COLIN COULDN'T TAKE HIS EYES OFF HER. She squirmed in her bondage, helpless, trapped. He didn't know what colour her hair or eyes, for a latex hood covered her head like a black, shiny glove. She could only make mewling sounds, for a bright red rubber ball - he imagined it was the colour of her luscious lips - filled her mouth.

He watched as a bead of sweat trickled down from beneath the rubber garment across her exposed breast. Fear and desire were bringing her body to a fever pitch beneath the shiny latex.

He wondered what she would taste like. He wanted to flick that little bead of sweat with his tongue, taste its salty wetness against the hot smoothness of her porcelain skin.

She wriggled again. He wondered: was it a desire to escape that made her move about so, or was it something else? Her bondage was certainly imaginative. She had been placed in the stocks, but not in the usual fashion. Whoever had designed the device had been thinking creatively. In addition to the usual openings, large rings were imbedded in the frame, enabling the stocks to be used in a variety of ways. She had been placed face out, her arms over the stocks, with her wrists pulled through the appropriate holes in the unforgiving wood frame, and chained there. She was contorted, her nubile frame bent slightly backward, facing the room, totally open, unable to resist.

He let his gaze roam down her body, admiring the way she was dressed. Arms sheathed in opera length latex gloves. A tight, tight rubber top, with holes for her breasts to be exposed and played with. A broad leather collar to keep her head erect.

He thought she was a vision in rubber. Her legs looked extra long and smooth in the second skin of shiny latex. He wanted to run his tongue and hands up and down their sleek length, and lovingly caress the furry region between them. The leg stocks kept her legs wide apart. Fiendishly, a long pole extended upward from the middle of the bar. A penis shaped device attached to the end of the pole was pressed against her, its hard plastic tip just barely penetrating her crease - enough to tantalize and torment, but not nearly enough to satisfy. He wondered if the tip brushed her clit when she moved - that would certainly explain why she wriggled so much!

She was an angel, a dream in bondage. If only he could touch her, caress her, kiss her, taste her, fuck her! He could fell the heat in his groin as he watched her, the familiar swelling as the blood rushed once more into the cock that used to be his, but which now belonged to someone else.

He too, was bound, helpless, unable to move. Colin was more naked than the girl was, for he wore only a neck collar, a gag, and, almost perversely he thought, latex stockings. Unlike the girl, only a few short, tempting feet away, he was not blindfolded.

His bondage was not as stressful as hers: he was a prisoner of the bondage chair. Arms outstretched and strapped tightly to the wooden crossbar. His legs, like hers, spread far apart, ankles cuffed to the chair legs and broad leather straps above his knees. His cock and balls dangled between his splayed legs for all the world to see. His genitals were bound, too - small leather straps around his balls, pulling them down from their nesting place at the root of his cock, a strategically placed strap separating them, increasing their sensitivity. His cock was imprisoned from root to just below its purple head in a long leather sheath.

The girl moaned in fear at the sound of the dungeon door opening.

"Well my pet," purred the woman, "it's almost show time. And I'm sure you'll put on a very entertaining show."

The Mistress walked across the room to where the girl stood helpless. Alison was wearing her Catwoman domina outfit - a skin tight, shiny black latex catsuit that fit as if it were sprayed on. Her muscles literally rippled as she moved, causing many a man's - and woman's - mouth to water. Cleverly placed hidden fasteners enabled her to expose any body parts she wanted her slave to worship. When Alison wore this outfit, she was in a particularly feisty and demanding mood.

The girl trembled in anticipation.

With her bright red lacquered nails, Alison gingerly caressed the girl's breast. Julia gasped in pleasure at the unseen touch. Looking back at the male slave, Alison touched the bead of sweat where it clung to the girl's hard nipple. As if she could read his mind, Alison flicked it to her fingertip, and dropped it on her tongue.

"Mmmm, you'd like to lick the sweat off her, wouldn't you?" she smiled at the male. "Maybe you'll get that chance," she said coyly, slowly bending toward the girl. "And maybe you won't".

The girl moaned again as her Maitresse took a nipple in her mouth and sucked on it greedily. She ran her hot red tongue around the pink aureole, her hand squeezing the tender flesh, making the nipple swell.

Alison laughed as she raised her head. She leaned forward, and traced the girl's lips with her tongue, wringing another moan from behind the rubber ball.

"Soon, we'll have that out of your delicious mouth, Julia my darling," Alison soothed, one hand caressing the girl's rubber covered head, the other roaming her rubber clad body.

Colin's heartbeat skipped as this magnificent Mistress turned her gaze in his direction. She swayed the few steps to stand before him, hands on her luscious hips. She filled his vision, blotting out all else, even the girl who was his fellow sufferer-to-be. Alison slowly moved closer, insinuating herself into the space between his legs. Faster and faster, his heart pounded as she neared him. He could smell her perfume now, and its scent intoxicated him. She closed the distance between them, pressing her rubber clad body against his. Her mound came to his face. He felt he would gladly suffocate with his face pressed into Her feminine core. As if from a distance, he could hear the Mistress tell the two slaves that there was something special in store for them at tonight's gathering. Suddenly, the Mistress crouched down before him, her eyes level with his. She smiled her wicked smile.

