Double Bind

Chapter 5

A few minutes later the screen in front of Scott suddenly flashed on, and he saw a high resolution stream of his girlfriend standing in the middle of a small room. She was totally naked, her clothes forming a small pile on the floor. Her arms were pulled high above her head and attached with rope to a hook in the ceiling. Her ankles were enclosed by buckling leather cuffs that were tied to metal rings spaced about three feet apart on the floor. Thicker leather cuffs were strapped to her thighs just above each knee, and between these was a two-foot horizontal bar that kept her from closing her legs. Scott looked closely and saw that the outer segments of the bar seemed to fit inside the tube at the center. He figured out what was going on when he saw her squeeze her legs experimentally and the bar collapsed to about eighteen inches before stopping. When she stretched her legs outward, it seemed to expand to about two-and-a-half feet, the very limit that her thighs could spread. Finally, it was impossible not to see that, through a hole in the center of the spreader-bar, a pole rose straight up from a box that was screwed to the floor between her legs. The pole terminated about six inches below Lauren's crotch, and its final eight inches had the unmistakable shape of a dildo.

If that had been all, Scott would still have been overwhelmed by the sight in front of him. His girlfriend was totally restrained with devious devices, in a scenario just like he had always wanted to prepare for her. He couldn't believe that she hadn't protested when the man had started placing her in those restraints, that she hadn't called it off and made them leave immediately. But there she was, and that wasn't all.

For, as Scott eagerly saw, the position of Lauren's body wasn't even the worst part of her punishment. Alligator clamps were fastened to each of her nipples, with the small metal teeth digging viciously into her tender flesh. Each clamp was connected to a chain of knotted rubber bands, which were tied to a string that hung from the same ceiling hook as her hands. The tension was such that only by staying on her toes could she avoid being painfully stretched. And her humiliation was compounded by a harness gag strapped into her mouth. Three sets of leather bands emerged from the front: one ran underneath her chin, another around the sides of her head, and a third came together between her eyes before passing over the top of her head, forming an upside-down Y. Scott guessed, correctly, that behind the panel obscuring her mouth was a thick, penis shaped-plug. Scott also saw a wide leather belt pulled tightly around her waist and closed with a small padlock. Thin chains ran from the sides of the belt to the box on the floor underneath.

Lauren, of course, knew from immediate experience several things that Scott could not see from his view of her front. She knew that the tremble in her legs was caused by a spring inside the hollow center tube of the spreader-bar, which she had to fight against whenever the bar was pushed or pulled beyond its natural length. She knew that attached to the back of the belt around her waist was a thick piece of rigid, curved rubber, which came down between her ass cheeks and held in place a metal plug lodged in her rectum. And she knew that before turning the camera on, the man had used his finger to generously lube the inside of her exposed pussy. Ever since then, something had felt a bit strange inside her, but she had other things to worry about.

A laptop lay on a table in front of her, its webcam light blinking to show that it was on. God, what would Scott think of me now? The only programs running were a text editor that said "Deep Cover" in very large letters and an IM program. Just then, a picture of Scott flashed onto the screen - strung up from the ceiling, with a gag in his mouth. She couldn't believe it. This scenario was already almost as intense as the final moments of her previous one, and she knew that there would be far worse to come. Her only means of escape had gotten himself bound and gagged too! Well, I hope he enjoys the show, she thought to herself behind her gag.

Lauren tried to stay on her tiptoes to avoid punishing her nipples, but, after several minutes, the pain in her calves became too much and

she gave in. She gingerly lowered her aching legs, wincing at the increasing tension on her nipples, and horrified by the way that her tits and their sensitive buds were stretched up and outward by the clamps. She didn't really know what to make of the pole beneath her yet, but she could tell that choosing between her calves and her nipples would be challenge enough.

Then text started appearing in the IM client. "You can just stand there if you want. ... But I wouldn't if I were you. ... Or you're going to suffer your next punishment for a very long time." At the same moment, two clocks with red digital numbers appeared on the screen in front of her. One of them read 30:00, and the other read 00:00. A second later, the first one ticked to 29:59 and started counting down from there.

She didn't want to imagine what the man hand in store for her next, but she knew that she should do everything possible to avoid it. Not really knowing what to do, she raised herself up and down on her calves, feeling the stretch in her nipples, and she squeezed her thighs against the springy pole holding them apart. After a few minutes, it hit her - and she didn't know why it hadn't before - that she was almost certainly supposed to make use of the dildo planted beneath her. Testing her balance and spreading her thighs slightly past the neutral position of the spring, she lowered herself until she felt the dildo on the end of the pole press against the lips of her pussy. She noticed with relief that it had been covered with yet more lubricant. Lowering herself further, she let out a long groan into her tight harness-gag, as her nipples went from a dull ache to a sharp pain. For another couple of minutes she slowly rode the dildo, feeling it stretch her out.

