Originally Posted by TDDanae
CoTHukoB, I don't know where kbe is and it is his thread, but I would like to hear the rest of the story.
Certainly, we can go another round. It'll take a bit ...
By the way, if spelling my handle is giving you fits, just use the English version, "Sotnikov". Just so long as you don't call me "Sot" for short, haha! That would not be flattering in one language or another.
"Now, i know you are probably provoked," said Miss Pinch, looking at me with slitted eyes. "Men are violent and unreliable. Therefore, we cannot begin upon the removal of the bag until certain precautions are taken."
With her left hand, she undid my overcoat. She reached to my waist and undid my belt. I would have kicked out but it looked like the gun was going to hit me in the teeth. I sat back.
She pulled off my shoes.
She shucked off my trousers.
She pried off my underpants.
A chain rattled!
She was fastening a steel cuff to my right ankle. It was held to the right-side bottom of the bed with links.
She clamped a steel cuff to my left ankle. It was connected with a chain to the left bottom post of the bed.
Miss Pinch got up on the bed behind me. She pulled my overcoat, jacket and shirt up over my head and down on my arms. She then hauled me backwards to the center of the bed. From the right-hand upper post of the bed she pulled a steel cuff on a long chain. She put it on my agonized right wrist. She did the same from the left-hand upper post and put that steel band on my left wrist.
Going to the posts, she shortened the leg chains until my feet were securely fastened wide apart.
She took up the slack on the wrist chains as far as she could with my hands still in the bag.
"Now, I know those traps must be quite painful," said Miss Pinch, sounding very congratulatory about it, "but we will have to free them. But only if you promise not to strike out. Men are so violent!"
Begging, I promised.
Working on the outside of the purse bottom, she effected the release of something. She drew off the purse.
Two huge rat traps!
They had teeth and were gnawing deeper with every movement!
Standing very clear of possible strikes, she got the sleeves off the right hand and trap after she unfastened and refastened the steel cuff. She then tightened the chain so the arm was extended nearly to the right side bedpost. She repeated this operation on the left side.
I was naked and spread-eagled, chained face up on the center of that bed!
Miss Pinch removed her overcoat. She took off her hat. She smoothed out her hair before a mirror in a frame of daggers.
"You forgot the traps!" I screamed at her, driven by the agony of my mangled fingers.
"Everything in its own time and place," said Miss Pinch.
Candy danced back and looked at me, spread-eagled and naked on the bed. She pretended coyness. Then she said, "He isn't very big, is he?"
"Oh, my darling Candy," said Miss Pinch. "You are not pleased."
"No, no, sweet Pinchy. Please let us not quarrel. He will be just wonderful! Have I offended you, dear Pinchy?"
They embraced with croonings of endearment.
"Take off these god (bleeped) traps!" I screamed at them.
Miss Pinch said to Candy, "I thought that you, just this once, might like to ..."
Candy drew back in horror. "Oh, no, no! I could not bear to touch a man. What must you think of me! Oh, dear Pinchy, how could i be so gross? Never, never would I be unfaithful to you even by a fingertip."
Miss Pinch smiled at her indulgently. Then, humming a little tune without words, she moved over and, in the most painful way possible, began to take the trap off my left hand. Believe me, I screamed!
"Ah," said Candy. "Ah, dear Pinchy. Kiss me!" Her eyes were shining.
Miss Pinch kissed her. Then she came back and finished the left hand with maximum agony. I screamed myself hoarse!
Candy had sat down on a sofa. She was panting. Her mouth was wet. Her knees were wide apart. She was beckoning urgently to Miss Pinch.
Miss Pinch grabbed her, crushed her to her flat chest and then carried her to the other room and slammed the door shut with her heel.
Through the pink mist of agony, I could hear urgent beggings in the next room. Then little moans. Then groans of ecstasy. Minutes. And then a gasping shriek!
What was going on in there?
A low muttering.
The door opened.
Miss Pinch still had her coat and shirt and tie on. But she was nearly naked from the waist down. She was breathing hard.
Candy was wearing only a chemise now. Her face was red and flushed and wet.
Their eyes were hot.
What could they possibly have been doing?
Miss Pinch went to an Iron Maiden and opened it. It was serving as a fridge. She got out some beer. They lolled down on the sofa, drinking from their beer cans thirstily.
"Take off the gods (bleeped) trap!" I screamed at them.
Miss Pinch looked at Candy. "How do you feel, dear? Ready?"
"Oh, yes," trilled Candy.
Miss Pinch put her beer down.
She walked over to my right hand. She began to remove the trap with twisting motions. I screamed!
"It seems to be stuck," said Miss Pinch with thin-lipped satisfaction.
Candy's beer began to run out the sides of her mouth. She was starting to pant.
Miss Pinch gave the trap a more dreadful twist. I screamed my head off!
Candy dropped her beer can. It frothed in a puddle on the floor. She put her heels out straight. Her mouth was open, her eyes hot.
Miss Pinch was beginning to breathe hard. She closed the trap tighter. I almost tore my lungs out.
"Oh, god," panted Candy.
Miss Pinch tore the trap off. I yelled so hard I deafened myself.
Candy had her legs straight out, her head back. She was beginning to buck up and down on the sofa.
Miss Pinch seized her in her arms and, pressing hot kisses on her throat, bore her into the other room and slammed the door.
I could hear moaning and begging. I could hear an urgent scramble. The more begging.
Then small moans.
Then a shriek!
A low snarling. The voice of Miss Pinch.
What were they doing?
The door opened. They came out. They were both practically naked. Miss Pinch had no breasts at all. She had a tattooed dagger in the middle of her chest. Her short hair was ruffled and wet.
Candy had lipstick smeared all over her face and stomach. Her large breasts were shiny and wet.
They plopped down on the sofa, legs outstretched. Candy had her head back. She looked quite spent.
Miss Pinch was staring at me, thin-lipped and calculating.
I began to be afraid.(... to be continued)OT: Tomorrow is a busy day and i may not have time to post, so may do another installment later tonight, depending. This story's barely starting.
edit: spelling, minor clean-up