"Comfy, slave?" She whispered, gripping his balls in her cats paw. He threw his head back. Laughing, she released his tender flesh. Instead, she ran her nails down his chest.

"We'll be changing the way you are, too," she cooed. She leaned forward, sticking her tongue in his ear, She nibbled on his lobe, then slowly, delightfully, ran her tongue from his ear across his face. She leaned back, and kissed her fingertip.

"Soon," she said, as she placed the kiss on his gagged mouth.

The dungeon door opened. An Arabic man, followed by two women, entered the room. He walked, they crawled.

The man was wearing leather chaps and pouch. He held two leashes in his hand. One chain led to the collar of each of the naked women who crawled behind him. The procession headed over to where the female slave referred to as Julia stood in the stocks.

"Mistress Alison, what a pleasant surprise," he said upon discovering he was not the only Domme in the room.

"Hassan," acknowledged Alison. It was evident she did not care for the man.

"This one here," Hassan pointed at Julia in the stocks, "she is yours, yes?"

"Yes, that is my pet," Alison replied. "She is to be part of this evening's entertainment."

"Ah, delightful! I look forward to seeing her perform!" Hassan smiled, his expression almost evil. "Our hostess has asked me to fetch her. "

Hassan ordered his two companions. "Prepare her for the show,"

"Yes master," they replied in unison. Rising, they moved toward the helpless woman. Swiftly Julia's arms were released from the stocks, then cuffed behind her. The Master beckoned to one of the women. The slave girl fell to her knees before him, head bowed.

"She needs these," he said as he reached to gather the chain which dangled between the slave girl's nipples. "I'll give you something else soon enough."

Tugging on the chain, he raised the slave girl to her feet. She gasped as he unsnapped the two nipple clamps. He dropped the metal into the slave girl's hand, and then nodded in Julia's direction. One girl leaned and took the captive girl's nipple in her mouth. She sucked it hard. With the speed of a snake, the second girl snapped the nipple clamp on the swollen pink flesh. Wickedly, she let the chain drop from her hand. The captive girl cried out behind her gag.

"Tulip! Bad!" growled Hassan.

The Master swatted his impudent slave on her ass, his hand leaving bright red marks. The girl immediately dropped to her knees before him.

"You'll be punished for that, tulip" he growled. "Be careful you don't take her place."

"Yes master," the girl named Tulip whimpered. She kissed his feet, worming her way up his leg. He pushed her away.

"Later," he stated flatly.

The second nipple was quickly clamped. Julia mewled at the pleasurable pain firing through her chest.

"Hassan, you called this one Tulip?" Alison gestured at the slavegirl who lay near his feet.

"Yes, this impudent one is Tulip. The other is Daisy. I like to give my slave's new names. It emphasizes their status is possessions, that they belong to me."

"Hmm, interesting. But I prefer to keep my pet's identity, as it was when she first gave herself to me, "Alison saidIsn't that right, Julia my love?"

Alison stroked Julia where the dildo prod met her furry crease.

"She's very wet," said Alison. She thrust her fingers in the direction of one of the two girls, who promptly and eagerly licked the Mistress's hand. "Release her."

Tulip, the girl who had dropped the nipple chain, quickly moved to the dildo prod. Loosening the lock, she pushed it up, hard, into the helpless captive, making Julia gasp in pain. Tulip then pulled the dildo down its supporting rod, slowly sliding it out from inside Julia.

Hassan and Alison exchanged glances as they watched the impudence of the already cautioned slave.

The leg stocks were unlocked. Pulling on the nipple chain, Alison commanded Julia to move forward. She snapped a leash on the girl's collar, and placed the other end in the mouth of the second slave girl, who stood quietly by.

"Take her to the hall."

The lead in her mouth, the second slave girl turned and crawled away, leading the still blindfolded Julia out of the dungeon room.

The Master and Mistress turned their attention to the other slave girl, who also stood quiet.

"Knees," the Master commanded. The girl dropped, eyes downcast. "You have been bad, Tulip. You deserve punishment, right?"

"Yes Master," the slave named Tulip whispered.

"Then punishment is what you will receive," he said. He grasped Tulip's wrists and pulled them behind her back. He pulled a leather glove from the wall, and slid it over her hands, buckling them together at the wrist. He pulled a leather armbinder from a shelf, and passed it over her arms. Pulled it tight, forcing her elbows together, crisscrossing the straps between her breasts.

"Back."

Tulip lay on the floor. He kicked her legs apart, and locked a spreader bar to her ankle cuffs. Grabbing the centre of the bar, he pulled her legs up in the air. A hook dangled from a hoist; he snapped it to the ring in the centre of the bar. He pulled on a rope and Tulip was drawn into the air in a flash.

"Think about your punishment while we enjoy the show," he said to her. He turned to the Mistress. "Mistress Alison, shall we get him ready, then join the others?"

Alison smiled as she looked over at Colin.

"It will be a pleasure," she said.

Colin shuddered.