Not really knowing if she was doing what he wanted her to, she started to enjoy the combination of pain and pleasure as she rhythmically fucked herself. Her pussy walls expanded in arousal and the dildo slid farther inside her, until suddenly she gave a shudder of surprise and fear. The end of the dildo had pushed against something. She didn't know what was going on, but there was definitely some kind of strange feeling in the depths of her cunt. Horrified, she instinctively stood up, but not before the time on the second digital clock had changed to 00:01.

And then it hit her. "Deep Cover"! He must want her to keep the dildo covered deep within her pussy! The slight irritation she felt in her cunt hadn't just been from his exploring fingers. He must have inserted some kind of metal contact all the way up against her cervix. She strained against her bonds and pulled her whole body backwards, so that she was hanging from her wrist ropes. In doing so, she got a better look at the dildo beneath her, and noticed with horror that although most of it was made of what looked like silicone, there was a slight indentation at the tip which gave off a sinister metallic glint.

Clearly, she reasoned, there must be a very small electrode inside her pussy, sticking downward. Only when the dildo was all the way inside her did the electrode fit into the pocket at the tip of the dildo, touching the metal and completing the circuit. But she was still confused. Somehow there had to be some kind of circuit, but there was only one connection, one wire. Then she had a another thought. The plug in her asshole! She had assumed that the band reaching from the back of her waist girdle down between her round buttocks was made of hard rubber and was simply meant to hold the humiliating plug deep inside her stretched anus. She had also assumed that the chains running from the girdle to the box on the ground were meant as some kind of failsafe, in case she somehow managed to get out of her wrist and ankle restraints (fat chance of that happening). The chains were attached to the box with a heavy padlock, and there was no way that she could get that off. But all of this had a more sinister purpose. The rubber piece between her ass cheeks must be stretched over a metal core, and the leather belt must have wires in it as well, running from the rear to the chains attached at the sides. It was a complete circuit, meaning that whenever the dildo was buried deep in her pussy, a very low current - lower than she could feel - must be running through the thin membrane separating her cunt from her ass. As a result, the computer knew when she was fully impaled. The thought frightened her, but the extent of her total subjugation also turned her on.

And yet, somehow, she knew that she must bear it. Whatever pain it caused to her suffering nipples and her aching quads, and whatever fear she had of the electricity running through her most private and sensitive region, she knew that they were probably nothing compared to the punishment in store for her if she refused to play along. Fearfully, she lowered herself again, allowing the dildo to spread her cunt lips and plow into her fully, until once again she felt it connect with something else inside her and saw the clock shift another time. 00:02. 00:03. 00:04. The pain in her nipples was immense, and the flesh of her breasts was distorted out of shape by the pull of the rubber bands, but she willed herself to go on with the torment.

At 00:06, she felt something. A momentary tingling in her pussy. She was concentrating so hard on resisting the pain in her tits that she didn't even think about it. At 00:11 she felt it more strongly. Much more strongly. The tingling had turned into a definite shock, a jolt that she felt in her pussy and ass at the same time. The current had increased! She wanted to pull herself off the tormenting pole and break the connection, but she held still, thinking of the tortures in store for her later. At 00:16, the current increased again, sending a shock through her pubic region that made the muscles in her cunt involuntarily squeeze tightly against the dildo.

It was too much for her. She raised herself off the pole. Even before the dildo had come clear of her pussy lips, the electric feeling was gone. She looked at the clock. Stopped, at 00:17. The other clock, meanwhile, was already down to 23:14. Nearly seven minutes gone, and she had only racked up seventeen seconds of "reward" time (as she was desperately, and bitterly, thinking of it to herself).

She had to make that clock advance as much as she could in the next twenty-three minutes. But the longer the circuit between her cunt and ass stayed active, the more painful the jolts of current became. She could put up with it at ten seconds, but the intensity at fifteen was more than she could take. Her heart leapt when she thought of what it might be like to experience the next likely jump in pain, at twenty seconds.

It was clear what she had to do. Despite the pain wracking her chest, the muscle fatigue in her quads, and the electricity violating her cunt and ass, she would try to keep track of the time. Every fourteen seconds, she would slightly ease up on the dildo, breaking the contact, and then press back down again to start from zero. That way she could spend almost all of the remaining time on the clock with the circuit intact.

