Lycra Flowers

Ramona panted and looked at Roxie as the woman stared daggers at her. Roxie’s hair was a mess from the long battle and her hand could barely hold her sword.

“You think you’ve escaped Ramona?” she asked clutching her side where Ramona’s hammer had scored a lucky blow. “I’ll be back and then I’ll cut you and your snivelling coward of a boyfriend down to size and drag you to Gideon in chains.”

The half-kunoichi stepped backward and through a door leading from subspace to the real world.

Ramona heaved a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground. Her clothes were a ruin of tattered and shredded fabric; a testament to Roxie’s skill with her chosen weapon and her own phenomenal dodging ability. Her hair was matted with sweat and her hammer felt like it weighed a ton. She stowed her hammer in her bag and began to travel home using the all to familiar path through the dreamscape.

Her mind, like her body, was weary and fatigued from the long battle and the shortcuts that she knew and used were blurry and indistinct. The safe path was no longer clear and she fell through the floor into an unfamiliar dream.

Ramona clutched her forehead as her vision blurred. She blinked and spied two figures a few yards ahead. Her vision cleared and her eyes widened at the sight before her.

The first person was Knives Chau. Her body was strapped down to a table with thick leather straps. Her arms and legs were stretched to the four corners and strapped down; the tight straps dimpling her skin.

Knives’ body was encased in a hot pink lycra bodysuit. A black rubber corset was around her waist. The straps and lacing were done up and the stiff rubber corset was compressing her waist and forcing her small breasts out on display.

Her hands were encased in thick black rubber mittens that held her fingers rigid rendering them useless and her feet were strapped in a pair of black ballet heels. Tiny locks winked at Ramona from the ankle straps and it was clear the shoes would be a task to walk in let alone wear.

A strap ran from the corset between Knives’ legs. The strap was digging into her crotch and Ramona could see the outline of something circular clearly visible under the lycra suit attempting to push free only to be thwarted by the suit and the strap.

The second person was Kim Pine. The older girl was wearing a red lycra tank top that hugged her curves and exposed her breasts and everything below her waist. She was wearing a pair of red lycra opera gloves that went to just below her shoulders. A pair of thigh length red lycra stockings adorned her legs and were clipped to the bottom of her tank top. A pair of red stiletto heels completed her look and gave her the air of a dominatrix.

Kim was in the process of fitting Knives’ head with a black rubber hood and mask. The mask was made of rubber and fitted over her face covering everything. Two tubes were inserted into her nostrils to supply air and a third tube sprouted from her mouth covering. A thick plug of plastic was wedged into Knives mouth as the mask went on and numerous straps were used to anchor the mask firmly on her face. The hood went on next and was a tight fit. It covered the poor girl’s head leaving only a circle where her face could be seen if it wasn’t already covered with a tight mask.

She was just doing up the last straps along the scalp of the mask when she heard a gasp and a slight thud. She turned and spied Ramona who had fallen backwards on her ass at the sight before her. The lycra clad woman narrowed her eyes at Ramona who was by now struggling to get back to her feet. The last thing Ramona saw was the wave of energy that shot from Kim’s eyes before it knocked her into unconsciousness.

Ramona awoke slowly and blinked away the last vestiges of sleep that clung to her conscious mind. Her mouth was hanging open and her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. She tried to close her mouth but felt something holding her jaw wide open. Her tongue went out to probe the object lodged in her mouth and she discovered it was round and smooth. She tried to raise her arm to dislodge the object but found she couldn’t so much as wiggle her fingers. She glanced over at her arm and then down at her body before mewling in alarm.

Her body was encased in a tight purple lycra suit similar to Knives’ outfit that hugged her body like a second skin with the exception of a zipper that started at her crotch and ran back to her ass. The zipper was currently closed and she could feel the slider resting right above her clit.

A black rubber corset was around her waist and laced up. She could feel the tightness as it compressed her waist down to a cruel hourglass shape. The corset’s tightness also forced her breasts out and on display and she felt her cheeks color as she noticed her bullet-hard nipples; their state of arousal clear through the skin tight suit.

Black rubber gloves had been slid up her arms. She could feel each individual finger as it sat in a rigid rubber channel that held them prisoner and rendered them useless. The gloves were tight and extended up just past her elbows. A pair of black leather cuffs adorned her wrists and were locked on with tiny padlocks in the shape of stars.

