I was waiting in the car outside the entrance to the mall just after 9:00 p.m. for Karen
to do her part in our new adventure. She timed it perfectly and was behind Susan as the
girl pushed through the doors and fiddled with her umbrella.
The rain was getting heavier and I saw my sister point towards the car to offer a ride.
We had been in the store, owned by the girl’s parents, several times and she knew us as
good customers that, along with the rain, obviously helped her decide to accept the
invitation.
We knew from our research that she didn’t drive and, when her twin sister Amy was at
night school, she took the bus home after closing the store. The parents were away in
Hong Kong on vacation.
They both ducked against the weather and ran to the car where Karen arranged for Susan to
get in the front passenger seat. Closing the door she thanked me and asked how we liked
our walking suits. My sister and I were both wearing leather outfits we had bought in
their store and they had not been cheap. The tailored leather slacks were matched by hip
length belted jackets; mine was light blue and Karen’s pale green.
I reminded them both to do up their seat belts and pulled out of the parking lot. The
windows of the five-year-old car were heavily tinted but it didn’t matter since nobody was
there to see us leave. I told Susan that I remembered her telling me in the store where
she lived and we had to deliver a package nearby so it would not be going out of our way
to drop her home.
There was a small strip mall on the way that closed at 6:00 p.m. and, while the stores
faced the street, the parking was at the back shielded by the blank face of a hi-rise
apartment building. I pulled in and parked, shut off the engine and undid my seat belt
before turning to Karen and asking if she had the package ready.
That was the cue and immediately her arms came over each side of the front passenger seat
with a 3” elastic strap between her hands. It settled under Susan’s breasts and trapped
her arms to her sides as Karen snapped the ends together in back of the seat.
As the girl’s mouth opened in surprise I had the leather ball gag out of my pocket and
jammed it between her teeth. Karen grabbed a handful of hair to hold her head while I
tightened the gag strap and then slipped a blindfold over Susan’s eyes. There must have
been Caucasian blood in the family because her eyes did not have the really pronounced
Asian almond shape.
Catching her left arm I forced it down between the front seats to give Karen a chance to
get the handcuff on; a short chain attached it to the seat leg. Quickly getting out of the
car and around to the passenger side I helped Karen snare the right arm, twisted it
backwards and held it while she snapped on another cuff attached to the other seat post.
Her legs had no place to go as I got some cord around her ankles, pulled them together
and tied it off to the seat bracket. While I was doing that Karen got a dog collar around
Susan’s neck. She released the strap around the seat and pushed down on the girl’s back
while I ran a cord from the D ring on the collar, under her knees and pulled on it so that
between us we forced her head down below the dashboard. I tied off the cord.
A light blanket covered our unwilling passenger. She was ours and the whole thing took
less than two minutes.
When we got home fifteen minutes later the garage door closed automatically behind the
car and Karen got out to open the front passenger door. Still in my seat I held Susan’s
left arm and Karen held her right as we reached around to undo the cuffs. We reconnected
her wrists behind her back with a set that had no chain between them, then the neck and
ankle cords came off and we undid the lap belt so we could pull her from the car, through
into the house, and then into the “playroom”.
We tied her in an anchored chair, took off our jackets and gloves, and went to work on
her head. Karen replaced the blindfold with eye pads that were held in place with
surgical tape. The gag strap came off and I covered her mouth with more tape. Plugs went
in her ears and I piled her beautiful long black hair on top of her head as Karen covered
it with a tight latex cap.
We tucked in the loose hair before running more tape completely around her head over the
ball gag. Hollow stiff leather inserts went in each nostril and Karen fitted a black kid
leather discipline helmet over Susan’s face lacing it down the back until it was like a
second skin.
A matching leather gag strap buckled behind her head. Pulling Susan to her feet we
removed the handcuffs and each held a wrist as we undressed her. She was wearing a
full-length red vinyl raincoat over a silk blouse and white leather mini skirt.
When she was naked, except from the neck up, we tied her ankles together then positioned
her standing between two floor to ceiling posts and tied her left arm to one of them. A
further cord from the D ring in the top of the helmet to a ceiling hook straightened her
until she was almost on her toes. While I held the right arm Karen eased a tight kid
leather glove over the fingers. We had done this to each other so many times but now,
with two of us, it was so much easier.
The glove laced to the elbow and we tied that wrist to the other post and did the other
arm. I slipped a clear plastic throw away glove over each hand to protect the leather and
held her thumbs across the palms as Karen bound them tightly with black 2” tape. Heavy
leather mitts, with rings at the points of the fingers, went on, were laced and then
straps buckled around her wrists.
The long leather corset was heavily boned lacing down the back from the high neck to just
above her hipbones. The sleeves reached down Susan’s arms to the top of the gloves. We
settled it on her upper body and then tied the finger rings to the posts to hold her arms
out of the way.
As Karen laced the garment down the back the girl’s nipples poked out through the 2”
diameter holes in the bra cups. I busied myself connecting the top of the gloves to the
sleeves and the neckband to the helmet. That done I joined my sister and between us we
got the corset completely closed before tying off the laces.
Now we forced the girl’s arms up between her shoulder blades and hooked the finger rings
to a neck strap. This strap went from the back of the neck across each shoulder and down
between her bulging breasts to the waist belt of the corset.
We untied the helmet cord and lowered her face down on the floor. Blind, unable to hear
anything and severely gagged she had no way to resist the two of us. We knelt on each
side of her, joined the two pieces of a strap from each side of the waist belt over her
elbows, then each pushed inwards, gradually tightening the strap until her forearms met
and touched down the middle of her back and we could close the buckle of the strap.
Untying her ankles we flipped Susan on her stomach, pulled her legs wide apart and
attached them to floor rings at the ankle and knee. Karen knelt in front of the helpless
form and, gripping her head between her knees, pushed forward forcing Susan’s buttocks to
rise. I was ready.
Karen used her fingers to spread the girl’s ass cheeks as I dipped the 6” butt plug in a
jar of lubricant gel and slowly twisted it into the puckered, pink rosebud that presented
itself. She forced a groan passed the gag and head bondage managing to weakly buck
against Karen’s hold but to no avail. The invasion was soon complete.
Pulling her back up into my arms I held her while my sister took the 7” dildo and worked
it up until it was buried in Susan’s vagina. Releasing her legs we pulled on tight latex
panties and covered them with skin-tight leather pants that laced down the back from just
above her knees to the ankles. Stirrup straps under the instep kept them taut and the
waist attached to the bottom of the corset.
We attached a crotch strap to the waist belt pulling it as tightly as possible between
her legs to hold everything in place. The neck strap could now be pulled in another notch
to take the last ounce of play in her arms. Straps went around her legs above and below
the knees and at the ankles.
The thigh length double leg boot needed teamwork to get on. The heel was so high it took
both of us to get her feet settled in the shoe so we could start the lacing. Once done it
was very even and very, very tight.
She was now encased from head to toe in gleaming black leather except for her nipples and
tops of her breasts that bulged through the bra holes. As she lay helpless on the floor
we each took a nipple rolling it between our fingers until they reacted then tied them
with thin leather ribbons in neat bows.
This whole process had taken some time and it was close to midnight when we lifted her on
to a narrow leather padded table and strapped her down. Karen and I were identical twins
and so were Susan and her sister - it was time to complete the set!
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