THE WOMAN & The Girl 2- Extract

 

Gabrielle stopped talking. Mum and Leanne were emptying their glasses as though in unison. Both placed the empty glass a little forcefully on the delicate occasional style table in front of them. "Lead the way then Gabrielle. Let's get this over and done with." Mum still sounded strong, still sounded like she had fight in her. But inside she hadn't liked what she was hearing or the way this woman was talking. If anything, she was crumbling from the inside out. She couldn't let this woman know that. But she was way behind there - Gabrielle knew every sign of a woman being broken down. She knew the signs of every stage involved. So mum wasn't fooling her. But she couldn't let Leanne know that she was unravelling. She needn't have worried about that. Leanne was in her own personal nightmare right at this time. She hadn't liked what she was hearing either. It wasn't so much what was being said but the way that this Gabrielle woman was talking. Her tone and her delivery. All three seemed to get up at the same time. Mum and Leanne tugging on their hems and Gabrielle watching them letting them know that she was clocking everything they were doing. "You both look lovely by the way. I can see where Lisa gets her stunning looks from. Legs to die for. Curves to die for. A beautiful family." Mum and Leanne looked at each other. This woman was sounded madder and more intimidating all the time. She led the way out of that magnificent lounge and up a huge, curved stairway to the first floor.

 

Both Leanne and her mother stopped dead in their tracks when they eventually saw Lisa. It was like the picture of this mother and daughter had been turned from vivid colour to monochrome. The colour drained from the two of them as though some kind of hyper natural event had occurred. Mum's mouth dried up instantly but then so did Leanne's. Their lips had to peel mat red from mat red as they tried to take in what they were seeing. Mum stood but she shifted her weight from high heel to high heel and her eyes were in one direction only, that was on what they were seeing in front of them. Leanne might have been expected to rush over, hug her sister, comfort her in some way - show her how pleased that she was to see her and reassure her that now the nightmare was over. But she didn't do that. She couldn't do that. She was rooted to the spot and her eyes were fixed on what she was seeing.

The Latex, clad and shod Lisa was on her knees on some kind of rig that can only be described as an intricate and complex bondage rig. Her knees were spread wide and her ankles had been brought up behind her thighs and secured there. This resulted in her entire weight being transferred down through her spine to the points of her knees that were in contact with the hard, unforgiving platform. To say that Lisa wasn't cuttingly 'in the room' would have been an understatement. Physically she was there. But mentally she was in a different place. She was secured to a vertical pole that was cemented and bolted into the floor. This vertical pole ensured the spine was controlled and pained in equal measure. A leather head harness which looked frightening and bizarre held the young girl's head in check. That harness was like something that might be fitted to a horse. Criss cross leather straps and buckles with varying abilities in tightness and control. And from another pole directly in front of Lisa was what can only be described as a phallic object. A thick, black solid rubber cock that had been inserted into Lisa's mouth. There was the ability for this cock to be inserted and fixed in such a way that Lisa would be totally gagged. And yet it wasn't used like that. This black rubber cock was for her to suck on. For her to work her mouth on. And she was doing that. She was doing it hungrily and willingly. She was working her mouth and her head as much as the bonds would allow. But it was clear that she was needing to suck this cock like this and that there was something driving her need.

Between her legs, a shorter pole rose from the platform. That seemed to be pressed right up between her legs. But on the end of that pole and deeply embedded in her femininity was another phallic object. Another big black rubber cock. One that had been slipped inside her, and then slid deep then deep until it nudged her cervix. It was clear that she was aroused, because the juices were oozing from her and down the rubber cock and dripping to the floor under her.

And at an angle, yet another pole. Like at forty-five degree angles and there was another device attached. This was not phallic shaped - it was a vibrating device that had a strongly vibrating and reverberating head that was pressed into the area directly above Lisa's slit. That slit was marked by the chubby, dripping lips that had been pulled free from the latex and hung there. But those lips were trembling with the vibration that was being fed through her by this angled device. One might have expected Lisa to be trying to escape that incessant attention. But she wasn't. She couldn't. If anything she was pressing her pelvis into to the large circular vibrator head. She was hungry for it. And hungry for the feel of that thickness in her femininity and that fatness and thickness inside her mouth. Her mouth was producing saliva on epic proportions. And most of that saliva was drooling and spilling from her mouth to the floor from her latex covered breasts.

From her nipples. Tiny, thin wires were stretched. Those wires disappeared through the platform floor. But in some way they had been looped on the nipples, right to the bases of the thick erect, exposed vulnerable nipples and then adjusted so that the tug and the pull on them was permanent. That tug stretching the nipples down. And that tug in turn feeding the imaginary pull of the invisible wire from nipples to clitoris. That vibrator was working the clitoris. And it was working it unmercifully. The manipulation and enforced arousal through Lisa's extremities and femininity could not be imagined. Not by anyone sane, or moral. And her juices poured from her as though somewhere deep inside herself she had sprung a leak of some kind.

Lisa's arms were behind her. They seemed distorted. Her shoulder forced back, the blades almost if not actually touching. The elbows bound and brought together forcing her to thrust out her chest in an almost obscene way. It looked painful. It had to be painful. Her wrists bound and the binds at the wrist then pulled down and attached to another of those little poles erupting from the floor. Then there were the noises that Lisa was making. Not really human noises. The sucking of that rubber cock as though her life depended on it. But also the noises that came from somewhere deeper. Deeper noises of despair. But noises of high arousal and need also. Contradicting noises. Terrible noises really. And for a long time all there was were those noises. Mum and Leanne just stood there in the party finest. Neither of them were processing what they were seeing very easily. If anything Leanne's mind was in the decline whilst mum was thinking, between severe bouts of layered shock that what she had been fearing about this woman was indeed coming true.