Breathing in deeply and biting down on the rubber cock filling her mouth, she lowered herself again. A slight feeling at 00:22. More at 00:27. At 00:31 she let up on the dildo, rising about an inch, then pushed back down. For about half a second she felt nothing, then pain shot through her loins. In panic, she stood up.

What had happened?

She didn't know, but watching the clock tick down she lowered herself again onto the monstrous silicone invader. This time, when it was planted fully inside her, the circuit count seemed to start over from the beginning.

The true horror of her situation now dawned on her. Even though it was just one possibility and there might be other explanations for what had just occurred, she knew what was going on and what she had to do. She understood what the devious mind of her tormentor had intended for her. In order to reset the clock that kept track of the electrical intensity level, she not only had to break the circuit, she also needed to lift herself off the dildo entirely, and then push it back inside her to start again. There must be some kind of sensor that could tell when the dildo was stretching her cunt. She didn't have the energy to figure out how it worked, and it hardly mattered anyway. Whatever the mechanism, the result was the same: if she wanted to build up time on the clock while avoiding electric shocks, she had to be constantly fucking herself on the intruder, at the same time as she experienced all the other tortures of her situation. It was more than she could bear.

Lauren started to sob, as her predicament overwhelmed her. She couldn't believe what she had gotten herself into. The tears rolled down her cheeks until they were obstructed on their course by the leather straps pulled tightly between the corners of her mouth and the back of her head. She wailed into the gag that encircled her head and stretched her lips. Heaving, she struggled for breath, as the gag made it hard to get enough air. Drool trickled down to her chin from behind the panel that hid the merciless rubber cock, and then fell on her tortured tits. Not that it made much difference, since the ordeal had caused her whole naked body to glisten with a thin layer of sweat.

After three minutes of despair, the clock hit 20:00. This shocked the girl into renewed awareness of the predicament facing her, and she regained enough control over herself to start thinking about what she would do. The longer she kept the dildo within her on each cycle, the higher the electricity level rose. She could avoid being shocked at all if she were to impale herself anew every five seconds, but that much up and down would rub her pussy raw, and she didn't think her legs and tits could take that kind of punishment. Somehow she thought that it was better to have a more constant sensation on her nipples rather than to keep stretching and unstretching them rapidly. She decided on every fifteen seconds - or slightly less, to make sure she didn't experience that awful shock to her inner membrane. That was only four times per minute, which, all things considered, didn't seem so bad. The humiliation of having to rape herself on the pole was almost the worst part of needing to move up and down.

She waited a few seconds until the main clock said 19:30, so that it would be easier to keep track of the fifteen second intervals, and she promised herself that she would stick to the cycles no matter what. Taking as deep a breath as was possible through her nose, she plunged her pussy down onto the pole.

It hurt. She knew it would. Even though the bite of the alligator clamps had subsided into a dull ache, the stretch of the rubber bands sent a sharp pain into her nipples. Her legs, which were forced apart by the spring-loaded bar between her thighs, burned with the struggle to maintain the wide squatting position that was necessary for her pussy to reach the dildo. She tried to hold herself up by grasping the rope going from the ceiling to her bound wrists, but this stretched her arms and quickly tired the tendons in her hands.

Still, with immense concentration, she managed to keep to the schedule she had settled on. Focusing all her attention on the clock actually helped her to block out at least a little of the mounting pain. Up and down, up and down she went on the pole, feverishly staring at the clock in order not to make a mistake. She was so caught up in her immediate need to concentrate that she didn't even think about what the nearly ten minutes of wasted time would mean for her later.

At 15:00 on the clock, her heart froze as a new window popped up on the screen in front of her. With disgust she saw that it was a close-up of a girl's pussy stretched wide by a dildo. She was so startled and transfixed by the image that a few seconds later, when the circuit count hit fifteen seconds, she hadn't remembered to push herself off the dildo, and she screamed as the pain seared her pussy. As she shifted off the pole and back onto it again, it became obvious in a flash that the image on the screen was her.

Lauren had used a mirror the first few times she had shaved her pubic hair as a teenager, and she had certainly explored her nether regions fairly often out of youthful sexual curiosity; but the intensity of her situation, and the fact that her labia were puffy from gripping the pole, had prevented her from connecting the dots and recognizing that it was her own cunt - until, that is, she moved up and down in synchronicity with the image on the LCD.

