Deadlier Than The Male

Chapter Three

Jo slapped her face, not too gently, through the mask, and stood back, hands resting on hips, breasts thrust out, quite a sight for the awakening Pat.

“Wakey, wakey Pat, sleep's over.”

“Wha....jeez, what is going…what the hell is…Jo! Oh my God!”

“Quiet Pat, my so-called best friend, well, we'll see about that. Now shut up and listen well. I'll say this only once, as you can see you are trussed up and dressed in your favourite rubber, and so am I, but I've no chains or cuffs of course, nor mask. So Pat, very quickly, ‘cos you are a smart girl, you will have figured out that I know your little secret, yes, your secret with Tom. You remember Tom, my husband!”

“Look Jo…”

“Shut it, Pat. I'll do the talking; actually I might as well use the gag, and see how efficient it is. Suck on this for a while!” despite Pat wriggling, Jo gripped the gag and crammed it into Pat's protesting mouth.

“Arrggh, ga mmmfff.” And then there was blissful silence, as Jo pressed hard on the stud at her cheek. Pat glared at her and mmmed something but the gag was very effective. Jo quite enjoyed silencing her in such an efficient way.

“That's a lot better, now where was I? Oh, yes, well Pat, I've seen your little den and some of the tapes and what you and my husband get up to. Not too sordid, quite interesting really, very pervy. Now you can nod and shake your head to all my questions, and don't lie Pat, I can't take lies. I will find out what I need to, looking at the tapes and when Tom comes over, he will also be interrogated, so you better have the story straight!”

Pat moaned into her gag but she could do nothing. She was well and truly trussed, hands at belt, ankles cuffed, corseted and the steel collar too. She'd had to admit Jo had done as good a job as Pat would have done herself! Maybe she should have invited her to some of the sessions, she thought ruefully - she's really very attractive, and I've always had a little fancy for her. Although she was powerless, rubberised and gagged, she found it faintly exciting. This was unplanned, it could go anywhere, and it was scary but a little exciting all the same.

“Okay Pat, did you ever, ever fuck my husband?” Pat gave a vigorous shake.

“I'll take that as a no; although I did see you fuck him in the arse!” Pat gave a rueful nod; she could hardly stop herself smiling at that.

“Do you love him?” Shake.

“Do you like him, for all the games you get up to, he's good for that, yes?” A nod, She mmmffed into the gag, Pat wanted to explain, but Jo was very much in control.

“And this has been going on for, what, six months?” A nod.

“Where did you get all the clothes? Did Tom buy them?” A nod and a shake.

“Some of them?” A nod.

“Who bought the rest, you?” A shake.

“Oh, I'm beginning to get it, it was Dan; he bought them and this is what you got up to. And now you miss all that. You played with yourself after died and then shall we say, recruited Tom.” Tears appeared in Pat's eyes behind her mask, of remorse, remembrance, self-pity, guilt - all, probably, thought Jo.

“Well, a part of me, a bloody small part feels sorry for you Pat. Yes, you got screwed, Dan died in his prime and I am truly sorry. You were left on your own along with your little playpen and a lot of rubber and bondage gear and you needed someone to play with. But why Tom, eh?” Jo viciously pulled at the snap fastening of Pat's gag and pulled the dripping cock from her mouth.

“Does it really matter what I say? You are going to fuck with me anyway. Well, for what it is worth, here's the truth. In very innocent conversations with Tom, I mentioned I was lonely and very slowly it came out that Dan and I liked to dress up and play bondage games. He'd make love to me like that and I missed it so much. He said that you did that sometimes too, and he said you liked it all right but did not want to go any further as he did not want to lose you. He loves you but he thinks you would laugh at his pervy nature. Slowly I mentioned dressing in latex, the cling, the aroma, the sheen, and how it has the ability to make a great body look even better. For Christ's sake Jo, look at yourself, you look fucking fantastic.”

“Never mind the flattery, get on with the story.” But Jo did look good and she knew it, and more to the point, she felt it too. The rubber was now warm and it clung to her every pore, and she liked that feel.

“Well it just gradually developed, a little tying up and spanking, then a little rubber and more bondage and then some role playing.

“Yeah, I saw that, schoolgirl Tom and doggie Tom.”

“Look it was all very innocent, we never had sex, but he got and I still get hugely turned on by rubber. Be honest Jo, when he left me, later that night or next morning, didn't you have the best love making you ever had?”

