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The ring on the ceiling had some scratches and abrasions, which indicated that frequent use of it was made. The ceiling itself was made of rough, ugly concrete and let each miss chic. For a while I just lay there and stared at the many cracks and bumps, looked again to the iron ring that inspired me a little scared, and had finally seen enough. I sat up, at least in the brain, my body the command did not clear it, but something prevented me. I quickly found out what it was: I could not take my arms to help. I tried aufzustützen my hands to the side of my body, but it could not. The chain that bound my wrists behind my back, was adamant.
Handcuffs, I thought. I have been clearly tied with handcuffs. But why? And above all, where am I? And what happened to me? Questions, questions and no answers. I had as soon as possible to make high from the horizontal to me a picture of my situation. I slid my hands under your butt, my arms twisted until I was able to rest your elbows on my back and tried it again. I heaved my upper body with the help of my arms a little bit up, the rest did my stomach muscles. Done!
I saw that I was on a hard bunk, which was covered only with a gray sheet. At the same time I realized I was completely naked. Even the tight latex corset was gone, which already had almost become a part of me. To my ankles are nestled heavy steel clamps that were connected with a short chain. On a further link in this chain was fastened, which ended in an iron ring that was anchored next to the bed in the floor.
, It has put me in irons and chained fixed ', I thought. Why?
The platform was right on the wall to my left, which was built of rough, wet stones and was constantly in the spaces between some moss eked out a meager existence. The wall across from me looked just pathetic and the heavy oak door with iron, which was embedded in it, inspired me with no confidence. On my right was finally a narrow strip of floor and wall behind a third, who looked no different than the others. A bit behind the iron ring on which I had been chained, I discovered a circular hole, about as big as buckets. At some distance away were two bowls on the floor, like this one filled with clear fluid, the other with a pulpy mass. I shook my disgust and chains, accompanied my movement with a constant rattling.
The only side of my cell - so I called the room already, and no other name would have fit better - I did not know, was the wall behind me. I turned my head and glanced back, but was bitterly disappointed. Again, I saw only a cold, damp stone wall. Only high up, out of reach for me, there was a small, square opening, which was secured with iron bars. From there, thought of something light and changed my abode in a dim, horrible hole.
For a long time I just sat there staring in front of me. How had can only come this far? It had all started yet so beautiful, that time when my parents were gone on holiday to Italy and I could hardly expect even live out my passion for rubber undisturbed and uninhibited can. At the thought of it started in my stomach to twitch. And then the training with Ken, the bizarre appearances in Hilda's Club and later the mistress of time with Miranda and my friends. Everything was so wonderful, it seemed as if I had hit the jackpot.
And now? I found nothing exciting about it, stuck in a dingy cell. Wherever I looked, nothing but stone, steel and chains. It would have been better if I had been dressed in rubber, but not even one had done this favor for me.
I remembered the competition in Hilda's property again. I belonged to the losers' bracket and reminded me vaguely realizing that it is me and the others had put into these mobile rubber cells. What happened then I did not know. A big black gaping hole in my memory. But a lost race was really reason enough to put me in a dark dungeon? That was still too far. The fact was that I was in a such. And just the thought of escape was ridiculous.
I sighed resignedly, and my eyes fell again on the two shells. Since I was very hungry and thirsty, I swung my legs off the cot and put it on the cold floor. I sat up and walked carefully towards it. I was dazed a bit and my sense of balance had a few scratches and dents. When I was two steps removed from the dishes, my walk was abruptly stopped. The chain, with which I was associated with the iron ring was totally excited and I could not continue. I had no other choice. I let myself down on my knees, leaned my upper body down and held my mouth over the bowl of the clear liquid. I dropped another bit deeper and my lips touched the cool water. I sipped some of it and recognized the taste that this was water. I quenched my thirst for the first time and tried gently to a pulp. Contrary to expectations it tasted not so bad. With cravings I took with my teeth to bite bite out of the shell, very briefly chewed and swallowed it. Like a dog I ate from the wells, but a choice I had not.
After I had finished, I sat up again with difficulty and went back to bed. Leftover food stuck to my chin and my cheeks and I had no way to wipe it, they stayed there. I sat on my hard bed, swung my legs on the bed and lay down. I stared for a long time on the ceiling and made me constantly wondering why you did to me slid, but eventually to sleep over.
When I awoke, everything was still the same. At least almost.
I was still in the bleak cell, my wrists and ankles were still accessible in steel clamps and I still had nothing to sell me the time. Only one thing had changed: the two shells on the ground were now filled. It had to be someone in my cell had been while I was sleeping. I was interested but not particularly for the food bowls. At the moment I had a very different need, and I had to urgently go to the bathroom. I pulled myself painfully up in sitting position and let my eyes wander through the cell. I recognized the circular hole in the floor, divined his purpose and was groaning on the bunk. I pulled the chain rattling behind me on the floor, squatted over the hole and let it run. Only now I noticed that my urine flowed quite naturally out of me. The catheter, which had stretched over so many weeks in my body was gone. While I still wondered how good I still had control of my sphincter, I discovered near the oak door, a shiny metal on the floor. It was immediately aroused my curiosity. I shook off the last drops, got up and went full of hope on the little thing.