Now she understood how the electrical system knew when she was being impaled. The camera eye must be placed in the box, behind the pole that jutted up, and it must be facing the area between her widely stretched thighs at about thirty degrees from the vertical. From this position, it also showed her asshole, stretched around the metal plug. Since the plug was connected to her waist belt, there was no need for a flared base to prevent it from getting stuck inside her (not that her tormentor would care, she thought). Instead, only the top edge of the rim of her asshole was occluded, leaving roughly three-quarters of her widely-stretched ass sickeningly viewable on the screen. Her rear hole gleamed with the sweat that had dripped down her back and slid along her asscrack, until it had ended up in the moist, tortured spot between her legs. Despite everything else about her situation, having to actually watch her own violated anus twitch with pain somehow raised her humiliation to an entirely new level.

An even worse thought then came to her: what if the feed from this "upskirt" camera was being shown to Scott as well? It shouldn't have mattered, since she knew he could already see everything that was happening to her, and she could barely breathe with the shame of that thought. But to have him actually staring right at her stretched asshole, clenching and unclenching in involuntary spasms - not to mention at her abused pussy, which seemed almost genteel in comparison - god, she would never be able to look at him again. And she had wanted this?

She thought about closing her eyes or turning away from the terrible sight of her pussy and ass being split apart by the twin invaders, but she had to keep her eyes fixed on the screen in order to follow the clock, had to watch up close as her pussy lips were repeatedly wedged apart by the head of the silicone cock. But at the same time, as if to compensate for the humiliation, the dildo between her legs started to hum with gentle vibrations. When she lowered herself again and the dildo touched her labia, she unconsciously tilted her hips back to let it come in contact with her clit. It was what she had been waiting for this whole time; the orgasm exploded through her body.

Scott, meanwhile, was captivated by the sight in front of him. He knew that the torment of the predicament transpiring in the next room must be immense, but he also thought to himself, "Well, this is what she wanted, right?" This particular scene was only half an hour, after all, and as painful as it looked, she didn't seem to be in any real physical danger. Part of him couldn't believe that he would let the girl he loved go through such an ordeal. He wanted to think that his reluctance to call it off was just for the sake of her sexual experimentation, or because he thought that she might be enjoying it; but he knew that a big part of the explanation must lie in the record hard-on he was experiencing. If being tied up had made him aroused, then being bound while watching his girlfriend stretched out, harness-gagged, tit-clamped, with a stuffed asshole and being forced to fuck herself on a dildo - it was unreal. He periodically lifted his knees up to his chest, so that his whole weight hung painfully by the wrist ropes, just to rub his feet and ankles against his crotch and thereby try to get some sexual release. And when the magnified view of her ravaged cunt and anus had popped up on the side of the screen? He would have done anything to cum. He thought that if anyone were to touch his cock directly, he would immediately explode.

He watched as the remaining fifteen minutes of Lauren's predicament played out on the screen in front of him. At one point with about six minutes to go, she stood up and straightened her knees - her legs were still splayed apart by the spreader-bar between her thighs, but at least she could mostly relax her muscles by getting out of the half-way squat position. Her quads and hamstrings were shaking with fatigue, but he could see, despite the harness gag blocking much of her lower face, a look of almost sublime respite come to her eyes. He supposed that allowing her nipples to have a few seconds without being stretched and distorted added to her look of relief. She stood like this for about a minute - a gorgeous inverted-Y of smooth, gleaming sexual energy - and then, with a look of resolution, decided to return to her arduous self-imposed punishment for the remaining few minutes.

However, just as she was lowering herself once again to be impaled, her screen flashed with a new image. It was another picture of her boyfriend, but it was different from before. While she had been briefly resting, the man had entered the equipment room and come to stand beside Scott. Here, he had reached down and rubbed his hand over Scott's aching cock. As he unzipped the fly of his captive's bulging jeans, Scott moaned into the gag. He wasn't sure if he was making noise in protest, or in desire, or some combination of both. Now putting his hand inside Scott's pants, the man took hold of his cock and balls and pulled them through the flap in his boxer briefs and out of his fly. Scott could feel the denim of his jeans pushing up against his perineum, and looked down at his throbbing cock. "Let's show her your appreciation," said the man as he took another shot with the webcam. Scott yelled a muffled "ngro", but it was too late.

The picture appeared in front of her a moment later. She was stunned. She had been afraid that Scott would be horrified by everything that was happening. Instead, if his penis was any indication, he had never been more turned on than he was right now, watching her struggle through her predicament. Seeing this brought an overwhelming sense of relief to her, and it was with a new confidence and sense of performance that she settled into the rest of her ordeal.

When her time was up, the man entered the room where Lauren hung limply from her ropes, smiled at her, and untied her tired arms. The first clock on the laptop showed 00:00. The second clock showed 19:12. "You've done very well," was all he said, looking at her with admiration and not a little lust, before he put some thick blankets on the floor, turned, and walked away.