Her feet had been forced into a pair of black ballet slippers that crushed her toes into a point and forced her to balance on them. A pair of star padlocks winked at her from the ankle straps and her heart sank as she realized they were locked on securely.

A second pair of cuffs were locked around her ankles proper and locked tight as well with star locks. The four cuffs adorning her wrists and ankles were securing her spread eagle atop a table similar to the one Knives was strapped to.

Her entire body was strapped down with leather straps that held her limbs and torso down tight to the surface of the table. Ramona strained and struggled but was held down tightly to the table.

She heard the click clack of heels and turned her head to see Kim walking around her tightly secured body. The red clad teen was chewing on a gloved finger as she observed the way the straps dimpled Ramona’s purple lycra covered skin. Her eyes twinkled in amusement as she noted the stiffness of Ramona’s nipples.

“God Ramona , you look like such a slut wearing that,” she said as she ran a hand down Ramona’s ball-gagged face.

“That gag you’re sporting is a lovely shade of purple,” said Kim as she brushed a few stray locks of hair from Ramona’s face.

“A little tidbit of information since I know you can’t see it to appreciate it. I picked it out specially because it matched your lovely hair and delicious lips,” whispered the teen as she traced her finger along Ramona’s lips where they touched the ball.

The finger trailed down her chin and across her collarbone to trace circles on her lycra clad breast. The finger was soon joined by another on her other breast and soon both fingers were tracing slow circles around her erect nipples. Ramona moaned and closed her eyes as a feeling of pleasure radiated from those two hard points on her chest.

Her eyes shot open and she mewled into her gag as Kim pinched the hard nubbins with her fingers. The teen pinched and worked the defenseless nipples between forefinger and thumb. Ramona’s head went back and she strained as her poor nipples were pinched and teased by those fingers, a quiet jangle coming from the buckle of the gag barely heard by her.

“Oh Ramona... You’re getting off on this aren’t you?” asked Kim as she lowered her lips to a nipple and bit it lightly.

Ramona's response was a muffled moan and a shake of her head as she vehemently denied her arousal. She twisted in her bonds and closed her eyes tight as Kim continued to pinch and bite her nipples.

“Well your hard nubbins here tell me otherwise,” said the red clad teen as she flicked the nubs in question with her fingers and squeezed Ramona’s breasts.

Ramona opened her eyes as the teasing hands began to trail down her body. Kim smiled and slid her hands down her corseted waist and over the swell of her hips before grabbing the crotch zipper with her teeth. She winked at Ramona and slid the tab down, opening the zipper and filling the air with the smell of hot pussy.

“Oh my... I think that tells me exactly how you feel...” Kim taunted as she lowered her lips to her exposed pussy and gave it a long, slow lick from the bottom of her slit to her clit.

The bound teen let out a long moan as Kim began to lick her pussy, teasing her folds with tantalizing licks and flicks of her tongue. Kim smiled as Ramona’s pussy began to leak love juices at an increasing rate. Ramona squealed behind the gag as Kim teased and tongued her dripping slit. Her eyes opened wide and her head fell back as Kim pushed her tongue into her wet pussy.

“Mmmm what a delicious hole you have here Ramona,” whispered Kim as she moved her tongue in and out of her wet pussy.

The poor girl strained and struggled as Kim’s tongue teased her inner walls. Ramona’s eyes squeezed shut as the tongue working her over took her closer to the edge of a massive orgasm.

“Cum for me Ramona,” mumbled Kim as she pinched Ramona’s clit between forefinger and thumb and tugged on it.

Ramona’s eyes shot wide open and she howled into her gag as the orgasm crashed over her. Her body strained against the straps as wave after wave of raw pleasure surged through her being. Kim licked up the juices and smiled before standing up and walking over to a large chest. The bound beauty’s eyes opened as she came down from the orgasmic high in time to see Kim walking over with a few items in her hands.

“Well Ramona as fun as playing with you is, I’m afraid I have to get back to playing with little Knives...”
Kim grasped the crotch zipper and pulled it down farther, exposing Ramona’s tight ass hole. Ramona moaned as the cool air of the room blew across her hot and exposed holes. Kim picked up the first of the items she had brought and held it up for Ramona to see. The trapped girl moaned and shook her head as she beheld the large dildo in Kim’s hand.

Her captor just smiled and licked the head of the toy before placing it to her captive’s dripping fuckhole. Ramona closed her eyes and moaned as the long toy was slid into her wet pussy. The red clad dominatrix picked up another dildo and licked the tip before pressing it to her tight rosebud.
Ramona’s eyes shot open and she shook her head frantically as Kim put pressure on the base of the dildo. Her ass resisted the incessant pressure before the head suddenly popped into her ass. The poor girl screamed into her gag as the toy was crammed into her ass.