The closer I got, the greater was my joy. The small metal plate was nothing more than a key. If I only had time in hand, it offered a real chance to escape from this dungeon. When I only had two or three steps removed from that, I was brutally stopped by the ankles and I almost tipped forward. With difficulty I kept myself on my feet and regained his balance. These damn chain prevented me from attaining to the key. But as fast as I did not give up. I knelt down and stretched it with the belly down on the floor. I crawled forward as far as the chain would permit, and with luck I could get hold of the key. With my nose I could just reach him and pushed him gently away from the door. It was tedious work and a millimeter, but finally there was the object of desire, just below my mouth. It took me a few tries before I took the key with my teeth, but as I had done that, I knew I could escape this hell, perhaps.
With the key cross between the teeth, I looked to the door and my euphoria was given a regular steamer. I was still about a meter away and would never, so I stretched myself too, to create there. Also, I saw nowhere a keyhole, so not even a doorknob. The only opening was a small door, which served well to take a look into the cell to discard or food to reach the start. But this door was closed and probably locked. So what I had taken the trouble to get the key? But what if the key does not fit the door, but ...
I drew new hope. I crawled so far back until the chain no longer stretched and sat on the floor. I spit out the key and let it fall to the ground. Then I turned around and felt as long as the stone floor until I had the little metal thing in the fingers. Now I tried - also blind - the key into the lock to put the handcuffs. For a long time were not worth my efforts. I wanted to give up, because I thought the key would not fit but, as was heard behind me a clicking sound. The clamp around my left wrist opened and I could move my arms again. Now that I could see the key hole, it was a breeze to free my right hand from the clamp.
Now I was cocky and tried same key also to the steel clamps around my ankles. I expected really does not think that I could relieve you of it, but fit the key. Overjoyed, I stood up, naked as God created me, but freed from all bonds, and wondered what to do next. I had to get out of this cell, it was quite clear, the only question was how. The small hole in the floor could I forget the same, I would never fit through. And the idea of ??ending up in a septic tank, made me shiver. The barred opening high in the wall was not suitable as an escape route. So there was only left the door, but also seemed to be hopeless without a latch and key hole. Nevertheless, I tried my luck. I dug my fingers into the small crack between door and door frame and pulled with all his might. Nothing! An inch they could move. Next, I tried my hand at the small hatch. Carefully, I pushed them aside - I was almost an air jump for joy when it worked - and immediately went into cover to avoid being noticed by any outside standing guard. But all was still. Carefully, I peered through the resulting gap. I saw a bit of a dark wall, which saw the walls of my cell very similar. I opened the hatch now quite stuck my arm and took on the other side of the door down. I did not look until I felt a catch in my hand. I pressed down and the door swung open with an eerie squeal on the inside.
I carefully stepped over the threshold and estimated that at any moment it, of strong paws caught and thrown back into the cell to become. But nothing like that happened. I was now completely out of the cell, closed the door behind me and closed again, the little hatch. Then I looked around.
I found myself in a corridor that ran endless left and right and somewhere lost in the dark. At irregular intervals, I saw candles that were attached to the walls. The floor was of stone and felt cold on my bare soles.
Going to do now was expensive. Where should I contact? I relied on my luck and went to the left. I crept forward on tiptoe in order not to betray me by a thoughtless loud. The air seemed to have stopped and smelled musty. Every time I passed a candle, I quickened my steps, for I felt almost sinister-looking eyes that followed me and could see me clearly in the candlelight.
The course drew endless and monotonous in the depths. Slowly I began to think whether I had chosen the right path. What if I am ever more deeply into this underground dungeon penetrated, rather than to flee towards the exit? I decided to explore the course about five minutes - then I should still be nowhere arrived - to repent and seek my fortune in the other direction. However, it took less than two minutes and I was asked again to choose. To my left, a short-chain corridor - just a few paces - at a right angle from the response above and ended at a massive oak door studded with iron. The door that looked similar to my cell to confuse. I decided to risk from a short trip and turned left. The closer I got to the door, the more clearly I recognized the heavy wooden door handle and the hatch at eye level. As I stood in front of it, I also noticed the small sign that hung on a nail.
"Edith," it said.
I was shocked. My friend was so firmly in this dungeon. But even more shocked me the words that were under the name. , Still 84 hours', I read. I could not help it, I had my friend try to help or at least have a look in her cell. I turned the handle down, but the door did not move. So I did the only thing I could do. Gently, I pushed the wooden panel of the peephole to the side, glanced into the cell and at the same moment I held my breath. My eyes widened by shiny marbles and the fine hairs on my arms directed to a goose bumps.
