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Hollywood Hostage
by
Doc Masterson

CHAPTER TEN
     "You have failed us," Breta said when she returned from her
trip into the city.
     I know she expected to find us exactly where we were, in a
pile in the middle of my cell, but she would have never admitted
it.  The only good I could reason from the whole affair was that
she would have to release us from the outfits to get us to out
feet.
     "You two don't seem to have enough of an incentive to get
back on your feet," Trixi said as she moved closer to where we
were immobilized on the floor.
     She moved over to Thor and began pushing on some sort of
black inlaid button on his butt just below his belt line.  It
looked like one of those silly athletic shoe pumps that inflated
a pad in your arch or instep.  I had never found the shoes worth
the m, but Thor was obviously having quite a reaction to what
Trixi was doing.
     "You're a screamer," Breta said looking me in the face, "so
I'll do this one first on you."
     She reached to my forehead and began pressing a pump affair
that was also located there.  I didn't immediately know what it
was supposed to do.  When I got the picture, however, it was a
shocker.  The hard rubber penis gag in my mouth had a balloon in
its end that was being inflated down my throat.  It was
definitely ending all thought of sound creation and it made
simple breathing a major effort.
     "Now I'll use the other pump," Breta said.  "This will give
you a taste of the punishment you deserve for letting yourselves
loose your balance."
     She started pumping on the other pump button on my ass and I
suddenly knew what Thor had experienced.  This pump worked on the
large butt plug that was up our asses.  She seemed to have no
trouble tripling its size inside my crippled ass.  I sobbed into
my gag with the pain, but only I could hear my unmanly
whimpering.
     "I guess you're glad I charged those batteries last night,"
Trixi said as she re-entered the room with a pair of remote
control devices.
     "Yeah, we would have missed a lot of fun," Breta said
taunting us.
     I had been their prisoner long enough to know that even such
veiled threats were not to be taken as hollow warning.  We were
about to be punished and I didn't know anyway to avoid it.  These
suits were totally restrictive.  The best I would be able to do
would be to roll across the floor and hope for the best.
     "Here this one is for Rick.  I manage that little wimp
Thor." Trixi said handing a controller to Breta.
     "Okay slaves, I want you to come alive and get to your feet. 
This laying about has been too long."
     Neither of us did anything.  We had already spent hours
trying to do just what she ordered.  The suits prevented that and
there was no reason to try again.  I guess I was the first to
realize I was wrong.  It didn't really matter who was first.  We
both got the new picture with lightning speed.
     It seemed immediately clear that the suit had more than
leather and rubber in its makeup.  In one moment I was awaiting
torment, and the next I was afire with electrical energy all over
my body.  The current they were putting to my cock, balls and
tits was the most painful.  The electrodes, however, they had
activated in my stomach, legs and arms, however, may have been
more appropriate to the job at hand.
     I convulsed all over with muscle contractions and the suit
bent to allow me to get just a shade of mobility.  As soon as I
realized that they had set the current on some sort of pulsating
pattern, I knew I had to coordinate my other muscles to the
painful electrical pulse.  If I did this, I might make it to my
feet.
     It took three times for me to make it to my feet.  When I
finally stabilized my stance, I realized that Thor had made his
move ahead of me.  The three were waiting on me to get into a
stable standing position.
     "Let's see if you can manage a little sexual service in
those outfits," Trixi finally said.
     "Yeah, with these little remote controls we're supposed to
be able to keep you pluggin' away at just the speed, depth and
angle we need for a really good fuck," Breta said.
     They took out their key rings and unlocked the front panels
of the pants we were wearing.  Breta exposing my strapped up cock
and balls.  She released the straps to make my love rocket fully
ready for insertion in her torrid twat.  She slowly undressed and
stood before be with only her hot box and her remote control box.
     "I want to feel lots of body action from you," Breta
demanded.  "And you had better keep your balance."
     She slid my continuously ready tool in her slit and started
to work the controls.  There was a shock in my ass.  Then it was
my tits.  Now she had the current on to my abdomen.  I could not
help it, but bounded about with my dick making feeble pumping
strokes to her cunt.
     My dick didn't really make complete strokes.  I didn't seem
to be able to master the deep shot.  Her love spot seemed to be a
target I could only hit on the distant occasion.  She was getting
sex, but it was not the quality of sex I knew she demanded.
     I could hear Thor working Trixi nearby.  He was obviously
having better luck.  Either he was reacting better to the remote
control signals being given to his body or she was easier to
satisfy than Breta.  It didn't matter which, I was in trouble.
     The only positive thing I could find in the whole situation
was that I was not nearing a climax.  I was on a high cloud, but
I knew that I could hold it back.  That would at least save my
body from that kind of punishment.
     "That was the most pitiful excuse for sex I have ever had,"
Breta finally said after an apparent small climax.
     "We're going to have to get him out of that thing and give
his body some real punishment," I heard Trixi say as Breta
released my wand from her cunt.
     I was so hot from the confinement in the leather suit I
seemed on the edge of consciousness.  When my sex stalk was
finally free, I just lost it.  I could feel the cool breeze on my
rod and I wanted out of the suit.  My muscles rebelled and
suddenly I was again tumbling toward the floor.  This time I
didn't have the luxury of having Thor's body below mine and I
knocked myself out.

