He pinched and pulled at each hard nipple, massaging each of the little breasts.
Low whimpers escaped from the depths of the mask, the blonde head rolling and twisting,
responding to every torment and caress.

At last he stopped, reaching upwards with his free hand to dig impatiently into one deep pocket of his shirt.
Without expression he produced a glittering metal pendant which he swung before her face like a hypnotist's pocket watch.
A golden teardrop, large and clearly heavy, it hung bouncing from a hook and thin, elastic thong. A simple ornament,
beautiful and terrifying. She shook her head wildly, the rubber mask straps thrashing loudly with her fear.

He was unmoved.

He reached across her and gently rolled one pierced nipple in his fingertips.
With practiced skill he linked the hook and ring. For a moment he held the weight.
He felt her shiver. He tipped it from his palm and watched it fall.

"Nnnnnnnnghhhh !!"

A high shriek ripped through the mask as gravity took its painful course.
The little strap jerked tight and lengthened quickly with the weight.

Longer and thinner it grew, then shrank and grew again as the teardrop bobbed against her, up and down.
She bucked and twisted in desperation, violently shaking her head, but with her struggles the little weight bounced
once more. Gradually her writhing slowed and stopped, her chest heaving with her laboured breath.
He reached into his shirt again and dangled a second little treasure before her round glass eyes.

"Nnnnn. Phhhh ... !!"

Her words were muffled and meaningless. Hook and ring were joined.
He hesitated, savouring the moment.

The weight fell free and plummeted while the rubber grew thin and long.
Her nipples, tortured and distended, flashed crackling volts of hot pain from her scalp to her painted toes.

"NnnnnPhhhh ... !!"

She shivered this time, motionless, absorbing the stabs of pain.

He spread a large hand on the rubber stretched below her breasts and felt her muscles tighten beneath the glossy skin.
Slowly his fingers traced a downwards line, bouncing lightly on the mirror surface of the suit.
For a moment he toyed with the runner of the short zip which ran from the smooth
dimple of her navel, down and out of site between her parted thighs.

He could wait no longer.

Slowly and tantalisingly he teased the runner downwards, slashing the rubber skin as cleanly as a scalpel blade.
A narrow pink line grew in its wake, the flesh bulging quickly downwards as he relentlessly progressed.

Peeling her. Revealing her.

She oozed onto his hand.

As his fingers dragged the runner out of sight, two glistening lips erupted from their hot captivity.
Red, swollen and succulent, they grew before his eyes, bursting out like a scarlet jungle bloom.
A rare, exotic orchid, smeared with shining nectar.

Her warm juices, freed from their hot confinement, dripped from the jagged teeth of the silver zip.
One small rivulet ran like molten lava down the inside of her thigh.
He wiped it upwards, scooping a twinkling droplet with a fingertip.

He raised it, smiling, to his lips.

He held it in his mouth, savouring it at length. A connoisseur.
It was musky. Salty. A favourite aperitif.

Essence of Captured Woman.
Essence of Slavegirl.

Briefly aged in rubber, sweet and aromatic on the tongue.
From the hot new gash in the suit the same heady scent floated upwards in warm waves.
He sucked it in greedily, pulling it deeply to the depths of his lungs.

For a while he teased her, flicking the golden weights across her chest
and delighting in the muffled shrieks as they tugged roughly at her nipples.
A small bead of moisture, clear and viscous, now dangled by a thread between her legs.

Suddenly she cried out, shoulders arched, breasts jutting.
Her fingers clenched and stretched in the tight skin of her gloves.
His fingertips had touched her and the pleasure had sliced through her like a laser.

Slowly he ran a finger along the valley between her thighs and trailed a line of wetness upwards, deep within her lips.
The probing finger stopped and slowly retreated downwards, sliding through the enveloping flesh,
spreading the sticky trail close to the little opening which was hidden far below.

Backwards and forwards. Higher and lower.
His fingers travelled onwards on their slippery, oily path.
Inside the rubber suit, inside the girl, waves of pleasure blended seamlessly with shattering needles of pain.

Restrained and helpless, his fingers glided through her, dipping and diving,
up and down, spooning up thick moisture to lubricate the pink slit in the suit.

At last the time was right.
She bucked and wriggled against his arm, stranded in this cyclone of sensations.

Instinctively she thrust against his fingers, abandoned to the torment at her breasts.
A thick male finger, slick and strong, slipped down beyond her lips and on below.
She knew his mind and shook her head, imploring, the rubber mask straps flailing in the air.

The intruder continued, determined and irresistible.
It nestled against its tiny target, pushing and rotating, patiently and slowly.

Millimetre by millimetre it disappeared from sight ...

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