“Yes, yes he did, that was what me got to thinking, what was I doing to get him aroused, but it wasn't me was it, he was getting aroused somewhere else!”

“As I said he puts you on a pedestal, he still thinks all this,” she shook her manacled hands and feet, “as a bit too naughty for you. Not me, no I got over that a long time ago with Dan. We didn't have long together but man, we went to the moon.” She started to whimper again.

“Don't cry on me Pat, you could have done something, told me, encouraged me, but no, you took him for yourself and now you want credit for him making great love to me, Well, that's a bit sweet I think. No, you're culpable and I do intend to punish you, both of you. Because if nothing else, it will make me feel better.

“Well, I can't argue with that. If you punish me as well as you dress me and tie me up, it should be a good one. But Jo, I should warn you, I like being tied up and punished, remember?” she smiled ay t the thought of it, and Jo said.

“Well I'll have to come up with something original won't I? I'm sure I can, and maybe you won't enjoy it quite so much as you think. Maybe I won't know when to stop, no safe words for me. I'll just keep on going. Now it's time to get you downstairs to your little lair. From now on the less you talk the less likely I am to feel sympathy for you. I have after all to concentrate on the punishments in hand!” Pat didn't feel quite so confident as Jo crammed the black rubber cock back into her mouth, pushing in the stud firmly.

“Up you get, you know the way, careful with your feet, the chain is quite short and your heels are high. I'll hold on to your shoulders as you go down the stairs. Don't want you hurting yourself, before I can get to hurt you.” She smiled and steadied Pat as she gingerly stepped down the stairs, the chains clanking between her ankles. Jo stopped her in the middle of the bondage room, below a wide horizontal bar. From one of the closets she found a spreader bar and unlocking her ankle chains attached one side to one anklet and then, slapping Pat's leg with the command “wider, wider” attached the other to the opposite anklet. Pat was well stretched now, her legs fully three feet apart and she felt a little wobbly on her high heels now. Jo now looked into Pat's eyes.

“I'm beginning to enjoy this.” She lowered the bar above Pat's head by way of the winch on the wall and then attached her wrists at either end. Now Pat's arms were stretched three feet wide.

“Now the fun part.” Said Jo, turning the winch and pulling Pat's arms up until her weight was evenly taken on arms and legs. Jo groaned into her gag, this girl was good, she thought! She could only move her head, nothing else. Jo ran her hands over the tight rubber skin, then went behind her, loosened the laces to the corset, placed her knee in the small of Pat's back and started to tighten them further. Little by little the laces were pulled in. Pat gasped but every time she breathed out, Jo cheerily pulled in the laces. Finally content with the hourglass figure in front of her, she tied off the corset and pulled in the steel belt two more notches. Tom had never done this to Pat, she thought as she struggled for breath, and balance.

“I feel like a black widow, is it a black widow? Anyway you're in my web now, Pat. How do you feel? It is uncomfortable, I'll guess, worse that Tom would do to you. But then this is not quite the same game is it? Now Pat, I'm going to beat you, it will maybe make you feel better, assuaging your guilt, but it will certainly make me feel better. I want to punish you Pat, to remind you what you did. For whatever reason it was wrong and you know it. So before Tom arrives for his session, I'll get in some exercise, on that nice shiny, tight rubber bottom.”

She pulled a large leather paddle out of the closet and displayed it in front of Pat, taunting her.

“Maybe a 100 with this for starters, the rubber suit will protect you a lot” A hundred? Pat's eyes nearly popped out of her mask. The most Tom had done was maybe 40 or 50, some hard and some not so hard, but a hundred, jeez, and Pat knew that Jo was not going to hold back!

And she didn't. Moving to Pat's left side, she began to swing hard with the paddle at her rubber encased buttocks. At each strike, Pat although almost on tiptoe, swung forward. After twenty or so – Pat wasn't counting – her buttocks were on fire. She was pleased to see Jo take a rest, and move if front of her, her cheeks reddening.

“Enjoying it so far?” Pat shook her head and grunted no.