“There all stuffed like a Christmas goose,” giggled Kim as she zipped up the crotch of her suit and locked it with a star lock.

The teen then pulled the strap running from the front of her corset between her legs and cinched it tight forcing the toys in deeper before buckling it and locking it with a star lock. Ramona’s eyes were closed in a mix of pain and pleasure as the toys sent off conflicting signals.

Kim picked up a black rubber hood and slid it over Ramona’s head. She buckled the straps tight before slipping a black posture collar around her neck. The collar held her head and neck still as Kim locked the collar with a star buckle. Kim smiled as she reached under the table and pulled out a key with a star handle.

Ramona’s eyes widened as Kim settled the thong the key was tied to around her neck. Her eyes shifted to the cruel smile on Kim’s face as she released the straps holding her down and unsnapped the cuffs from the chains. Her gloved hands and useless fingers scrabbled at the key around her neck. Ramona began to cry in despair and frustration as she realized escape was so close and yet impossible.

Kim pulled her weakened arms behind her and locked her wrist cuffs together. A leather arm-binder was slid up her arms forcing them together from wrist to shoulder. Her captor grinned sadistically as she tightened the straps on the arm-binder. Tears streamed down Ramona’s face as the straps were tightened and she closed her eyes in pain as the cruel teen attached a short chain between her ankle cuffs, hobbling her. Ramona was pulled to her feet and onto the ballet shoes, forcing her weight onto her pointed toes.

“I think I’ll put you away for later,” said Kim as she attached a leash to Ramona’s collar and tugged. The poor bound girl stumbled in the cruel shoes and moaned as the toys shifted inside her. Kim led her new captive over to a steel door and opened it revealing a concrete walled room devoid of any comfort.

Ramona was dragged to the center of the room and a chain was hooked up to her arm-binder. Her hobble chain was replaced with a spreader bar and the chain was cranked up until she was forced to dance on her heels. Ramona’s eyes teared up as Kim locked the chain in position before pulling out a small remote.

“Now for a little entertainment,” Kim whispered to her crying captive as she pushed a small button on the remote.

Ramona’s eyes opened wide and she danced on her ballet shoes as the toys in her pussy and ass began to vibrate and buzz inside her.

“It’s set to tease and torture Ramona. You’ll get close but they’ll never let you cum.” said Kim as she twisted a few dials on the remote.

Ramona struggled and squirmed as the mixture of pain from her heels and pleasure from the toys began to mix. Kim smiled as she blew a kiss at the bound beauty before shutting the heavy iron door leaving Ramona in darkness.

Ramona danced and struggled in her binds for what seemed like hours. The toys in her holes and the heels on her feet keeping her in a state of constant arousal and pain. She heard the sound of the bolt being thrown and she looked up as the light from the door opening blinded her.

“Well, well, well. I was wondering where you’d gone. I gotta say it was pretty hard to track you down but here you are.”

Her eyes adjusted and the figure resolved into Roxie. Ramona felt a surge of relief and mumbled through the gag as she danced more frantically in the shoes. At this point being taken back to Gideon was preferrable to this torture. Roxie walked closer to her and let her eyes roam up and down her bound form.

“Poor Ramona, trapped in a sadist’s dreamscape. No one knows where you are. Even Gideon is clueless,” she whispered as she extended a hand to caress Ramona’s face.

“I had said I was going to drag you back to Gideon but I never told you why. I wanted you to suffer for what you did to my heart. I thought Gideon could do this but I guess I was wrong.”

Ramona’s eyes widened and she cried out in pain as Roxie pinched her nipple and twisted it cruelly.

“I’m going to leave you here, Ramona Flowers. I’m going to leave you here to suffer. And no one will ever know.”

Ramona began to cry as Roxie gave her nipple one last cruel twist before striding back to the door.

“Welcome to hell, Ramona Flowers. I hope you enjoy your stay.” said Roxie before she closed the door.

Ramona once again found herself alone in darkness. The heels were excruciatingly painful and the dildos still teased her mercilessly. Yet now a new torment had been placed on her and it bit deeper than any other. The feeling she felt now was pure despair. No one would save her. No one would know she was suffering, trapped in the dreamscape of a sadist. She closed her eyes and there in the dark cell, she wept.