*****

     "We need to work fast, he's coming to and cooling down,"
Breta said as I began to regain a vision of painful reality.
     They were removing the last of the leather suit from my
lower body.  The whole world seemed to be still spinning and I
decided to keep my eyes closed for a few minutes longer.  I had
opened them long enough to see that they had Trixi, Breta and
Thor all working on me.  I had no chance of fighting whatever
they had in mind for my body.
     "Get the body bag," Breta ordered.
     "How 'bout the balloon hood?" Trixi asked.
     "Yeah that too.  We'll fix the bastard."
     "He needs to learn why slaves are on this earth." Trixi said
with a grin.
     They started putting my body into some sort of heavy rubber
bag.  Inside the bag it had separately divided areas for each leg
and each arm.  I could see there was a zipper up the front to
close me safely inside.  There didn't seem to be any real reason
to fight my latest imprisonment.  It seemed better than the
leather suit I had just endured.
     "So your finally awake, slime," Breta said with a note of
total disgust.
     "Yes, mistress, I am sorry I failed to satisfy you," I said
without any real expectation that it would make a difference in
my punishment.
     "You will have a few days to think about it," Trixi said.
     "Yes, mistress," I said thinking how my body could use the
rest and recuperation a few days without pain and training could
bring.
     "This is a blow-up hood, take a deep breath while I put it
on you," Breta said.
     "Yes, mistress."
     The hood was made of black rubber.  It had two layers of
heavy rubber with a very tight neck collar.  Inside the hood
there was a pair of rubber tubes that I could feel Breta
manipulating until they went up my nostrils.  These tubes were my
only contact with the world.  They were my air lifelines.
     "I'm going to inflate the hood, but you should still be able
to breathe," Breta said.
     The rubber became hard around my face and soon the rubber
was tight against every part of my head and face.  My head was
sealed from the world except for the tubes in my nose.  I could
breathe but nothing more.  It was very hot inside.
     "Ready for the catheter?" Trixi asked.
     "Put it in him," was Breta's order.
     Someone, I assume Trixi, grabbed my dick and started to work
on it.  The hard rod was not ready for what was to come next. 
They were sticking a rubber tube down the inner channel of my
dick.  My piss hole was being plugged.  They were not
particularly gentle about the way they were doing it and it hurt.
     "I'm ready to pump it up," Trixi said.
     "Seal him off from the world."
     I could feel the catheter being inflated in my cum wick.  It
seemed like it would pop one of the rings that still were digging
painfully into my soft flesh.  I tried to protest by speaking to
the pair, but I found that when I opened my mouth it was only
filled with a pillow of rubber from the mask.
     "We've sealed your pecker, so don't try pissin' or milkin',"
Breta finally said as I felt her zip me into the body bag.
     I heard the distinctive click of a lock as I was closed into
the special all rubber torture unit.  I felt a chill go down my
spine as the fear of the possibilities finally came to roost in
my head.  That chill was soon replaced by the searing heat of a
closed space where your body heat is trapped inside heavy rubber. 
There was a special kind of panic I felt knowing that only two
small tubes connected me with the outside world.
     My first sensation was that I was sweating all over.  The
heavy rubber bag was becoming wet with my own body fluids all
over.  I could roll about the floor in the rubber bag but I could
not make the suit open and let me out.  Since my arms and legs
were in separate pockets of the bag was hard to get together
enough force to make a serious effort at ripping the strong bag. 
I could not get my hands to my dick to remove the catheter or
masturbate, as I would have liked.
     I tried to contort my body to work one or more of my arms
out of their pockets within the bag.  The pockets, however,
extended all the way to my armpits and I found it impossible. 
All I seemed to be doing by the attempts was to be driving my
body's temperature up inside the air tight bag.
     I was becoming hot in another way.  The heavy heat and near
panic I felt at my confinement had the joint effect of bringing
me near climax.  I had been so horny for so long there must have
been gallons of seminal fluid pent up inside awaiting its
release.  In my mind I kept trying to put this all aside.  I
needed to get out of this bag first, remove the catheter from my
sex bat then relieve my longings.
     I tried to move around on the floor to find a corner I could
use to work on the zipper closure or its lock.  The only choice
was the door jam, but my balloon head kept getting in the way.  I
had to get the lock off.  I just had to.  If I got hotter inside,
so be it.  I had to try.
     As I moved about my dick slipped back and forth against the
slippery rubber.  It was very sensuous.  It wasn't something I
could control.  My battering ram seemed to slide back and forth
almost seeking attention to its delicately sensitive areas.  The
cum was building and I could feel the pleasure of a spurt coming
any moment.  It had been so long.  Maybe I could chance it.  It
might just blow the catheter out of my screwdriver.  I could
surely fill the whole bag with white milky semen.
     Every action of the bag seemed to rub against my dick.  I
was being drawn to the highest arousal of my life.  The heat only
served to heighten the fury.  I seemed to be mentally drawn to
move with the bag.  It was like masturbating myself without the
shame.  I could release the huge pent up force inside and enjoy
it.  I tried not to think about it.  I could think of nothing
else.  I wanted satisfaction.  I wanted to cream over and over
again. 
     It started to happen.  The semen came up the tube. 
Roadblock.  The catheter was firm.  It would not let the load
out.  My dick seemed ready to explode.  The pleasure of a sure
squirt turned to the pain of a plugged tube.  My body wanted to
push it out.  It increased the pressure.  The pumping cycle
increased in frequency. Could I blow it out? Failure. God it
hurt.
     As promised they left me in the bag for two full days.  My
fuck faucet could not keep from erupting and I needed to piss. 
The catheter never gave way.  Each time it was a huge hope for
satisfaction followed by the burning pain of failure.  I had an
uncontrollable auto-fuck attack almost every hour for the two
days.  Damn that catheter. It was something I could never forget.

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