“Well too bad, because there will be plenty more. I think I'll try with my left arm now.” The next twenty didn't hurt quite so badly. She didn't hit quite so hard with her left, but Pat's buttocks were almost numb now. Saliva dribbled down her gag as she bit down on the thick cock. Jo smeared the saliva with her gloved hand, over Pat's pushed-out breasts. Then she returned to her left side and gave her twenty more slow strokes. At the end Pat's head was slumped on her chest, her breathing was a little unsteady, and she was virtually hanging from her wrists. Jo took a glass from the bathroom, filled it with water and released Pat's gag, a flow of saliva dripped down her chest. Pat gulped in air and groaned, then coughed as Jo gave her the water.

“Christ, I'm going to be scarred for life.”

“Hardly Pat, but anyway I thought you were tough, this not turn you on?” She joked.

“A little over the top, even for me. You certainly swing a good paddle; I thought I was going to pass out for a minute there. My backside is on fire. Jo, my arms are starting to go a bit numb.”

“I'll let you drop them for a couple of minutes, but don't think I'm going soft. I haven't finished my session yet!” She lowered the horizontal bar but Pat's wrists were still tethered at each end. Pat closed her eyes and breathed slowly, not moving as her legs were still stretched wide. Jo moved closer and gave her another drink.

“So how long is your revenge going to last, until tomorrow, the weekend, for as long as you choose?”

“Don't get too cheeky Pat. Remember I'm the one with the paddle. For as long as it takes for me to feel revenged. For it to be out of my system. However long it takes.” She smiled as she returned to the winch and raised pat's arms up again. Stretching her to the limit.

“Jesus, that's enough.” She said, but Jo merely took the shiny wet gag in her hand and pulling hard down on Pat's chin brutally pushed it into her mouth, snapping the button at her cheek. I'll decide when enough is enough, Pat. You are due 40 more so hang on for the ride.”

This time there was no break; with five second intervals she gave Pat 40 measured strokes. At the end Jo could feel sweat build up in her suit, and with no place to escape. Pat's head was slumped again, and her legs had given way. Her breathing through her nose was laboured and Jo released her gag. Pat coughed loudly, spittle dribbling from her lips.

“Mmm, not very ladylike. Well I must say I enjoyed that. I'm getting into this. The boots and the waspie and the tight suit seem to empower me.” Pat said nothing, breathing slowly and quietly, saliva dripping down her front. She was exhausted, battered and shattered, she needed to rest.

“You'll need a rest now.” Jo said, as if reading her mind. From the closet she pulled out a rubber body bag. Pat was in no condition to fight as Jo released her from the spreader bar from her feet and then lowered the bar holding her hands. She led her to the bed, Jo removed her shoes and Pat stepped into the single leg of the bag and slipped her arms down the internal sleeves of the bag. As Jo started to zip her up Pat came out of her daze and started to wriggle – too late.

“How long will you keep me in this?”

“Don't know, depends on how long I need to teach Tom his lesson.” She zipped it up over Pat's tight steel collar and now Pat really did resemble a seal. No arms, no legs, just a shiny smooth black outline. Jo unclipped the blindfold and the gag and searched for something in the drawers.

“I think you need to be punished a bit more, just a reminder of who is boss now!” she produced a thick double skinned inflatable helmet with perspex eyepieces and an inflatable breath through gag. Before Pat could yelp she pulled it down over Pat's shiny black dome. Pat wagged her head to no avail as Jo firmly pushed the soft bladder into her mouth. Now at least she could breathe. Quickly Jo pumped up the helmet, and Pat felt the pressure all over her head. Content that the helmet was at its maximum, she smiled at Pat through her lenses and pumped up her gag, turning her mute. Pat pleaded with her eyes – no good – Jo pushed her backwards and she bounced onto the bed. Pat wriggled up the bed and rested her inflated head on the rubber pillow. She glared at Jo through her lenses and mmmed into her gag, but only the wheezing of her breathing could be heard. She could barely move, her arms trapped at her sides and her legs trapped in a single leg. And she had the heavy corset around her torso. She looked like a slick black seal, with a strange bulbous head.

She was now at the mercy of Jo, her best friend or so she thought. It seemed that Jo was really getting into this. She could really tie up and paddle, and Pat did think she looked great in the catsuit, waspie and boots. Pat watched as Jo pulled a tight mask over her face and head. It had no mouth hole but clear lenses and two nose tubes pushed up her nostrils. It gave her a blank, anonymous expression and poor Tom would never detect it was Jo and not Pat who would greet him at the door, their bodies were so similar.

Jo leaned over and patted her on her bloated head, then turned out the light and closed the door. Pat could only wait for Jo, and Tom to return.