the rubber at her waist.
Her body, stretched and bound, was now his to enjoy, to torment and to tease.

He began ...



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