"My God, Edith," I gasped in horror, "Why?"
Slowly I made the peephole again, because I could do absolutely nothing for my girlfriend. I went back to the short hall and sat on my far less successful attempt to escape by the tunnel-like passage, I explored further, hoping to find an outlet somewhere.
On my environment changed very little except for three things: Firstly, the candles that spread a little light, less and less. Accordingly, it was always dark in this weird transition. Second, I groped forward with only half attention, because my thoughts engaged intensively with Edith. The third thing that had changed was that I was with my left hand on the cold wall forwards fumbled while my other hand very tenderly my most sensitive places in between my legs, caressed thing I noticed, however, until I almost head against another door ran. Surprised, I looked alternately at the new obstacle, then on my right hand, which without my knowledge massaged my column, as they belong to someone completely different, then again on the door. What was wrong with me? me, the sight of Edith had brought completely out of his mind? What was so exciting to them in a shabby looking hole, in which nothing was out of a bulky, black rubber bag? A rubber bag that looked like a giant sausage, which was inflated to bursting? On the surface, was not much to this sight, that was correct. What put me so in Rage was the idea that a man was inside this rubber bag. In this case it was my friend Edith, who had caught. But I could not always happen the same thing? And the crazy thing was that I even wanted me. I only had for a few seconds looked Edith cell, but that image was still sharp and in color in my mind. Every detail I had impressed me. The shapeless bundle rose and fell evenly on one side and down, in the same rhythm and sucked air escaped from a small opening with a melodic whistle. She breathes, I thought. What was still left to breathe outside of it otherwise? I pondered for a while, I knew it:
Feel!
While my right hand spoiled my pleasure center, the fingers of my other hand played in the buds of my breasts. I leaned back against the door, which was not suddenly more interesting, and let my lust run free.
A slight, barely perceptible Tripp Trapp, Tripp-Trapp was heard, as children of feet.
"Only 84 hours," I groaned.
How could a man is the only bear? It had to be hell or was it perhaps a unique and wonderful experience?
In the opening in Edith's sweaty prison from which hissed the air, there was a second, could only serve the feeding. Whether Included could chew themselves, I do not know. Maybe even a probe stuck in her stomach and she was treated in this way with food. At the other end of the rubber bag I had discovered two more openings, which ended in small rubber bags. One was transparent and about one-third filled with a yellow liquid, the other bag was black as night.
Everything that goes in, must get out somewhere, I thought. Oh my God!
Two of my fingers forced their way between my lips and glided smoothly into my pleasure centers. They pushed back and forth several times, then was joined to a third finger. I began to breathe heavy and my knees went weak. I sank down twitched together briefly when my bare bottom touched the cold stone floor and spread the legs lustfully. Some nectar came from between my legs and dripped to the ground. In a trance slid my fingers out of the vulva. I smelled it, and an intense tingling sensation shot through all my limbs. I licked it, and a violent earthquake shook my step. My hand went back down and the still-wet fingers buried themselves again in my boiling hot column.
A soft click-clack click-clack was heard, and it was distinct from the other side of the door, but I was too excited to take it true.
Oh Edith, I thought, how do you feel you need at the moment? I am sorry you, but I really want to trade with you. So much! A life that is reduced to just breathe.
And to feel.
Yes. Feel. That was the most important thing. To feel how the body spanned the tight rubber and held as a passionate lover. To feel the humidity crept along the skin and they tickled by invisible fingers. To feel how tightly drawn in the rubber, every crack and crease and took the body like a skin tight prison pressed against the body.
And then crawled up a huge orgasm from the depths of chastity, orgasm as I had never experienced in life. Only for a split in cramped my loins, then followed the redemptive climax. A huge wave swept through my body, all my tendons and nerves were strained to tear up and I did not do anything more true about me. The peak physical and mental sensation was reached and ebbed slowly, very slowly again. Oh Edith, I breathed, please let me take your place! Whether for 84 hours, for weeks or forever!
Click-clack click-clack. Now it was very close. A deep hum accompanied the metallic, monotonous sound. It came from close behind the door and pulled me from my brutally lustful mood. Suddenly I returned to reality. I realized I was sitting on the floor of a musty, cold tunnel and had spread her legs wide. What the hell I was only here. I had to choose me no worse place to masturbate. Should I just sit here and wait until they caught me. Perhaps already waited a second rubber bag out to swallow me. The idea was tempting, but more likely was that I was back in my cell transported over, me and put me in irons on bread and water was slowly waste away.
The murmur and click behind the door was now very near. I jumped on my legs and scurried back to the way I had come. I took the turnoff to Edith's cell, I crouched low in the angle between the door and wall and made myself as small as possible. I hardly dared to breathe, as the footsteps came closer. And finally, as a figure entered the intersection between corridor and hallway and stand right there was, I was actually on the breath.